You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 335

In the fourth quarter, Hardaway sat off the court, and he needed to rest.

To do this, he had to watch the team go from leading by 2 points, to being tied, and then overtaken, and the point difference continued to widen.

It was Hill who led the Pistons in hot pursuit.

Mo Mengchen was sitting off the court, whenever Hardaway came, he would come.

Mo Mengchen was not around, but the firepower of the piston did not weaken.

Hill, Houston and Barkley took on the output task, with Ratliff and Bobby Jackson as assistants.

Hill continued to attack as the main output point, and he wiped everything out like a sweeper on the court.

Van Horn is in his tight defense, which is almost the best defensive level of the year. He forced this year's No. [-] pick to shoot three-pointers without hope.

The rebound fell, and Ratliff slammed his opponent.

Buck picked up the rebound and the Pistons statistician added +1 to Ratliff's indirect rebound.

Kersin said the selfishness of the audience, and he didn't want to say it anymore, because every time he said the selfishness, the Pistons would complete a beautiful cooperation to hit him in the face.

Just a rebound, can it really rise to the height of selfishness?
Hill arrived in the frontcourt and made a dunk.

Two minutes into the fourth quarter, the Pistons now lead 2 to 80 by 76 points.

Moreover, the Magic were scoreless entering the fourth quarter.

Without Hardaway, this seemingly strong team on paper has even become a problem for scoring.

How long can Hardaway sit in this situation?

Hardaway was able to sit well at first, but soon he couldn't sit still.

Van Horn managed to hit a jumper, breaking the Magic's scoring drought. The Pistons counterattacked immediately, and the good positional battle became a fast break again.

Hill broke through and scored for Houston, who made a three-pointer from the bottom corner to pull the point difference to 7 points.

Only 3 minutes passed.

From leading to lagging behind, this change is too big.

Hardaway is disappointed with his teammates, frustrated with the game, and has an extremely urgent desire to play, but he is also worried that his physical fitness will not be able to support the audience.

Rivers hopes that Hardaway can take the initiative to play, and they need Penny to play.

But he didn't know how to open the mouth.

The brothers can't stand it anymore, so even if you are exhausted, you have to go up and support everyone?

Of course not.

Rivers was still waiting, hoping for a miracle to happen, but the miracle didn't happen. Van Horn was stunned by Hill. That shot was just a flashback. Expecting him to save the world is worse than expecting the Pistons to explode at halftime and everyone died on the spot , so that they can win without a fight.

But such an idea is too vicious, and the security measures of the Magic's Amway Arena are a model for the league. This idea is almost impossible to realize.

Barkley's three-pointer widened the point difference to 10 points.

There are 8 minutes left in the game.

Rivers had to make a decision: "Penny, it's an emergency."

"I'm ready." Hardaway tried to dispel the frustration and loss, and he couldn't play with these negative emotions.

Seeing him leave like this, Rivers felt that it was not good, so he followed him and said in his ear: "If you feel tired, think about it."

Think about it?Hardaway asked, "What do you think?"

"Think about the countless trillions of great cells and bacteria in your body that are powering you. They make you so great. Penny, you are not alone." Rivers poured the best chicken soup for the soul since the beginning of his coaching career. A bowl of chicken soup.

Hardaway is ready to play.

Mo Mengchen also stood up and threw the towel on the bench.

When the decisive battle.

Hill wanted to expand the score to a desperate number before Hardaway came on the court.

He steals Van Horn, who wants to score.

The No. [-] pick was disappointing again. He desperately chased after him. He actually thought he could catch up with Hill?
He actually caught up with him. A person who had never been caught up by him was suddenly caught up by him. He didn't suspect that there was any fraud in it, and jumped up with the devil mountain.

Van Horn's block was considered a foul by the referee, but after the whistle sounded, Hill handed the ball to his left hand and slammed it hard at the basket.

"Ok!"

86 is better than 74
He still has a chance to widen that gap to 13 points.

Hardaway and Mo Mengchen came on stage.

Hill's steady penalty
13 points with less than 8 minutes left.

Hardaway doesn't back down, doesn't pass the ball, and everyone knows he's coming up to score.

His offense came so fast, he didn't even say hello, and he dribbled the ball into the Pistons' defense from the left wing, and he challenged hard.

After Mo Mengchen was passed, he caught up with the advantage of his acceleration in the back and the fact that the space was too small for Hardaway to dribble at full speed.

Ratliff ran in front of him, took off vigorously, and waved his hands in the air, forming a seemingly unbreakable sky net with Mo Mengchen on the left.

Pass?

Hill seemed to read Hardaway's mind and ran to the passing position to block it.

In this way, he can only attack.

Hardaway clasped the ball with both hands, supported it with one hand, supported it with the other hand, and swayed away from the blocks of Mo Mengchen and Ratliff. His strong body also passed through the middle of the encirclement of the two, seemingly able to break through the shackles of gravity The bouncing is also at the end of its strength at this time, and it begins to fall.

It was also at this time that Hardaway had escaped the crisis, and only the basket was left in front of him.

He picked up the ball from under his waist with his hand, and with the power of the palm of his right hand, he lifted the ball up.

bang!

An extremely difficult yet extremely chic and beautiful attack, Hardaway's expression, his running posture, and the expression on his face, all Mo Mengchen could only see two words.

attack!

He only thinks about attacking now!

Hardaway has an astonishing aura, only himself is left in his eyes, he is the most selfish person on the court, but his teammates have proved that if he is not selfish, they will never win this game.

Corsin shut up now.

No one will care about his double standards, because this anxious game is about to usher in the most exciting moment.

Hill missed a shot.

Hardaway's counterattack was stopped by Mo Mengchen's foul before he could run.

"I might regret this foul." Mo Mengchen said.

He felt bad, and the feeling was strong.

Hardaway didn't get the ball, he let Van Horn dominate the ball at the free throw line, what is he doing?
He should only think about attacking, why should he give up the ball?

Hardaway held most of the attention of the Pistons, and his running stretched the defense, forcing Hill to make a choice.In the end, Van Horn took advantage of the lack of attention on the defensive end of Devil's Hill to play a neutral, and passed to Hardaway who cut to the basket from the weak side.

Mo Mengchen followed, trying to draw an offensive foul.

He swears he's on the right track!
Hardaway jumped up with the ball and knocked him to the ground. This is definitely a dribble hit, but this is the Magic's home court, the whistle is still ringing, but the foul is Mo Mengchen, and what about Penny?He ended the round with a two-handed dunk.

"We won't lose!" Hardaway yelled.

Mo Mengchen sat on the ground, admiring how hot a man's blood can be.

It must be fun to lose a game with a guy like that.

I'm getting more and more excited.

Hill held out his hand to him: "The game is not over yet, are you being lazy?"

Mo Mengchen grabbed his hand and got up and said, "I can't just be hit by him twice without responding, right?"

"What do you want to do?" Hill asked.

"I want to be a selfish ghost." Mo Mengchen ran forward.

Hill passed the ball to Mo Mengchen. This was his most selfish moment tonight. He let his teammates separate and wanted to fight Hardaway.

Although Kersin wanted to take this opportunity to prove his point, Hardaway had done the same thing before.

People need face and trees need skin, so it's better to shut up now.

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball patiently, his rhythm was like a cloudy and sunny day in May, with many changes.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen took a step forward violently, as if trying to forcefully break through in front of Hadaway.

Hadaway exerted his strength secretly, intending to push the person back, but his exertion completed Mo Mengchen's whole set of movements.

He seemed to have bumped into a ball of cotton. Mo Mengchen didn't push him hard, but used the strength he sent to make a gentle turn like a woman practicing yoga.

"Dor.Mo broke pennies!"

At the free throw line, Mo Mengchen made a throw.

Hollow goal.

"I can play with you any way you want." Mo Mengchen said to Hadaway.

From this moment on, the game became Hardaway VS Pistons team.

Of course, Mo Mengchen's attack power alone cannot be compared with Hardaway, but the Pistons are no worse than Hardaway.

Superstars are superstars after all, especially superstars who are red-eyed.

Hardaway is unstoppable.

Mo Mengchen can't defend, Hill can't defend, Houston can't defend, double-teams can't defend, and there are double-teams in front and someone behind to help defend, but they still can't defend.

No matter what, you can't prevent it.

The Pistons defended and scored at the same time, which is why it is difficult for Hardaway to chase points quickly, but the point difference is indeed gradually decreasing.

The last 40 seconds.

Hardaway dragged the attack clock to the last second, stepping back and shooting a three-point jumper.

"Shh!"

"Penny's 54th!"

"The two sides are tied!"

With 16 seconds left, Hardaway scored 54 points, 8 rebounds and 7 assists.

It can be said that he exploded the Pistons inside and out, and no one could guard against the bloodthirsty superstar.

But so what?
"We'll win."

After the timeout, Mo Mengchen summoned his teammates: "The game will not be as smooth as we planned, nor will it be as bumpy as we imagined. Now let's execute the last tactic tonight and take them down!"

Outside the three-point line, Mo Mengchen bypassed the screen to catch the ball.

Hardaway rushed forward, he should have been exhausted, all relying on his desire to win, coupled with the performance of God possessed to support him until now.

It's time for you to despair.

When Barkley's pick-and-roll was set up, Hardaway ran into it, but Mo Mengchen changed the direction of no pick-and-roll, and accelerated to get rid of Penny, who could no longer move his legs.

He overwhelmed the Magic's defense and gave the ball to Hill.

Hill makes a second breakthrough.

Mo Mengchen's breakthrough made their defense loose, while Hill's breakthrough caused the entire defense to collapse, and the killer always appeared at the end.

Alan Houston, he will never forget how he missed the game two years ago.

In the first round of the playoffs two years ago, they fought five fierce games with the Magic. In the last few seconds, he was knocked down in the last run, missed the ball, and it was over.

This time, it's still me.

Houston got the ball.

No one knocked him down.

The life and death of this game are all in his hands.

He picked up the ball, and at one of his favorite three-point points, dialed out the last ball of the night.

Hill spread his hands, ready to embrace victory.

He didn't think about how embarrassing it would be if Houston didn't make the shot.

Mo Mengchen turned his back to Houston, not looking at the result, not because of self-confidence, but because of prayer.

The ball went from rising to falling, as if day after day, when the red light came on, the ball blew into the basket.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~!!!"

Houston jumped up with the same emotion that Jordan did when he hit "The Shot."

The Magic didn't have any chances, the game was over, the Pistons were at their home court, and they lost No. 15.

Seeing this result, Penny fell limply to the ground, he had no strength left.

Even the pain is exhausting.

He didn't know if he was tired or sad.

He covered his eyes with his left arm, gasping for air, his mind blank.

The reporter took pictures of this scene and named it "Penny Covering His Face and Weeping".

"Mo, is the last ball in your plans?"

Mo Mengchen smiled and said: "Everything, if we want to make a plan, there will be many possibilities, but when we look back and think about what happened here, we know that there is actually only one way to go."

Fate was doomed from the beginning.

Stand up wherever you fall!
(End of this chapter)