You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 350 I'm a Professional!

Ratliff's advantage over Wallace is his length and his ability to shoot outside the free throw line.

Enhanced shooting, Mo Mengchen mentioned this to Ratliff more than once, and he listened to it, and finally practiced a reliable jump shot.

His starting spot looked increasingly secure until the rise of Ben Wallace.

Wallace is not tall, but as a blue-collar, he is more hardworking than him. In his first year in the team, he threw Barkley for rebounding, which Ratliff dared not do.

This is also the decisive difference between the two of them.

Ratliff is a good rim protector, and Wallace is a lunatic who will do anything to guard the opponent and get the upper hand.

Hill also noticed the out-of-control internal confrontation, Ratliff and Wallace squeezed each other, and the referee would not ignore such off-ball confrontation in actual combat.

But at this moment, here, as the referee of the match, assistant coach Farren Foster acquiesced in this confrontation.

The assistant coach represents the will of the head coach, and Frauses is encouraging the two to compete.

Mo Mengchen couldn't understand this arrangement, how could Frauses be so confident?Where does his confidence come from?
If the scale is not well controlled, friction, conflicts, and even infighting are possible, but the chemical reaction and lineup depth of the Pistons will be hurt in the end.

The players have friction and the mediation is not good. The only result is to leave and stay.

Whether it is sending Ratliff or Wallace, the Pistons will find it difficult to find their replacements.

All teams hold such high-quality and cheap basket protectors firmly in their hands and will not release them easily.

"Mo, don't you attack? Even if you are worried about those two guys, let everyone see your state?"

Hill took the initiative to provoke.

"People who have just recovered from an illness are not fit to go to war."

Mo Mengchen didn't take Hill's provocation seriously. Seeing that Scott Pollard wanted to take the position, he said before the fight that he learned a dreamy footstep, so let's see how dreamy this footstep is.

"Good shot, Dad!"

Scott Akagi Takenori Pollard held the ball, and his hairstyle made people want to laugh. Maybe that's why Barkley, who was defending him, didn't try his best.

Pollard began to perform what he called the Sky Dance, which was just a normal step-back, toss, and Barkley politely jumped up and let him finish the show.

As a result, Pollard actually took the pivot foot.

"Beep!"

Although Foster is not a serious referee, such an obvious move is impossible to let go.

"Scott, are you joking?" Barkley laughed.

Being ridiculed is second to none, Pollard carefully glanced at Mo Mengchen.

Fortunately, Mo Mengchen didn't respond, he comforted himself like this.

Pollard ran back, and Mo Mengchen said leisurely: "From now on, don't say anything about asking for the ball."

"learn."

Pollard knew he only had one chance and that if he screwed up he screwed up, for no reason.

Seeing that the internal battles became more intense each time, Mo Mengchen could only lament that these two had managed their emotions well.

Generally, when the action is intense to this extent, it is time to fight if it develops further.

However, they fought hard and fought hard, as if this was a normal game, not a contest. From the beginning to the end, the confrontation never stopped, but no one expressed dissatisfaction.

What did Frauses say to them?

This should be why Frouseth asked Farren Foster to stick to this whistleblowing scale, because he believed that the two men would not fight.

The result is the same, they did not work up.

The confrontation was really strong, and Mo Mengchen was terrified to see it, but they really didn't fight.

For the sake of stability, Mo Mengchen didn't exert too much force in this confrontation match. He just pushed the fast break, passed the ball, and made a three-pointer, which was still a buzzer.

Throughout the game, he scored no points, but had 5 rebounds and 4 assists.

"Mo, you weren't aggressive today," Hill said.

Mo Mengchen wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, and retorted casually; "You are very aggressive towards the basket, 7 of 1 three-pointers, thank you for daring to shoot like that."

Hill's expression remained unchanged, and he said flatly: "The more inaccurate you are, the more you have to shoot. I will always make a damn three-pointer."

God bless you.

Mo Mengchen walked towards the coach's office with a towel on, he had to ask the matter clearly.

Frauses was not surprised to see Mo Mengchen coming over, and poured him a glass of water.

"Mo, I want you to start as a substitute in the next game and slowly find your form. What do you think?" Frauses asked.

"It's reasonable." Mo Mengchen nodded.

Frouseth smiled lightly: "Your absence is neither long nor short, so there must be many problems?"

"Actually, I just want to know one thing." Mo Mengchen offered to ask, "What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour on those two guys?"

Frauses was a little surprised that he was so direct.

"Ecstasy soup?" Frouseth smiled wryly, "It's not that exaggerated, I just let them know that no matter how strong a private confrontation is, it won't impress me."

"Then why are they?"

"But they can do this and deal with their opponents as enemies in actual combat. The difference is that the referees in the team will not interfere with their confrontation."

It's better to block than to sparse, that's right.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Then, Theo will still be the starter, right?"

"Don't you think so?" asked Frauses.

Ratliff is indeed more suitable to start than Wallace at present, and his ability, defense, and style are all suitable for the current Pistons.

In the run-and-gun system, defense will never come first.

The inside line needs to have a basket, which is why Ratliff and Barkley's starters are unshakable. Ratliff is a rare inside line with the attribute of protecting the basket and being able to shoot in this era.

Mo Mengchen also wanted Wallace to practice shooting, but later found that it was useless.

There are really some people in this world who can never practice shooting.

Wallace is one of them. With his height, it takes a lot of work on his size and strength to gain a foothold in the paint.

Spend effort in these places, and his training with the ball will be far less than others.

Power and shooting are in conflict.

In theory, if strength training and ball training are maintained, the two requirements of improving strength and maintaining touch can be met at the same time, but Wallace's physique is destined to require far more strength than shooting.

Shooting is a cloud for him, and it doesn't matter if he has it or not.

Only in the run and gun system, the inside line who can shoot is valuable.

"You drink instant coffee too?" Mo Mengchen smelled it.

Froises read strong contempt from Mo Mengchen's tone and eyes.

He cheekily explained: "Do you think it's easy for me? I also want to go back to my old life, but unfortunately I'm the leader of the first team now, I don't have time to make good coffee, whatever."

"You look fatter than before, you don't look sad."

Mo Mengchen got up and didn't stay any longer.

Frauses is indeed very popular. This is the biggest difference between him and Collins. He dares to encourage two insiders with similar styles and similar strengths to confront each other. His heart is big enough.

Mo Mengchen walked out of the coach's office slowly and decided to continue training.

He really needs to check his status. He hasn't touched the ball for more than ten days, and he feels a lot rusty.

After everyone's practice was over, he stayed in the training hall for four hours without a break, shooting 2000 three-pointers.

"How many balls did he hit?" Dane Stanley asked after seeing the ball on the ground and the statistician next to him.

The statistician replied: "I don't know if it was intentional, it was exactly 1900 balls, and the last ball was outrageous."

"Oh?"

Stanton didn't believe anyone in the world would intentionally miss the last shot.

The last ball has the meaning of "going home". Who wants to go home with a strike?
Guys like Mo Mengchen will definitely take good aim, right?But he still missed, and it happened to be 2000 of 1900 shots.

Neatness like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Aren't you going home yet?"

Mo Mengchen's body was dripping with sweat. For four hours, no one passed the ball for him. He hit dozens of balls on the ground, kept running, and shot randomly from all angles.

That's basically four hours of jogging and shooting hoops.

With such intensity, he even scored 2000 goals.

"His physical fitness and shooting stability are getting more and more terrifying, especially this physical fitness"

Stanton is the team's veteran of the three dynasties. He has worked with three head coaches, the former Collins and the current Frauses. They were all worried about Mo Mengchen's injury and used him very carefully during the game.

Therefore, Mo Mengchen averaged 30 minutes per game in his rookie season; he only averaged 35 minutes per game in his second season, which was played on the premise that Collins had no brains and was the main force.

Except for Mo Mengchen, the other starters all played 38 minutes per game, and Hill averaged a terrifying 41 minutes per game.

The players privately joked that Mo Mengchen was the VIP in the starting line-up, and he enjoyed VIP-level treatment, but everyone was just teasing and joking, and no one would really give feedback on this matter.

His injury history is well known, his importance to the team is obvious to all, and no one will talk about it.

Today, Stanton witnessed how good Mo Mengchen's physical fitness is, which is more surprising than his shooting skills.

"See you tomorrow, Dane." Mo Mengchen said goodbye to Stan.

Stanton laughed, "Good night, Mo."

"Don't say that, I don't want a man to say good night to me." Mo Mengchen waved without looking back.

After Mo Mengchen left, Stanton looked at the statistician seriously: "Are you sure there is no problem with your data? He really voted for four hours in a row?"

The statistician said dissatisfiedly: "I am a professional!"

"Sorry, I have to confirm this," Stanton said.

"Okay." The statistician was still dissatisfied, "Without a doubt! I'm 100% sure and sure."

Thank you for your sad, angry and crazy reward. . .

(End of this chapter)