You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 383 Steady and mature means no problem?
Bird stood on the sidelines with a straight face. At this moment, the first quarter was only halfway through.

Mo Mengchen was facing off against Mark Jackson, a guard who debuted in the 80s, relying on a pair of fat buttocks that few people can parry.

Suddenly, he found that the Pistons gave him such a comfortable post-up singles opportunity, of course he couldn't miss it.

In two of the three games the Pistons lost to the Pacers, Jackson blasted Mo Mengchen in the low post, which puzzled the latter's teammates.

Could it be that Jackson's low post is better than Hill's?You must know that even Hill couldn't hit Mo Mengchen with his back in the team match.

Mo Mengchen spent a season preparing strategies against several specific opponents, and being unable to defend against Jackson's back-up was one of them.

Based on Jackson's performance against himself during the regular season, presumably Bird will add a special tactic against the Pistons: MJ backs Dor.Mo.

Mo Mengchen continued to show the appearance of retreating steadily, Jackson's attack was smooth to the end, until the last step, his big butt tried to knock people away.

Unexpectedly, the smoothness in front of him is like a virtual image, he exerted the greatest strength, ready to eat Mo Mengchen in one go, but the opponent firmly blocked his attack.

The unexpected change indirectly resulted in Jackson's post-up, and he was unable to shoot according to the established plan.

"Beep!"

"Three seconds violation!"

Jackson, who couldn't hit the back, lost his smile, smashed the ball to the ground, and shouted viciously, "You won't be so fucking lucky next time!"

This is the trash talk that Mo Mengchen likes to hear the most.

My luck has never been very good, so this is due to my strength.

"You pretended for so long just to guard against this?" Hill asked.

One has two.

Mo Mengchen replied lightly: "Yes."

"What's the point?"

It is to prevent you, an idiot, from running to the frontcourt to settle, but to waste time here.

Mo Mengchen received the serve, pushed it forward and said, "We'll find out later."

Mo Mengchen often has plans of one kind or another, making them mysterious. Hill is often confused by him. He thinks he has the right to know, and he must have the right to know. He is a core member of the team, how can he What about being kept in the dark?
But now is not the time to break the casserole and ask the bottom line. Hill got the ball in the frontcourt, and Mo Mengchen stretched the space at the top of the arc and called an eagle attack for him.

The person facing Hill is the left-handed god Chris Mullin. The Pacers' lineup is very flexible. From the wing to the perimeter, every position can attack from outside the three-point line.

They're the team in the league that relies most on off-ball screens, catch-and-shoots, and short-lived defensive groups to fend off opponents' offenses.

Players like Hill usually become the pain of the Pacers, and his ability to hold the ball is too deadly for Mullin now.

Today's Mullin holds the title of left-handed god, but he is actually just an experienced veteran who plays with consciousness, and his talent has long been corroded by time and alcohol.

Hill quickly blasted Mullin's defense to scum, and his breakthrough was very strong and merciless.

In the face of such talent, the Pacers dealt with it in a hurry.

Hill protrudes like quicksand and flying stones. Once you slow down, the attack is over.

16 is better than 12
The Pistons temporarily lead by 4 points, and this advantage will disappear at any time in the game.

"It's okay, call back!" Miller shouted with high spirits.

It's hard to imagine that a person who averaged 20+3+3 per game at his peak will become a powerful leader who reached the Eastern Conference Finals five times in eight years. Miller is such a player. His off-ball threat is the biggest in the 90s, even Jordan It is also incomparable. Relying on his off-ball position and his decisive performance at critical moments, he established his position in the late 90s and even the early millennium.

At this time, although Jackson really wanted to punch Mo Mengchen back to prove that he could still eat his opponent like a donut, but Miller's off-ball movement had already begun.

Coming from the basket, Schmitz made an off-ball screen, but he was not big enough to help Miller completely block the man, and Houston chased Miller desperately.

Miller rushed to the top of the arc to get the ball, with Houston still behind him.

"Tough bastard!" Miller yelled.

The moment the ball was passed to Miller, Jackson also escaped into the empty goal and performed an extremely disgusting double-screen run in circles. Mo Mengchen couldn't keep up with him in such a screen, so he had to switch defenses with Hill.

The continuous movement tore through the Pistons' defense. Although Hill could control Jackson's offense, he couldn't control his passing.

The passes of Jackson and Miller disintegrated the Pistons' defense, and there was only chaos in the position. Just one or two more passes would create the best opportunities.

Mu Lin got the ball and forced Mo Mengchen into it. How can he compare with the young and vigorous Mo Mengchen?
God's left-handed attack was fruitless. It was at this moment, and only at this moment, that Miller stepped out of the encirclement and stood firm in the position most familiar to his teammates.

"Shh!"

Miller hit the iconic three-pointer.

15 is better than 16
Just an offense, they played 23 seconds, so procrastinated, but everyone is calm, they just like to use this kind of pass to pull the defense, and give the opportunity to the most comfortable person to execute the offense.

In front of such an opponent, any small mistake will make the game encounter problems.

Their tactical discipline is far better than the Pistons, which is why this team is favored. They are indeed strong enough to challenge any team in the Eastern Conference.

It's a pity that they won't have seven bloody battles with the Bulls.

If they could fight the Bulls for seven games, Mo Mengchen should be able to see a lot of their methods against the Bulls. It's a pity.

"Papa, give me the ball."

Hill appreciates the Pacers' offense, and it's no accident that they play so slowly, it's intentional.

The Pistons are a run-and-gun team, so they need to control the rhythm, and they have to play the game as a slow biting position.

It's also partly because the Pistons' defense is really good, and they have to make so many passes, cuts, and cut the line.

They play a primitive but correct game.

Hill used to admire this kind of game. It wasn't until he experienced failure after failure in the NBA that he discovered that sometimes, if your personal ability is strong enough to break the balance, complicated tactics are unnecessary.

As long as his opponent is still Chris Mullin, Hill can single-handedly blow up the Pacers' defense, and several people are useless.

Hearing his request, Mo Mengchen simply stopped dribbling.

"give it to you."

Mo Mengchen gave up the ball, gave Hill free space to play, gestured for Houston to pull him to the left and right corners, and placed them in a V position. The two insiders kept stepping forward to cover the pick-and-roll.

"Is this handing over the power of attack to Grant Hill alone?" Vinier Johnson frowned. Such a tactic was too monotonous.

His partner, Kenny Smith from TNT, said: "The simplest is the most effective."

While the commentator was speaking, Hill passed Mullin and scored with a dunk.

Back they played a tactic of 18 seconds, but Mullin failed to send the ball in, and Ratliff assisted Mo Mengchen to pick up the rebound.

"I'm here!"

Devil Mountain has already run forward.

"Here comes the performance time!"

Everyone in the palace of Auburn Hills thought he was going to attack when Hill caught the ball in the air, but instead he slammed the ball into the backboard and gave Alan Houston the perfect show.

"Thanks a lot, Grant!"

Houston did his part, jumped up and grabbed the ball for a slam dunk.

"Beep!"

Bird called a stoppage.

Hill high-fives Houston.

Mo Mengchen turned back to Ratliff, who had worked so hard to stay in the position and had almost locked in a million prize money, and said, "Well done."

To be able to earn millions of gold and to be praised by the old man, what could be more pleasant than this?

Ratliff smiled sheepishly.

20 is better than 15
There is only a 5-point difference, and it seems that there is no need to call a timeout. The average coach will wait for the team to fall behind by 7 points before calling a timeout, but Bird will not.

His timeouts are always one step ahead, he doesn't want the situation to get too bad, and problems need to be fixed right away -- when there are still many timeouts.

"Rick, I need you to perform a few post-ups."

Byrd gave clear instructions.

Jackson hesitated to speak, because when it comes to singles, is there anyone more sure than him?

Everyone should know how he ate Mo Mengchen raw during the regular season.

But interrupting now would damage Byrd's authority, so he waited for Byrd to finish.

"Don't get into their rhythm, and don't play too slow, you just played basketball in the 40s!"

Bird couldn't help but venomously said, he was telling the players to slow down the pace, but he didn't want them to attack at a slow speed, and dragged back and forth until the last few seconds to make a shot. Being able to make a move would naturally dampen the opponent's defensive enthusiasm. ?The opponent held back his energy for a long time and didn't use all his strength to counterattack.

"Larry, I can hit Dor. Mo," Jackson said.

Bird admires Jackson very much. Whether it is his maturity or stability, he deliberately waited until now to say that he respects himself.

"You didn't impress him just now, why?" Byrd glanced at the time, the timeout was about to end.

Jackson said: "I didn't find a good offensive rhythm, that was an accident."

"If Rick's offense isn't efficient, you'll be the one to fight." Bird faintly felt that the matter was not that simple, but with Jackson being such a mature guard, he shouldn't be unable to beat Mo Mengchen.

Unless they play three fake regular-season games against the Pistons.

During the regular season, Mo Mengchen missed one of the three matches in the regular season. In the other two games, Jackson beat Mo Mengchen to the brim, thanks to his big butt.

Is my worry unfounded?
Bird glanced at the opponent's lineup and found that they had made a rotation adjustment.

"Naive guy." Bird didn't change the starting lineup, he said an unquestionable sentence to Miller and others, "That big fragrant pig is playing rotation again, let me blow them up!"

(End of this chapter)