You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 388 The Gradually Emerging Smell of Gunpowder
Plaza Arena
Tonight, the Pacers played a life-and-death game here.

If they can't win tonight, the Pistons will get the match point at their home court, and the 3-0 trend is unbearable for anyone.

So tonight is a must-win battle.

In two games in Detroit, the Pacers failed to realize their initial ambitions.

Take away one or even two victories away from home.

In the two games, the Pistons all broke through the 120-point mark, completely suppressing the Pacers and taking a strong 2-0 lead.

值得一提的是，活塞的核心球员格兰特·希尔首战砍下41分15篮板8助攻，次战暴砍44分13篮板10助攻的三双。

As predicted by Mo Mengchen, Hill will play good data one after another, and not empty cuts, he will lead the team to win on the basis of good data.

"Tonight's fans are prepared, just look at the huge posters in the auditorium."

Those posters were full of teasing about Hill.

That was a snapshot of Hill sitting on the sidelines sadly after missing the playoffs last year due to injury.

Fans made it into a huge poster and wrote on it with rough strokes: Anyway, you quit once, why not again, Grant?
This group of fans racked their brains and tried their best to influence Hill's mentality. They are definitely the best sixth man for the Pacers.

The two sides were warming up, and Mo Mengchen saw Hill making a three-pointer with a relaxed expression.

"It seems that these posters didn't stimulate your little heart." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill denies it: "No, they irritated me."

"Oh?" Mo Mengchen looked at him suspiciously.

"Humans have two responses to stimuli, and I just didn't have the response they wanted to see," Hill said.

To say that is a bit of an understatement.

Hill is clearly going to show Pacers fans how stupid they are doing this.

Mo Mengchen was a little relieved. If Hill was not affected, their chances of winning were great. Against the Pacers, their biggest advantage was Hill.

Mullin, an old alcoholic, was not good at defending when he was young, but now that he is old, he can only catch blind when facing a flank assaulter like Hill who is at his peak.

Tonight, Jerome Williams once again replaced Barkley in the starting lineup.

Frauses found that Williams was very energetic when he started, and he could indeed play a role in the game, but Barkley went from bad to worse.

After entering the playoffs, his weight dropped to 120 kg.

He hasn't been this "thin" since he entered the 90s, which is good news, but people can't be happy for him because he played a mess.

This season's playoffs will become a stain on Barkley's life. He played too poorly, and this performance made it difficult for Frauses to place high hopes on him.

The Pacers have also made fine-tuning of the lineup.

Jalen Rose replaced Mullin as the team's starting small forward.

This means that the flanks of the Pacers are finally no longer old, weak, sick and disabled alcoholics, but young and strong, vigorous young men.

And Rose and Hill have a past that I have to mention.

The Michigan Fab Five is an eternal classic in American college basketball. When they entered the University of Michigan in 1991, head coach Steve Fisher immediately let five players jointly play the team's starting lineup, which is unique in NCAA history.

In 90, the record of the University of Michigan was 14 wins and 15 losses; in 91, due to the arrival of the five tigers, their results became 25 wins and 9 losses, and they reached the NCAA finals in the first season, even if they lost to the genius Wright Na and Hill's Duke University, but this final, 2090 million households across the United States watched the live broadcast, such a number was only ranked after the Super Bowl that year
After many years of meeting, the opponent was already a hot superstar in the NBA, but Rose was still struggling to survive in a remote place like Indiana. He was waiting for an opportunity, and this major change tonight was his opportunity.

This will be a major turning point in his career.

Rose came to the court, and he said to Hill: "I will ask you to get back the account seven years ago!"

"I don't owe you anything." Hill said calmly, "We won with dignity."

Ross sneered: "It's just luck!"

Sometimes there is a little luck between the strong and the weak, and luck is also part of strength.

After the start of the game, Ratliff lived up to expectations and missed the jump ball. His teammates had long been used to it, and the defense was in place, leaving no other gaps for the opponent.

Usually in the opening stages, the defense will be very focused.

The Pacers like to make all kinds of conduction balls that challenge people's patience at this time. The 24-second offense is as long and smelly as 24 minutes.

They passed the ball for a long time and had no chance yet, so they could only let Schmitz play singles.

The Dutchman stood outside the paint and just pushed it up, Ratliff gritted his teeth and stood still.I saw Schmitz supporting his body with his right foot, turning his body to the left, holding the ball with his slender long arms, as if he was going to make a left-handed jumper, Ratliff couldn't judge whether it was true or not, so he could only jump up to block the shot .

It's a fake!

Ratliff stared wide-eyed, watching Schmitz make a comfortable right turn. Ratliff, who was tricked into flying, could not affect him at all, and the attack was over.

2 is better than 0
"His fake action just now can only fool a three-year-old child, Theo, how old are you?" Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and threw it to him.

Ratliff didn't dare to talk back, he served the ball honestly, ran to the frontcourt, didn't go to the basket, and set up a pick-and-roll at the free throw line to get the ball to shoot.

Although Ratliff didn't have the guts to talk back to Mo Mengchen, he had a strong sense of revenge, and his jump shot at the free throw line was reassuring. He bullied Schmitz, who was tall and slow, and couldn't defend to the free throw line. Slowed down the shot, and there was a long time before the shot that made it hard to believe that this was an adjustment for playing the game.

"Shh!"

2 is better than 2
Ratliff mustered up the courage to trash talk his opponent: "Slow as a tractor, how could you possibly guard against me?"

This meant that the wind calmed down, the rain stopped, and he felt that he was doing well again.

The Dutchman thought it was necessary to punish him with a small punishment, so he ordered his teammates not to pass the ball blindly, and to give him the ball after halftime. He has to teach him to be a man.

"Give me the ball!" Schmitz yelled.

Schmitz's slender and huge body, with a bald head on top, looks full of murderous looks.

Mark Jackson was also bald, and he glanced at Miller, who was also bald, and the latter nodded.

So he passes the ball.

Mo Mengchen suddenly discovered that except for Dale Davis, who was black and tough, most of the Pacers players were bald.

These skinheads have a very high tactical status. For example, in this ball, Schmitz wants the ball if he wants it. This kind of offensive freedom makes Ratliff extremely envious.

At the beginning of the game tonight, Schmitz took over the Pacers' offense. His one-on-one play was very stable. On a familiar court, listening to the familiar sound of cheering, he penetrated Ratliff's defense for two consecutive rounds.

What made this round even more regrettable than the last was Ratliff's foul, which was unnecessary.

Before Schmitz made a free throw, Mo Mengchen had a small meeting on the outside.

"Jerome, from now on you will guard against the Dutch." Mo Mengchen ordered clearly.

"What?" Ratliff took it as an insult.

Mo Mengchen said: "He is in the front, and you are helping to defend from the side. This is what you are best at. I don't want to see your shit alone defense again!"

Ratliff was upset and unable to refute, why did he get beaten twice?
Hill patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.

Schmitz made a free throw, 5 to 2.

The moment Mo Mengchen broke through Mark Jackson, he called the scalpel No. 1 tactic.

This tactic has become a regular style of play for the Pistons, and opportunities can be formed quickly without advance preparation.

Mo Mengchen launched tactics after a successful breakthrough, because at this time the Pacers' defense line will be in turmoil, which is more conducive to running out of opportunities.

Houston is the beneficiary of this tactic. His running position and jump shot are unsurpassed in the team. More than half of the first end points of the scalpel tactic are on him.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball in time, the CIC king made a jump shot, and the basketball fell into the basket.

Bird watched from the sidelines, increasingly feeling that picking the Pistons as his opponent in the semifinals was a mistake.

This team not only has strong tactical literacy, but also strict discipline. Mo Mengchen has enough prestige to summon everyone, and there is also a combined version of Jordan and Pippen-for the Pacers, Hill is such a player.

The shooting is unstable and the defense is flawless. He can blast the defense line by himself, and he can also distribute the ball after the Pacers' targeted defense.

He's younger than both Jordan and Pippen.

He can maintain that kind of intensity in the whole court, and let Rose, a substitute, go up to smash, and Bird is a dead horse as a living horse doctor. I hope Rose can use his vitality to cause some troubles for Hill.

Judging from the opening, Hill obviously disappeared. Was it because Rose defended well?
No, Bird quickly discovered it had little to do with Rose's defense.

Hill only exerted force selectively. In the next round, Jackson hoisted the ball into the inside again and gave it to Schmitz.

Hill quickly double-teamed the past.

Schmitz had to pass the ball, and Hill had already communicated with Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen lay in ambush on the passing route, raised his long arm, and knocked out Schmitz's inside pass. Houston followed up and picked up the ball, and the Pistons' counterattack was in place in an instant.

The energy of this team is horrendous.

Houston wanted to make a fast break, but unfortunately there was no chance. Miller came to the door like death and knocked him down from the side.

"Fuck!" Houston raged, "Are you here to play the fucking ball?"

Miller sneered with a stern face: "If you don't dare to do it, shut up, you jerk!"

"You think we dare not do it?"

A voice came from behind, and Miller felt a chill down his spine.

"You want to intervene?" Miller stared at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen walked up to Miller, his cold eyes let Miller know that the other party did not regard him as a friend, at least not now: "If you want to do something, we can accompany you."

Before the incident intensified, three referees stepped forward and pulled people away.

The referee blew a T for Miller.

This blew up Miller: "I'm a fucking common foul!"

"Shut up, Reggie!"

The big bird roared, and Miller decisively shut up.

(End of this chapter)