You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 395

时间：1998年5月13日晚，21：00。

Location: Palace of Auburn Hills, Detroit, Michigan, USA.

Background: The decisive battle against Tianwang Mountain.

Ephraim came to the family area early, and she saw Hill's girlfriend Tamia.

"Ephraim, why don't you sit here? The seat here is closer to the front." Tamia said with a smile.

Last year, Hill and Tamia spent Thanksgiving together at the Carleton apartment. Although a lot of things happened, it did not affect Ephraim and Tamia becoming friends.

Ephraim smiled and said, "It's too close to the front row, I'm afraid I won't be distracted."

"Distraction?" Tamia never thought about it, she just wanted Hill to hear her voice.

Ephraim nodded and said, "Well, the most important thing during a game is to have no distractions. I hope to blend in with the audience, as if I'm just an ordinary fan."

It was the first time Tamia heard such a statement. In his memory, Hill seemed to have said something like telling her not to make too much noise at the scene.

He said it very tactfully, but Tamia didn't listen to it. Looking at it now, her cheering sound may not have made Hill more motivated, but increased his pressure.

"You're right." Tamia gave up the coveted first row seat.

Players from both sides entered the field to warm up one after another.

Mo Mengchen tried to shoot a three-pointer outside.

First shot, missed.

not feeling well.

Changing the angle, the second ball was also missed.

It's hard to say what kind of feeling this is, Mo Mengchen is not nervous, he just has no feeling.

In such an important game, you can't find a three-pointer?
Mo Mengchen tried a few more points and finally scored, but it was not as smooth as usual. The more balls he threw, the more often this kind of thing would happen.

Every month, there will always be a few nights when you can't shoot well, and it just so happens that Mo Mengchen meets this damn day on this crucial game day.

Hill is also warming up nervously. He lost two consecutive games in Indiana and tied the game with a big score. The two sides returned to the same starting line. This game will determine the trend of the entire series.

The winning side will have match points in the next two games. This is a battle that must be fought, and all energy and fighting spirit will be released tonight.

Suddenly, the lights on the scene dimmed.

The DJ blasted out metal music and introduced the Pistons' starters with a bang.

Tonight, Frauses returned Barkley to the starting lineup.

The voices of the audience overwhelmed the waves, and everyone was very excited.

After introducing the starters and head coaches of the two sides, the game is about to begin.

The commentators sitting on the sidelines are also analyzing the possible changes and styles of play of the two sides.

Vinier Johnson and Kenny Smith have become a pair of veritable partners. One of them is a veteran of the Pistons, the other is a retired veteran of the Pistons, plus the heavyweight guest Magic Johnson. Tonight's The commentary seat can also be regarded as shining stars.

"Let Charles Barkley return to the starting lineup, which shows that the Pistons still have to play a combination of inside and outside offense."

"The last game proved that you can't kill the Pacers with outside shots alone."

The magician gave the ultimate answer in his heart: "Larry is a genius. He has super talent in many things. The Pistons need to be more careful. He is also a rookie coach. Larry already has the demeanor of an old coach."

The magician's commentary style is just bragging. Today, there is a former enemy standing on the field, so it doesn't blow him out of his mouth.

Otherwise, how can it reflect his greatness?
Tonight, Chris Mullin is back in the starting lineup.

This is a surprising change. In the last game in Indiana, Bird boldly used the No. 97 pick in 12, Austin Clothier. Hill is in big trouble.

With a height of 206 cm, Clothier proved that he not only has two words more than Hill, but also has better weight and body than the latter.

Tonight, Mullin played again, fans will not forget how Hill killed him in the first two games of the semifinals.

The opening jump ball, all Pistons fans have no expectations for the result, because Ratliff will definitely not win.

The result was the same, no one expected it, even Ratliff gave up the treatment.

Rick Schmitz jumped to the ball with ease.

"Okay, come on!"

Miller moved excitedly, from the right three-point line to the left three-point line, and back and forth.

In the 24-second attack time, he was running for about 18 seconds, and the rest was running back and forth in the front and back courts.

He never stops and never feels tired. This is the first stamina monster Mo Mengchen has seen that runs Alan Houston like a pug and only knows to pant.

Mark Jackson dribbled the ball in the frontcourt and was about to organize. Mo Mengchen took the lead in applying pressure by taking advantage of the home court.

"Foul!" Jackson yelled.

The referee on the sideline had a callous face on his face. He didn't seem to think that such a disrespectful confrontation was a foul. He also felt that Jackson was a bit petty, and he just touched you. As for the yelling?

Mullin, who was facing Hill, ran out to get the ball after that, and relieved Jackson.Then, the seemingly inanimate old man used his skill to force a shot at Hill.

After Mullin shot, the Pacers retreated across the board, and they gave up offensive rebounds.

Including the shooter Mullin, after the shot, he doesn't care whether the ball is scored or not, he turns around and retreats.

The ball goes in.

2 is better than 0
"Retreat quickly." Houston said.

Is it just fast?
Mo Mengchen didn't think so, the goal was scored, it was a good goal.If they don't make it, they can definitely get a defensive rebound, and then what?That's all.

Unable to launch a counterattack because "retreat is so fast".

The Pacers gave up rushing for offensive rebounds. As a sacrifice, the reward is that the Pistons, who averaged 24 points per game through counterattacks and fast breaks, may not be able to counterattack a few times tonight.

Bird changes from game to game and can make corrections based on what goes wrong during a game, something Frauses doesn't have.

At least not for the time being. He has some creative moves and dares to stick to his own ideas, but he has the common shortcomings of rookie coaches.

Ten seconds later, Mo Mengchen fed the ball to Barkley.

Tonight's Barkley is determined to prove himself. He averaged only 11 minutes per game in the previous four games, and he even didn't play the entire game.

For someone who was an MVP five years ago, this is unacceptable.

Dale Davis felt Barkley's burning anger.

Barkley went up with an elbow, knocked Davis into the air, and scored a backhand layup.

"Bastard, are you hitting back?" Davis thought he had fouled.

Barkley was just as angry. He glanced back at Davis, a big black man, and cursed angrily, "You don't want to hit your mother's inside line! Go home and eat milk!"

"Are the three referees tonight invited from the underground boxing ring?" Smith yelled, "This is about to start a fight!"

"Microwave" Johnson smiled and said, "Relax, it won't work."

The magician said: "That's right, it's just lip service. They're all old fritters, and they know how to measure."

As a result, half a minute later, Davis "squeaked" when he was stuck, and gave Barkley an elbow.

If the teammates from both sides hadn't appeared in the middle in time, the two would have had a battle of the century.

"Dog, try fucking me again!" Barkley yelled.

Davis shouted with a red neck: "You think I dare not?"

Unafraid of big trouble, the referees walked in slowly, and their expressions looked like they were disappointed that Barkley and Davis could not fight.

But the penalty is very clear, and Davis, who took the initiative to throw his elbow, was given a refined and easy-going T.

Bird stood on the sidelines indifferently, as long as he was not sent off, he could accept any kind of trouble. After all, he was the player who played in the 80s when he was only given a one-game suspension by the league for a face-to-face punch.

At that time, the NBA had just been rescued by black and white duo, and the league had no time to deal with court violence.

It's different now, Jordan brought the NBA to the world, so they abandoned the glorious tradition of fighting that has been handed down since ancient times, aiming to make the NBA a harmonious league without gunpowder, saliva, and drugs.

From the current point of view, the change has failed. Guys like Barkley and Davis are obstacles to Stern's reform plan.

Davis gave the Pistons two free throws with an elbow.

Mo Mengchen, who had the highest free throw percentage in the team, stepped forward and made two free throws.

4 is better than 2
In terms of fights, Barkley has been in the world for many years, and he has never been the one who does not suffer. In order to help the boss of the family, Dr. J, beat K. The big bird who was standing on the sidelines at this time, even a rookie, dared to pinch him from behind in the name of persuading a fight Holding the hands of the big bird, Dr. J would not let it go when he saw this, he hit the bird's head three times, and let out a fierce breath.

The rookie Barkley has already reached this level, and now there are still people who dare to break ground on Tai Sui, can this kind of thing be tolerated?

Flying Pig couldn't take it anymore, and asked Mo Mengchen for the ball.

"Get out of the pick-and-roll, you fat bastard!" Mo Mengchen roared violently when he saw that he still wanted to take the ball when he had a bad chance.

Barkley stepped forward in a desperate manner, and then took advantage of the situation to disassemble it. Mo Mengchen passed back.

"boom!"

Bad touch is contagious, although Mo Mengchen didn't make a single shot tonight.

"Who do you want to take revenge on with your hand? Wouldn't it be more refreshing to apply to go to the locker room to play a plane?" Mo Mengchen taunted Barkley.

Barkley's skin is thick as hell, no matter how much Mo Mengchen ridicules, he can parry it.

Just don't mention the ring.

"How can my hand feel compare to yours? Don't ask so much."

The fat man was busy chatting, and then missed Davis again.

Davis cut to the basket after a screen and played a beautiful alley-oop with Jackson in the restricted area.

"This is something you'll never fucking do!" Davis yelled while backing off.

Mo Mengchen ignored the astonished Barkley and threw the ball to Ratliff, asking him to serve.

In ten seconds, Mo Mengchen tried to shoot a three-pointer from the outside.

Not in.

There is nothing wrong with feeling, he really didn't feel it tonight.

　Keep all the tickets for tomorrow for me, guaranteed four times.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)