You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 434 Maybe We Can
"Microwave" Vinier Johnson has witnessed the Bulls taking turns attacking the Bad Boys, then achieving a dynasty, and fighting against the Pistons led by Momochen Hill.

He wants to lament that fate is ruthless.

"Detroit has stood in front of Michael three times, and now, he has stopped Dor.Mo and Grant twice." Only those who have experienced it can feel the trick of fate, "This failure tonight may destroy the Pistons, or it may make them."

Kenny Smith didn't have Johnson's real emotion, and although he retired from the Pistons, he only played here for one year.

If you want him to stand in the team, he will support the Pistons, but now that the victory and defeat have been divided, he will not have so much emotion.

The Bulls tonight let everyone see the king's temperament.

"It's a pity, just a little bit."

As the team's sponsor, Dura Jr. was there, sitting next to Bill Davidson.

Seeing the Pistons go from leading by 19 points to beating a goal at the end, this feeling is hard to describe.

Shannon Poser got up and said, "Bill, this will pass."

Davidson is definitely a rare fan among the NBA owners. Before Mo Mengchen transformed the Pistons, the team had always been unable to make ends meet. Even though they had a brilliant season, they just balanced the expenses and income.

Because the Pistons have never had the kind of star that can be promoted as the face of the league. In their most glorious era, they played the darkest basketball in history. They won the championship for two consecutive years, but basically only local fans entertained themselves Music, no one likes them, and no sponsors and advertisements will come to them.

Even in this situation, Davidson did not give up the team.

Now the Pistons have not only become a strong team, but also a profitable team. In addition to lamenting how correct his persistence was, he also tried his best to support the team.

After the "indirect rebound" reward that Mo Mengchen mentioned was suggested by Osgers, he didn't even call the board of directors, and directly paid the money in his own name.

Before the start of tonight's game, he thought the team could win, because the team severely bruised the Bulls in the sixth game, the tiebreaker, in his own home court, what reason is there to lose the game?They are younger and have home court advantage. The Bulls are just a bunch of stubborn old men.

It was this group of stubborn old men that made him experience the most painful night since the acquisition of the Pistons.

"It must be hard for these young people," Davidson murmured.

Sitting next to him is a white-haired old man. Those who are familiar with the Pistons must know him. His name is Jack McCloskey. .

He was invited to watch the game tonight. Now that he has retired, seeing such a game, he can't help but think of what happened back then.

"Bill, do you remember eight years ago?" McCloskey asked.

Davidson asked, "1990?"

"Yes, the same is the tiebreaker, the same is the Eastern Conference finals, and the same is the Bulls vs. Pistons. We won at that time." McCloskey said.

Reminiscing about the achievements of the year may help to restore the mood.

Davidson sighed: "It's almost ten years in the blink of an eye."

McCloskey laughed: "After the game, I met Michael in the parking lot and he asked me: Sir, can we win the Pistons once?"

Not only Davidson, but also the other shareholders and advertising sponsors present all looked at it.

McCloskey looked at the Pistons No. 9 standing motionless on the field: "I told him: Michael, your time will come soon, soon."

Many fans shed tears on the scene. This was a close defeat. The Pistons are a better team, but their opponent is even greater.

They made up for the gap in strength with experience and will.

Jordan came in front of Mo Mengchen. This young man was undoubtedly the strongest opponent he had encountered in the past few years.

"You played well, Mo." Jordan gently hugged Mo Mengchen and said from the bottom of his heart.

"We are not good enough." Mo Mengchen did not wish Jordan well.

He left Jordan and walked aimlessly on the field.

Then, he saw Ephraim and Adrian.

They must be worried.

Mo Mengchen signaled them to leave first, he still has a lot of things to deal with.

Mo Mengchen remembered last year.

At this time last year, they had already been eliminated by the Bulls. Even if Hill was not injured, in terms of hard power, they were not the opponents of the Bulls at their peak. Therefore, they did not make any resistance and lost five games.

At that time, he lost frankly and was not sad at all, because he set his sights on this year.

For this year, for this series, and to overthrow the Bulls dynasty, he has been strengthening his opponent's weaknesses since last year.

His speed, his strength, and his offensive methods have all been strengthened a lot.

Tonight's game, he is worthy of anyone.

47 points, 15 rebounds and 10 assists.

No one can blame him for the loss. His scoring, rebounding and assists are all the highest in the game, and he has tried his best.

But can't win.

If he hadn't set this goal for himself in advance, he might not be so sad.

Since the time travel, he has accomplished everything he wanted to do, without a single failure, only this time, he overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent.

Mo Mengchen closed his eyes, not only tonight's game flashed in his mind, but also the death of Tefdanla, the failed operation, the cold at the beginning of the year, the failure of last season, the failure of his rookie season... and that car accident.

The car accident that he had never experienced but haunted him like a nightmare.

Mo Mengchen turned around and walked towards the player tunnel.

This road is not long, and he has walked it many times.

Going faster this time, he would rather go slower, so that he can meet those losers like him—his teammates—later.

Walking to the door, Mo Mengchen felt an uncontrollable anger in his heart.

If they can play good tactics!

If only they could bite the bullet!

If Alan Houston can have a normal play!
If Grant Hill can get the damn ball in!

If they can play like a regular season, we can't lose!

These useless bastards!

Mo Mengchen opened the door of the locker room, he wanted to scold these bastards.

He went inside and was about to speak when he saw Hill sitting on the bench.

He had taken off his jersey and was crying bitterly, with Dumars comforting him.

Houston leaned against the wardrobe in frustration, no one knew what he was thinking.

Each of them has the face of a loser.

All Mo Mengchen could feel from this room was the bitterness of failure.

He couldn't yell anymore.

A few minutes later, Frauses walks in, closes the locker-room door, walks up to the players, and wipes off the tactics on the tactic boards -- ridiculous plays that didn't work even once tonight.

Facing this group of young people who have experienced the worst defeat in their careers, he didn't know what to say.

He is not much older than them, and his experience may not be as good as some veterans who have been in the league for many years. Tonight, the Pistons only lost one goal to the Bulls, and the gap between him and Zen Master is more than one goal.

From the beginning to the end of this series, he and the Zen master have never had the upper hand in the duel.

The last foul tonight was the difference between him and Zen Master.

He kept asking himself, if it was him, would there be such an arrangement?
No, he won't do it.

Even if Hill's free throw percentage is only [-]%.

Frauses believes that even if Mo Mengchen is the last person to catch the ball, Zen master will let the players foul, because they are not betting on two free throws and one free throw, they accept the result of two free throws and two free throws, as long as the ball is in their hands, They take the initiative.

Frauses didn't say a word, put down all the materials, and walked out of the locker room silently.

The locker room was quiet.

It was a little scary quiet.

Mo Mengchen stood up and said, "Do you want to hear a few words from me?"

Everyone looked at him, but no one responded.

Only if you acquiesce.

Mo Mengchen said: "I don't know what to say, maybe I should scold you, many of you have let me down."

"This year, we went very well and played the best record in team history. Everyone thinks that this year belongs to us."

"Before the game ended, maybe many people thought that we could end the Bulls' dominance. As a result, we were defeated, just like two years ago, we lost the game in the last few seconds."

"However, if there is success and no failure; satisfaction and no loss; good and no bad, then we should live in heaven. This is not heaven. Good things happen and bad things happen—a lot of good things happen to us, So something bad has to happen."

"Losing to the same opponent two years in a row is really sad. I don't know how to process this feeling, but I need you to hold your head up now, dry your tears, pack your bags, and you know what's waiting for us out there."

"The media all over the world, the fans all over the city, they want to see what we look like after we fail. What do you want them to see? Is it frustration or stubbornness? Do you leave with your chest up high or dejectedly flee?"

"So people are watching us."

"There are quite a few people who want to rub salt in our wounds."

"I hope you take heart and don't let them get away with it."

"Just because we have nothing now, doesn't mean we will never achieve anything."

"The end of our year here means we're not perfect, we don't know the secrets of winning like the Bulls did. They're winners, they always have been, and they know why they're here."

"They're great, we're not."

"But they're old and we're young."

"So, I think, maybe we can, a long time later, when we are old men like them, we can tell the young people around us with a smile on our faces, how we took this bitter defeat to the core, in the future. There is a fragrance like flowers in our hearts. If there is such a day, I believe we will come back here next year, and we will be far stronger than now."

　A lot of people said that I laid so much ground, the Pistons should win.Yeah, I laid out the part where the Pistons might win, and if you look closely, it was from Mo's perspective, he wanted to win the Bulls, so he did a lot of preparation.At the same time, I also tried to make a lot of hints that the Pistons will inevitably lose without letting you know the result in advance.Thanks for everyone's suggestions, I respect your point of view, but I still want to say here: I will not be influenced by others, I can write as I want, not in the past, not now, and probably not in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)