You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 48

The most unexpected thing in the first half was not Mo Mengchen's response to Starks' elbow, but Otis Thorpe's [-]-pointer before the clock ran out and hit it.

This is the only time he made a three-pointer this season. In his 11-year career, he has only scored one three-pointer. It can be said that the Knicks are very unlucky tonight. The person who passed him happened to be Mo Mengchen, this lucky goal also made his assists reach 8 times.

"It seems that I can also try more three-pointers."

Seeing such a reaction from Thorpe's goal, Hill couldn't help having a similar fantasy. As the best player of the Pistons, he also played an extremely brilliant first half tonight: 14 points, 7 rebounds and 3 assists.

"Forget it, Otis's three-pointers are better than yours!"

Mo Mengchen said such a sentence in his ear bluntly, but it pierced the glass heart of Duke's top student into glass shards.

In any case, Hill will not admit that Thorpe's three-pointers are superior to his. No matter how bad his three-pointers are, every shot has a certain chance of being made. (well, 13% hit rate)

What about Thorpe?Isn't he able to score three-pointers because of a gift from heaven?Therefore, Hill was very dissatisfied.

"You are a doctor. Doctors are rigorous, serious and even meticulous. You can't draw such hasty conclusions. Don't you take patients for a physical examination when you see them, and you can tell what's wrong with the patient just by looking at them? "Hill retorted with reason.

"Are you questioning the best doctor in the world?" Mo Mengchen turned back and said, "I only know that Otis' three-point shooting percentage this season is 100%, while your current shooting percentage is only 15%."

"Isn't this data more convincing than what it looks like?"

Because Thorpe only voted for this one!

Hill frowned: "It's not fair! You can't think that Otis's outside shooting is better than mine just because he was lucky enough to make a three-pointer!"

"If you want me to believe that your shooting skills are better than Otis, it's very simple," Mo Mengchen turned and walked straight to the locker room, "Prove it to me."

That's why Collins clearly arranged for Hill to attack the basket to create opportunities for Mo Mengchen and Houston, but he made a reckless three-pointer at the top of the arc at the beginning of the second half.

Hill's height and jumping ability make his blocking difficult to be disturbed, even Anthony Mason, who looks like a murderer released from a high-end prison, cannot be disturbed.

But there are some problems with his shooting posture, because he is tall, and he didn't pay attention to the standard of shooting posture when he was a child. His shooting point is a bit forward. If he is not tall and big, he jumps very high every time he jumps. , Such a shot has a high chance of being blocked.

"Grant's three-point attempt, no go!"

"This ball is not good. Although Detroit has taken the lead, it can't be so messy."

Daly criticized Hill for the first time tonight.

What he didn't expect was that this was just the beginning of Hill's ferocity.

Collins was also stunned. This is not the Hill he is familiar with. Who is Hill?He came out of Duke University and is synonymous with team players. Even the old coach K said: "He is the kind of selfless person who is willing to dedicate himself to the team."

"Grant, I should be allowed to shoot this kind of ball."

Houston just kindly reminded that, to Hill's ears, he seemed to be helping Mo Mengchen to mock himself.

"Do you also think my three-pointer is not as good as Otis?" Hill asked unhappily.

"Uh?"

what's the situation?Houston has no idea what just happened, Otis?Three-pointer?His three-pointer is not as good as Otis?Isn't this bullshit?

"Yeah, don't run away!"

Houston didn't have time to talk, and Starks' movement made him pay attention every moment, and he couldn't be careless at all.

Derek Harper is oppressive in his confrontation, finding it like a madman.

This is Riley's order.

"Detroit's No. 9 has a serious injury history. I don't want you to sympathize with him. If you have the opportunity, destroy him completely!"

This destruction was not to injure Mo Mengchen, but to break him down through a lot of physical confrontation.

What Mo Mengchen improved the most before the start of the season was strength and stamina, so the Knicks did exactly what he wanted.

Compared with physical strength and strength, his biggest problem now is defensive footwork and speed, which need to be improved next.

Without a guard organization, Ewing couldn't stand up, and the Knicks' offense suddenly became constipated.

This was their first positional battle in the second half, and in the end they were forced to single out Houston by Starks.

Against Starks, Houston's height advantage is obvious, coupled with a fairly qualified defense, he put great pressure on Starks. At this moment, Starks dreamed of going back to the seventh game of the finals last year, His 18-for-2 night.

The Knicks attacked and hit the iron, Hill grabbed another rebound and advanced quickly.

"Pass the pass!"

Hill grunted.

As a result, Hill seemed to be possessed by Mo Mengchen, and rushed to the front court with the ball, taking advantage of the Knicks' unstable footing, chasing him and scoring a three-pointer.

"What is he doing?"

Still not going in.

The commentator yelled unreasonably, Hill was heartbroken, Mo Mengchen ran fast, he saw the path of the ball, and predicted its landing point.

He caught the offensive rebound, and after Houston caught up, he slid a through ball to help him complete the offense.

"Ahahaha~~~ How nice it would be if you could pass the ball directly to me every time?" Houston shouted happily.

"Get out of the way."

Mo Mengchen gently pushed him away, caught up with Hill and said, "After the game, come with me to the hospital?"

"What?"

"Do a check, I suspect that your brain is flooded."

Mo Mengchen quickened his pace, and Hill felt his legs go weak. He was ridiculed by Mo Mengchen one after another, but there was nothing to refute.

"Damn rookie, he pushed me away! He pushed me! He's going to have no friends!" Houston said indignantly, "Right, Grant?"

Houston was talking to Hill, and Devil Mountain turned his head, biting his lower lip with his upper teeth, and nodded sadly.

The same is the end of the world, the two have a strong resonance at this moment.

It turns out that this is how it feels to be despised by a rookie!

Looking at the Knicks' position, Mo Mengchen could basically guess their attack style.

The team's defensive integrity, flexibility, oppression, and strength to the opponent are all extremely strong, but the offense is too poor.

Riley, as a pantheon-level god, personally trained the Lakers in the "show moment" in the 80s, thus bringing the league into the golden age of offense. When he arrived in New York, he learned the strengths of the Pistons, corrected his weaknesses, and led the league again Entering the era of iron and blood defense, in this regard, he is undoubtedly the number one coach in the NBA in the 80s and 90s, but his team is not perfect.

Needless to say the Lakers during the show, Riley is a well-known control freak and training freak. In 88, the three main players lost the championship. The magician led the crowd to rise up and drove him out of Los Angeles.

In New York, it is still the same old way. Although it has led to another upsurge, in addition to the problems of controlling players and crazy training, the biggest problem of his Knicks is the lack of a good offensive system.

Once in this situation, they have only one choice.

"Attention Ewing!"

Ewing received the ball from the low position on the right side, and shot twice in a row. As soon as Mo Mengchen's double-team arrived, he received the ball, turned around to the baseline, and started defending against Mills.

Ewing jumped into the air like a giant black rabbit, his posture was ugly and ridiculous, but Mills who was close to him couldn't jump up at all, as if his feet were filled with heavy lead.

The gorilla reaches the highest point, faces the basket at close range, and dials out the ball in his hand. This is his killer feature.

"Shh!"

"Pat!"

"Pat!"

"Pat! Fuck 'em!"

Spike Lee yelled passionately, even if the team fell behind by 7 points, it wouldn't hurt their enthusiasm. He had a kind of extremely abundant energy, which was enough to drive the fans to cheer for the team together.

"give me one more chance."

Hill ran to Mo Mengchen and said.

"What if you miss?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill said: "I will admit that my outside shooting skills are not as good as Otis."

Hearing this, Mo Mengchen mocked. Although this annoying mouth did not utter a single word, Hill knew that he was not very satisfied with this punishment.

"What do you want?" Hill asked.

"If you miss, for the next month, practice [-] three-pointers every day." Mo Mengchen said.

If you want to list one training that Hill hates, it is the three-pointer training. In his opinion, the three-pointer is basically a dispensable skill, even as strong as Jordan, who only has a three-pointer shooting rate in the early 30s. (more than twice his size)

"You are ruthless!"

Seeing that he was about to refuse, Hill turned around and just took a step, then stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "I bet you!"

"What if I make it?" Hill continued.

"I'll raise your hand like a referee in a boxing ring and announce to the world that you're a better shooter than Otis Thorpe."

Hill's expression was as uncomfortable as eating shit.

I put so much pressure and paid such a high price, just to hear you tell everyone that I voted better than Thorpe?Isn't that fucking crap?

Hill didn't have time to complain about Mo Mengchen, and the tactics started to run.

Here, Mo Mengchen deliberately played tricks, and he arranged the end point of the tactics at the place that Hill hated the most, which was the point where his three-point shooting rate was the lowest.

When it feels hot, you can't make a shot. Now it feels so cold, how can you make a shot?

Hill completed the play, got open and the ball, made a [-]-pointer, and for the third time in a row, hit the iron with a [-]-pointer.

Collins put his head in his hands and suddenly lost control of the game for some reason.

"What are they doing? What the hell are they doing?"

(End of this chapter)