You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 552
Sabonis played 4 minutes, but his loss seemed to play the whole game.

Jerome Williams is still standing behind him, with five fouls on his back, defending alone against the back hit from the roof of the world.

"206 cm single defense 221 cm!"

"93kg against 130kg!"

"Let's take our hats off to Jerome Williams!"

Sabonis easily knocked Williams away, but the latter stood back and stuck again, completely pressing down the body of the roof of the world, carrying his shot hard, risking six fouls off the field, and giving a strong confrontation.

Sabonis yelled cleverly, knocked Williams over with a strong kick, and the harsh whistle sounded.

Everyone looked at the referee together.

The referee made an obvious gesture: Sabonis swung his elbow, offensive foul!
"Jerome!!!"

The audience cheered for this miraculous single-defense. Williams sat on the ground, bleeding from his nostrils.

Mo Mengchen and Hill walked to his side at the same time and helped him up.

Now he has to go.

Jerome Williams, played 10 minutes, the data is 0 points, 4 rebounds and 5 fouls. He was indeed blown up by Sabonis, but he has done everything he can.

No one can blame him.

"This is the backbone of Detroit!"

"Jerome gave everything for the team. He harassed the Lithuanians by any means, tried his best to consume him, and finally spilled blood on the field. If this is also called dirty, then I would rather be a dirty person and fight them. in the end!"

With only 3 minutes left in the first half, the score was 64-57.

Sabonis's repeated attacks had little effect, because the Pistons basically did not double-team him, allowing him to force Williams alone.

Williams made full use of his body and the number of fouls, and when he couldn't stop it, a fierce thug sent him to the free throw line.

Sabonis, who was physically exhausted, also had difficulty grasping free throws. He made one of two free throws or even missed both free throws. In addition, his offense was not so stable. If he failed to score, the Pistons protected the rebound and the ball passed Mo Mengchen. Hand, long pass to Hill, the entire counterattack process will not exceed five seconds.

Now, Sabonis is also depleted.

Sprewell and Webber came on, replacing Stoudemire and Sabonis, and the Pistons also replaced all the main players.

In the remaining 3 minutes, the two sides took advantage of their blood and fought to their heart's content.

At halftime, the Pistons still led the Trail Blazers by 69 points 63 to 6.

Halftime scored nearly 70 points. The pace of the game was not as fast as the finals. Sabonis felt exhausted after playing less than 10 minutes.

Fortunately, there was a halftime break, otherwise the Roof of the World might not be able to contribute to Portland tonight.

In the locker room, Williams had stopped the bleeding.

His 4 minutes against Sabonis was praised by his teammates.

He personally said nothing.

After Mo Mengchen entered the locker room, he also greeted him with concern.

Westphal returned to the locker room and wiped off all the tactical maps on the tactical board. He said: "We are facing a team with the same lineup thickness as ours. Make corresponding tactical adjustments to personnel changes.”

"I just want to make one thing clear."

"When Sabonis is on the court, we speed up the tempo; otherwise, we slow it down."

Obviously, Sabonis is an old man in the Blazers. Judging from the structure of the lineup, in fact, only Sabonis is not suitable for the fast-paced play of the Pistons.

You must know that Sabonis only played 10 minutes in the first half, and the Blazers also chased the Pistons and scored 63 points.

They are used to the rhythm of run and gun.

This has been proven through the half-time game.

That's why Westphal asked his players to slow down the tempo.

"Pay special attention to Latrell's outside breakthrough, don't let him connect with Chris Webber. Also, when you decide to implement the eagle attack, you can try to challenge Chris Webber more."

There are no specific tactics and no changes in personnel. Westphal talks about the core concepts, and what tactics to use in specific situations.

The half time was neither long nor short, just long enough for Westphal to finish his arrangement.

"Guys, let us prove that the Pistons that slow down the offensive rhythm are still the best offensive Pistons in the league. You know, the real man is the one who can stretch and shrink!"

"Yes!!!"

In the first attack in the second half, Sprewell pressed Mo Mengchen up front as soon as they met.

This kind of frontcourt press is the real pressure frontcourt press.

Rick Pitino's heart would be broken by Mo Mengchen's thoughts, but he really thinks Sprewell's tight end is better than the Celtics' Kansas frontcourt tight end that they've been playing for two years and can't figure out how to do. The high pressure defense is much stronger.

Pitino must have had the opposite opinion, and Mo Mengchen defended his right to defend himself to the death.

Mo Mengchen kept switching hands and dribbling the ball slowly across the half court, passing the ball to Hill and leading Sprewell to run around the court.

"Come!"

Rashid took the position, took the ball, and forced Weber with his back. He had a deep understanding of Westphal's tactical arrangement-to attack Weber head-on.

Turning his back to the basket and dribbling the ball from the bottom line, although Weber was actively stuck, Rasheed had already rushed to a deep position, leaned on him again, and used his strength to score against the basket.

71 is better than 63
"Come on, idiot." Mo Mengchen seduced.

Sprewell didn't want to take any risks, because Rashid and Big Ben were eyeing him. Seeing that there was no chance inside, it was difficult for Mo Mengchen to shoot, so he passed the ball.

Webber turned over and scored a straight-arm jumper.

65 is better than 71
The Pistons move the ball slowly and don't rush the offense as much as before.

The rhythm of the offense slowly dropped in this slow pass.

The reduced offensive tempo is also affecting Sprewell's off-ball defense, a fast-paced offense where every pick-and-roll and screen counts and serves a specific purpose.It's different now, to lower the tempo, Mo Mengchen can run fast without disrupting the tactics.

He ran to the right corner where Rasheed was.

The two exchanged happily.

Rashid suddenly laughed out loud, like a mentally disturbed murderer who was chasing someone to chop, but suddenly turned around and chopped down a bystander.

Sprewell is the bystander, and Rasheed's sudden pick-and-roll completely blocks him.

Mo Mengchen took the ball from the bottom corner, handed it to his left hand, and deliberately showed Sprewell a left-handed three-pointer full of personal characteristics.

"Shh!"

"Excuse me, what's the role of your defense? I've already scored 18 points." Mo Mengchen asked.

Sprewell bit his lip tightly, Mo Mengchen ran out of too many open spaces, there was no way to do it, because the Blazers' defensive response was not strong enough.

Mo Mengchen used pick-and-rolls and screens to run out of space, and Weber and the others didn't have enough sense of assistance, so they could only rely on Sprewell to chase him down.

This is also the reason why Sprewell is not convinced by Mo Mengchen.

He thought that Mo Mengchen was bullying him with the help of his teammates.If his teammates had enough defensive awareness, Mo Mengchen would not be able to run out of opportunities under his defense.

"Hateful bastard, me"

Sprewell dribbled the ball to the frontcourt intending to attack, but suddenly, Mo Mengchen took the initiative to press in front of him, and made a pressing defense that seemed to have no effect at all.

His defense did not pose any threat at all in Sprewell's eyes.

This guy has gone crazy!
"you wanna die!"

Sprewell was furious. Mo Mengchen's defense was to ensure that he would not break through. In this case, why would he not give him a good look?

Sprewell will never be a pure point guard, although he has good ball vision.

But his vision is limited. He is an attacker at heart. Once he decides to attack, he cannot see others. Such a person cannot be an organizer.

Dunleavy dared to let him play the No. 1 position because the Blazers had two insiders who averaged 5 assists per game, rather than believing that he could really organize well.

Once he was irritated, the result was like this, with only himself in his eyes, like those lunatics who are driving the "I am invincible" BUFF.

Whenever someone else goes crazy, Mo Mengchen feels that the person who nicknamed him (Madman) is really a god.

The madman was about to shoot, and Mo Mengchen couldn't block the shot, but others could, such as Grant Hill, who had been eyeing him for a long time.

Devil Hill was very cautious. He confirmed that Sprewell could not pass the ball out before giving up. Walter Williams stepped forward to defend and blocked his head and face. Mo Mengchen caught up with the ball.

The follow-up counterattack followed, and the furious madman wanted to stop the loss. The best way was to foul Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen gave him a cruel mocking smile, pushed the ball with both hands, and hit the ground to Hill.

"Counterattack!"

"It's another counterattack!"

The Pistons' positional warfare can be played very patiently, but the counterattack is different.

If they can't complete the counterattack within five seconds, they are simply insulting the sign of running and bombing.

Perhaps in order to control the counterattack time within five seconds, Hill stopped in the frontcourt for the first time, and did something that only Mo Mengchen would usually do-the counterattack in the frontcourt made an emergency stop and chased for a three-pointer.

"Oh!"

"MY!"

"GOD!!!"

Mike Dunleavy couldn't understand the game either.

Why was his team blown up all of a sudden?

Why did Sprewell go crazy all of a sudden?
Why did the style of the Pistons game suddenly change?

Why all of a sudden, the world turned upside down?The Blazers turned into a running and bombing team eager for success, but the Pistons pursued the success rate steadily and tried their best to seize counterattack opportunities.

At this point, Dunleavy doubted for the first time whether the decision to let Sprewell play point guard was correct.

His selfish style of play can hurt teams.

However, if he is not allowed to play the No. 1 position, no one can restrict Mo Mengchen.

Even though he played the No. 1 position, Mo Mengchen was not restricted.

Dunleavy tried to convince himself.

At least at least Dor.Mo's scoring comes from running without the ball. He plays very hard. If he keeps playing like this, he will always collapse.

Yes, just keep going.

(End of this chapter)