You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 566 Young Champions!

In the second quarter, Mo Mengchen sat on the bench to watch the game.

In this quarter, Dumars was in good form, and his teammates also gave him the opportunity to help him score 12 points and 4 assists.

At halftime, 70 to 54, the Blazers trailed the Pistons by 16 points.

A quarter of the fans have already left the stadium, they seem to see the end.

In the second half, Mo Mengchen returned to the game.

This also relieved the fans who were worried about him. If he continued to sit off the court, the fans really thought he was injured.

"Dor.Mo fans can rest assured that he is fine."

"Yes, judging by his running movement, he is very good. He didn't play in the second quarter. It may be Paul Westphal to let him rest more. After all, he has three games in the previous four games. Played 40 minutes."

Since the truth behind it is unknown, the commentary can only guess based on experience.

Seeing Mo Mengchen take the ball, Sprewell was flustered, as long as he closed his eyes these days, he could recall the game two days ago.

Those games have only one frame.

Mo Mengchen was three meters away from him, speeding up and changing directions, no matter how he reacted, the other party just didn't make sense and relied on speed to eat him raw.

If he took a step back in order to gain room for reaction, Mo Mengchen would be even more unreasonable, and he would get three points if he pulled up.

That's how they lost that game.

With the help of the referee, they still lost, and the fear that Mo Mengchen planted in the heart of the madman had already ripened.

"Do you still want to guard against me?"

Mo Mengchen asked jokingly. As soon as the voice fell, he turned around and pushed away Sprewell's body, accelerated further, disrupted the defense inside, and hit the ground to Hill, who was cutting in, and Devil Mountain dunked.

Perfect fit, perfect finish.

72 is better than 54
"You're always defending the same way, and you want me to score 50 points?"

Mo Mengchen looked at Sprewell in distaste, the madman didn't know how to answer, he had lost all confidence.

This kind of Sprewell makes his teammates very strange. He will never be afraid of the opponent's provocation, nor will he ignore the opponent's trash talk. If the opponent is ruthless, he will only be more ruthless than the opponent.

Now he is docile in front of Mo Mengchen like a little white rabbit in a cage, being attacked and suppressed but not knowing how to resist.

Even Webber looked like he wanted the ball more than he did.

"Give it to me!" Webb yelled, took the ball and pushed away Rasheed's defense, turned around and licked the basket, the feel was not very good, the ball bounced a few times on the basket, kept turning, and might fall out of the basket at any time .

When the basketball fell, Sabonis raised his long arm and clicked it in.

It is this kind of difficult goal that continues the lifeline of the Blazers. As long as they haven't reached the fourth quarter, as long as the score hasn't reached 20 points, they have hope.

The Pistons' offense has already started, Mo Mengchen is standing on the outside, and his teammates are constantly running. This is not a V-shaped position, and it is not a running for an eagle attack.

This is a scalpel, and this set of tactics is full of Mo Mengchen's personal labels.

The starter moved deftly and ripped through the Blazers defense with ease, and Houston got his chance, but his chance wasn't good enough.

Mo Mengchen pretended to pass the ball, but in reality he hit the ball inside.

This is the scalpel five tactic.

There are no fixed endpoints, only ever-present opportunities.

Rasheed had the best chance, so he got the ball, jumped up with the ball in his hands, aimed at the hoop in front of him, and slammed it down hard.

"BOOM!"

"This is what I'm going to prove!" Rasheed yanked at his clothes with his hands.

"Your defense is like a bank!" Again.

Won't he get bored?Mo Mengchen thought.

The Pistons' starting five were exhausted, leaving no room for the Blazers to struggle. At the end of the third quarter, the Pistons had scored 103 points.

Their opponents scored only 73 points.

103 points in three quarters, this is something that can only happen in the small ball era, and they once again scored a terrifying high score across the era.

The tide of offense suffocated the opponent. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, a full 12 minutes were all garbage time.

Westphal replaced Dumars, Luis M. Lowe, Ricky Davis, Barkley and Lauderdale.

A pure bench lineup against the Trail Blazers' semi-main lineup.

The Blazers still have some pride and self-esteem, and they don't intend to surrender now.

There are still 12 minutes to play and if you don't look at the difference on the scorer, they are really hopeful because there is still a lot of time.

A 30-point difference can make people desperate.

Mo Mengchen and Xi'an sat down.

Hill scored his Finals averages tonight: 34 points, 13 rebounds and 8 assists.

Mo Mengchen's statistics are very weird, it turned out to be 10 points, 8 rebounds and 20 assists.

He scored 20 assists, and as long as he worked hard, he could score a special triple-double of 10+10+20.

"Listen well, unless there is a serious wave of point losses on the field, I will wait until the last minute to replace you." Westphal made an agreement with Hill and Mo Mengchen in advance.

Neither Mo Mengchen nor Hill had any objections.

The game is on.

Except for Mo Mengchen and Hill, the other teammates stood up. The last 12 minutes were the last minutes of the season.

Joe Dumars called Lauderdale's pick-and-roll. The 221-centimeter Chicago Giant weighs 300 kilograms. With such a block, no one can catch up to Dumars through this human wall.

Dumas archery on horseback, throw hit;

The low-key Lore is the strangest existence of the Pistons. Sometimes he plays the starter, sometimes he plays the rotation, and sometimes he doesn’t even care about the water cooler. He haunts every corner and is familiar with everyone. He is Besides Hill, Mo Mengchen's best friend in the team.

Such a person should get many opportunities.

But his strength is limited, except for the all-round attribute that can play in the first, second and third positions, there is nothing particularly outstanding.

Tonight, he scored 1 points in 6 minutes of garbage time.

Ricky Davis, a rookie who was despised by Mo Mengchen, should have made a big splash in garbage time. This is the potential he showed early in the morning, and he held back tonight.

Whether it's just pretending or he has really changed, he didn't swipe the data tonight, he is very conscious of a rookie, and he is at ease helping the big guys to cover and help them swipe the data during garbage time, and he only has 1 minutes Nei scored 2 points, 3 rebounds and 3 assists.

It is rare for Barkley, who has little chance to play in the playoffs, to have such a long garbage time. Dumars' performance stimulated him.

As a veteran, Dumars can still play as Mo Mengchen's substitute and average 10 points per game, but he can't even compete with Jerome Williams.

If this goes on like this, the face of the diamond generation will be completely lost by him, right?
Fatty secretly made up his mind that if he regards next season as the last dance, he must have Dumars' good form this year and become a key member of the team.

As for Lauderdale, he just needs to be happy.

He is the source of happiness for the whole team. As long as he plays, it means that the game is over. Every time he scores a point, gets a rebound, and gets a block, that kind of excitement can make the whole audience happy.

Five minutes into the fourth quarter, the Blazers chased the point difference to 5 points.

Eight minutes into the fourth quarter, the Blazers finally caught up to within 8 points.

However, Dumars followed up with a three-pointer and pulled the point difference back to more than 20 points.

Mike Dunleavy gave up struggling and replaced all the main players 4 minutes before the end.

"In four minutes, we can announce the results." Wharton said.

4 minutes left.

There are still 4 minutes until the Pistons are crowned.

Mo Mengchen and Hill were still sitting.

Now should be a time full of emotions, Mo Mengchen closed his eyes, thinking of the failures experienced in the past four years, those failures made history go in the right direction.

However, starting this year, history will no longer be what he is familiar with.

Neither the Spurs nor the Knicks made it to this year's Finals.

Duncan, a superstar with a historical mission, was also stopped by him in the Eastern Conference Finals.

The Pistons, a team that never played in the first round in the 90s, will stand on top of the world tonight.

They are so young and this is just the beginning of glory.

"Mo, Grant!"

Mo Mengchen and Hill looked at Westphal together.

In the last minute of the fourth quarter, he deliberately called a timeout.

The game is already in garbage time, but Westphal wants to replace Mo Mengchen and Hill, because it will be the moment to win the championship. During this game gap, he has to send these two on the field.

They need to know what it's like to win a title.

Westphal has won the championship twice in his player era. He knows very well that when he stands on the court and hears the final whistle, the silence of the audience, all the stories end in an instant, and a journey comes to an end. The brilliance, sweetness and bitterness rushing to the whole body at the same time are destined to be unforgettable for a lifetime.

"let's go."

Westphal said.

"With 58 seconds left, the Pistons put on Dor.Mo and Grant Hill."

"In this most special moment, Paul Westphal wants these two young leaders to savor victory on the pitch."

Pistons offense.

Mo Mengchen had no intention of slaughtering his opponents anymore. He kept the ball in his hands, neither organizing nor calling for tactics. He waited until the last second and deliberately missed the shot.

The final 24 seconds.

The Blazers can attack or not, it doesn't make sense anymore.

The Pistons are no longer defensive.

Stoudemire also collected the ball, gave up the offense, and in the last five seconds, he threw the ball to the ground.

"Beep~~~~!!!"

This is the most beautiful whistle in the world.

"The game is over!"

"The Detroit Pistons beat the Portland Trail Blazers to become the 1998-1999 NBA champion!"

Mo Mengchen looked at Hill, the two young people who had gone through failures and finally succeeded, walked towards each other at the same time and embraced each other.

Hill said excitedly: "Dad, I love you so much that I want to tear you in half!"

莫蒙尘笑道：“老妈，我也爱死你了，爱得我想把你的大胖脸揍扁。”

Today is April 1999, 6.

This year, Mo Mengchen was 26 years old and Hill was 27 years old. They were both young.

Young they won the first championship of their careers.

　With 170 million words, Dor.Mo and Hill finally won the championship. For me, I really feel a lot here.The novel has been blocked and unblocked, which makes me feel that it is not easy to come here.There are still many emotions, wait until the next volume starts to open a single chapter.

　　
　
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