You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 627 The Difficult Princeton

After playing for 5 minutes in the first quarter, the King finally played Princeton once.

McGrady fakes a pick-and-roll, Divac pulls high, Ben Wallace is forced to follow, and Bibby delivers the ball.

At this time, McGrady, who was about to rush into the paint area, eagerly waved to the master on the outside line: Hurry up!pass!ball!Yay! !
Divac read his body language and threw a pass with one hand like a quarterback. This pass crossed the entire defense line from outside the three-point line to the penalty area. McGrady swayed the Devil Mountain with a fake move and scored with his left hand. ,
10 is better than 14
The Kings trailed by 4 points, McGrady's ball was beautiful, and Divac's pass was chic.

"It's really interesting." Mo Mengchen smiled lightly.

Seriously, he loves Princeton, or rather, the system that keeps everyone occupied.

Although Princeton likes to let insiders play the leading role, they must have live insiders to play the leading role.

As if we can't expect Ben Wallace to show off on the perimeter like Divac does, then the game becomes a horror movie.

Seeing that Princeton was finally played on the field, Adelman frowned slightly. He hoped that the players on the field could understand that this system is not a poison, but a way of survival for them to work together to secure their positions.

It's a pity that Nowitzki's coping ability is not as outstanding as that of Divac. Otherwise, with his peripheral threat, if he is matched with a one-handed pass, he is the most suitable insider for Princeton in the contemporary era.

Mo Mengchen came to the front court and raised three fingers with his left hand.

It was the last tactical gesture a king wanted, and at first they didn't know what it meant.

Tonight, five minutes into the game, the hand gesture has been used six times, and it has paid off for the Pistons almost every time.

Maze tactics.

The two insiders and Hill's high pick-and-roll at the same time formed a butterfly effect. Generally, teams with such a pick-and-roll would have messed up, but this group of people knew exactly what to do next.

Especially Hill, he is particularly good at finding soft persimmons after a series of pick-and-rolls.

This round, he found Nowitzki again.

His speed was so fast that he didn't even want the ball, went straight to the inside, and pointed to the sky, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

"I'll give it to you!"

Taking advantage of Wallace's pick-and-roll, Mo Mengchen took a step back and threw the ball high with both hands.

"Grant, Boom!!"

"So far, Grant has scored 100 points on 11% shooting!"

"Note that his assist rate is also 100%. That is to say, he scored 11 points, all of which were chance shots. He didn't have a single play with the ball. Sacramento's penalty zone defense is really bad!"

16 is better than 10
Hill scored 11 points all by himself. Facing this kind of defense, he played really happily. When he was happy, even Ricky Davis off the court also became happy.

He likes pinching soft persimmons more than Hill.

Seeing that the game had passed 6 minutes, Westphal decided to make a rotation and called Miller, Ginobili and Davis in one breath.

Before the end of the game, Hill led the starters to carry out an extremely aggressive defense, which prevented the King's tactics from disconnecting.

McGrady had to catch the ball in the last six seconds, changing direction and making the famous pull-up three-pointer.

The slender body lifted straight into the air, like a heavy and hard bow, and the ball was pulled out with both hands. At that moment, the legs separated and landed like scissors.

"Shh!"

Exclamations appeared on the scene, this is indeed a difficult goal.

It was also through this ball that Hill discovered that McGrady is not easy. He not only grows tall, jumps high, is fast, and dribbles well.

This guy's combination of sudden shots is quite good. The difficult three-pointer just now reflects the potential of a superstar.

"Nobody can block a shot like that," Hill thought.

Sooner or later, McGrady will find this out.

He still doesn't believe in his shooting, and he doesn't believe that he can blow up every defender with such a shot. Although he is the king's number one scorer at a young age, in the case of an accomplished king like Hill In front of top players, lack of confidence is normal.

On the offensive end of the Pistons, Mo Mengchen was about to hand-off with Hill, and Bibby's eyes widened, not wanting to let this cooperation go through.

Hill has scored 11 points, and no one in the Kings wants this guy's points to continue to rise.

However, Hill, who passed by Mo Mengchen, didn't get the ball.

This is a tricky pick-and-roll!

"It's not good!" Bibi yelled, and in an instant, Mo Mengchen broke through the inattentive white devil, with the momentum like an African leopard preparing to kill its prey.

Divac spouted Serbian again.

I've had enough of your babble!

Mo Mengchen slammed the ball into his crotch, and the basketball flew to the floor and bounced backwards, with Hill right behind him.

Devil Mountain took the ball and directly faced Divac. At this time, Divac no longer had the momentum before, but he happened to meet Devil Mountain in its heyday.

With a roar, Devil Mountain knocked Divac out of bounds on the spot like a god, held up the basketball, and smashed it into the basket with full strength.

Divac smashed his head on the spot and the referee whistled.

He not only spattered blood on the spot, but also paid for fouls!
"Your defense stinks like shit." Mo Mengchen stepped forward and looked down at Divac lying on the ground, and asked coldly, "How do you say this in your Serbian language that sounds worse than ghost screams?"

Divac's face was covered with blood, he opened his eyes, and those eyes were full of resentment: "Take back your words!"

"Your defense stinks like shit? Or, Serbian is worse than howling ghosts?" Mo Mengchen asked sarcastically.

"You Australian bastard, me! @#"

Another bunch of nonsense that only an idiot like him can understand.

"Okay, Mo." Hill pulled Mo Mengchen away, "It's not necessary, it's not worth it."

"Don't be a good person here, make free throws first." Mo Mengchen gently pushed Hill away and walked beyond the three-point line.

Divac's replacement is Bulls dynasty backup center Bill Wennington.

Seeing him, Mo Mengchen really didn't know how much Adelman likes these insiders floating outside to shoot. No matter how you look at it, this guy doesn't meet Princeton's standards in anything except shooting.

Moreover, Wennington is old, slow, and has many injuries. His defense will only be worse than Divac's.

Hill added penalty points and scored 14 points in the first quarter.

After the ball, he and Mo Mengchen were replaced together.

However, with Divac, the king really can't beat Princeton.

Mo Mengchen stopped suddenly and stood on the sidelines to watch how the king would attack in the first round after the timeout.

McGrady may not be sure to hit Hill, but Ricky Davis
Davis is certainly no stranger to this scene, because during the team training game, Hill broke through him like this.

One step, for such a person, surpassing others is just a matter of one step.

McGrady ended the Pistons' perimeter defense like a flying arrow, but if he wanted to score, he had to pass Rasheed's hurdle.

Rashid was preventing him from splitting the ball, McGrady deliberately dragged to the inside and then gave the ball to Nowitzki with a back pass.

Nowitzki scored a jumper from outside the paint.

Miller immediately picked up the ball and threw it to Ginobili who had already run halfway.

The Argentine ladyboy ran fast, and Bibby wanted to block him, and the two entered the three-second zone at almost the same speed. At that position, his defense had basically failed.

Ginobili once again made a psychedelic snake step, twisted his body in disbelief, and scored with his left hand.

Now it was Adelman's turn to be shocked.

What shocked him was not Ginobili's counterattack, but Brad Miller's reaction within less than a second. After McGrady scored the ball and Nowitzki scored, Miller immediately picked up the ball and sent a long pass. Fighting back, he and Ginobili have half the credit.

An insider with this kind of passing awareness must have excellent support skills.

This is simply an inside line born for Princeton.

Next, Miller corroborates this point.

Seeing Adelman salivating, Mo Mengchen believed that he would be fascinated by Miller.

If Mo Mengchen, the traveler, hadn't cut off his beard in advance, Miller would definitely go to the Kings. Now, he can't go anywhere.

The Kings want it, unless it's a trade for Nowitzki -- a deal that's only possible if the management is insane or Adelman has the power of life and death.

Although Nowitzki does not fit Adelman's system, everyone can see that he is an epoch-making power forward with outside-like shooting skills and guard-like offensive skills. He has the opportunity to become a big offensive player like Bird. Killer, only in the second grade, God knows where his upper limit is?
Mo Mengchen returned to the court and sat down.

It may have been a mistake to knock out Divac so the Kings couldn't play Princeton, because it would free up young people who didn't even want to play Princeton to give full play to their talents.

The remaining minutes of the first quarter were basically as Mo Mengchen expected.

McGrady played brilliantly on the offensive end, suppressing Ricky Davis, who wanted to show off his power, on both offensive and defensive ends.

The lead gained from the starting lineup was finally eroded by the king's lineup that was close to the full main force to only 2 points left.

With 2 minutes left in the first quarter, Adelman finally replaced McGrady and others, and put on the second team to play a dozen.

The quality of their second team is far inferior to the Pistons, and the points scored by the starters were brought back by the Pistons within 2 minutes.

At the end of the first quarter, the score was tied at 34-30.

The Pistons led by only 4 points.

In the second quarter, Adelman replaced all starters except Divac.

"Mo, get ready."

Westphal said suddenly.

He also knew that the group of young Kings were so angry that they needed someone to play and hold the line.

Mo Mengchen took off his uniform, and as soon as he stood up, the audience gave their opponents the warmest cheers and indirectly told their opponents that the master of Auburn Hills was about to return.

Mo Mengchen walked to the sidelines and sat on the billboard of Dura Electric.

I don't know if little Du La will call tonight to scold him as the spokesperson?
(End of this chapter)