You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 65
Mo Mengchen sat until 2 minutes into the second quarter.

The two points of Miller and Schmitz are unsolvable for the Pistons. One shoots and the other occupies the penalty area. Within 7 minutes after Mo Mengchen left the field, the Pistons went from leading by 6 points to trailing by 7 points.

38 is better than 31
Collins' eyes fell on Mo Mengchen: "Mo, Tang, Louis, Theo, get ready to play."

In one breath, Collins is going to play up and down.

Moreover, the four players on the field were all rookies.

"Interesting, Coach Collins is going to put on four rookies."

"Except for Dor.Mo, the playing time of the other three players is lackluster. I don't know if they can bring surprises tonight."

Before the ball died, Mo Mengchen called Luoer and the others to his side and explained how to play later.

"No matter the tactics?"

Rhett was startled.

"We don't have the stable singles of Grant, and we don't have the stable shot finisher of Alan. A few of us can't play the team's main tactics."

Mo Mengchen explained, and then said: "Just follow our usual method."

"But if you mess up"

"My idea, I'm in charge."

Mo Mengchen reassured them, and then, before going off the court, Houston gave Miller a vicious foul to repay all the [-]s he had shot on his head.

The Pistons went up and down four times, and the Pacers went up and down twice.

The Pacers' substitutions seem to be more reliable than the Pistons. They replaced two veterans, namely Ricky Pierce, who was once the best sixth man and was also selected as an All-Star, and Ricky Pierce, who had split in three seasons. Under 20+5 and Eddie Johnson, who was also elected the best sixth man.

"Boy, don't do this with me. I have been playing games for more than ten years. What haven't I seen?"

Pierce didn't want to talk to Mo Mengchen, so he showed his qualifications when he came up, but this couldn't cover up the problem of their old-fashioned serving tactics.

Still this tactic, how many times will they be interrupted in a game?
Mo Mengchen stuck to Pierce, and they could only send the ball to Miller, who hadn't played since the beginning of the game.

"Go to hell, you idiots!"

Miller slammed Lore away. He thought it was the end of the matter. In fact, Lore, who was entangled with him, was just a feint. The real danger was not Lore, but Tang Rui, who seemed to have nothing to do with them beside them. Germany.

He completed the job of Hill, the blocker who was originally played by Hill.

Hill can easily complete the job, he needs to go all out to do it well, and he is also very aware of how rare it is to be sent on the field during the stalemate, and he cherishes this opportunity very much.

"I got it!"

"Come on pass!" Thorpe yelled.

Reid saw Mo Mengchen, who was on the fast break, and he had unreserved trust in them. If Reid didn't steal the ball, Miller would have a chance to shoot a three-pointer. Even if he couldn't make the shot, the Pacers could still The number advantage rushes to grab the offensive rebound.

Seeing Mo Mengchen in front of him, Reid passed the ball vigorously.

He didn't have the accuracy of long passes like Hill, he just tried his best to throw the ball into Mo Mengchen's hands, and in terms of his ability, the pass was good.

Mo Mengchen received the ball and scored a layup.

"Dor.Mo scored 8 points. Interestingly, all his points tonight came from the penalty area, and 6 points were counterattacks."

"And he didn't take a single shot from outside, which he is best at. It seems that Indiana's defense is doing very well."

Off the court, Brown had a dark face: "I don't think so."

"Rookie, it seems that you have studied our tactics."

Pierce came over with the ball, and a touch of retro can be seen through his ball protection method. He is used to the old-fashioned semi-sideways protection of the ball without too many fancy styles, just to ensure that the ball is firmly controlled in his hands.

"It's an exaggeration to talk about research. Your serving tactics are worse than those of junior high school students."

Mo Mengchen laughed, Pierce snorted, and just about to break through, Mo Mengchen pushed him back with the strength of his chest, and then opened a huge space, allowing him to shoot a three-pointer.

Pierce entered the league in 1981. He is an old-fashioned guard in the era before the three-point line. Outside the line, their hand feeling is terrible, and one step inside will make you doubt your life.

This kind of person is the best defense, especially now that Pierce has lost the explosive power of his youth. As a scoring-oriented guard (career average of 2 rebounds and 2 assists per game), once he cannot score, his threat will be greatly reduced. .

"Damn it, you played this trick with me. I've fought against Magic Johnson and Isaiah Thomas all the way! Don't think I'll take your trick!" Pierce exclaimed angrily.

Mo Mengchen sneered and said, "After you retire, you can tell your children that you used to fight against me on the field."

"Conceited little bastard!"

Pierce took a quick step, trying to overwhelm Mo Mengchen's defense.

Mo Mengchen caught a glimpse of Ratliff who was already in position, and simply let Pierce rush in, but he was determined not to let him shoot.

"Here I am!" Miller yelled.

Pierce ignored him, went to the basket and layup, Ratliff's blocked shot was like a wild horse galloping in the jungle, which was amazing and gave Pierce a savage cap.

"Counterattack!"

Mo Mengchen pushed the rhythm of the offense. Except for Thorpe, the other four players on the Pistons field were rookies in their prime of life.

The Pacers are different. The two veterans who have been replaced cannot keep up with such a fast pace. After a few back and forth, I couldn't stop breathing.

The points gap began to close.

Without Mark Jackson, the Pacers lost their playmaker, and Pierce preferred the No. [-] to the No. [-], and the offense-oriented No. [-] was not popular in this era.

Miller couldn't get the ball, Schmitz was exhausted, Pierce and Johnson performed ineffectively after they came on the court, and Mo Mengchen led his peers to chase points continuously.

"Damn, what are they doing?"

Brown yelled.

Finally getting Miller to catch the ball, he cursed, as if swearing would add to his touch.

But his touch disappeared in the few minutes of running back and forth, and the ball went out of the basket.

The Pacers retreated in time, but Mo Mengchen's counterattack failed.Pierce lowered his focus, put Mo Mengchen on the left, and kept his eyes on his right.

"There are a lot of flaws."

Mo Mengchen took a step from the left and easily broke through Pierce's defense.

"Didn't he say he wouldn't go left?" Pierce cried inwardly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Mengchen's left hand seems to be faster and more powerful than his right hand.Schmitz assisted in the defense and gave Mo Mengchen an unforgettable hat if he dared to make a move.

As a result, Ratliff scored a ball in the air from Momun.

"Ahhhh!"

Ratliff yelled, jumped up on the spot, and scored with a dunk.

"Who the hell can stop me?" Ratliff yelled.

"Overtake!"

"Theo Ratliff's dunk puts the Pistons on track!"

"When you retire, you can tell your children that you used to fight against me." Mo Mengchen continued to talk about it.

Pierce shouted: "Don't be so fucking arrogant, who do you think you are?"

"The person who blows you up." Mo Mengchen said.

Pierce's mentality was completely blown up. Even though his teammates kept calling "NONONO", he was still obsessed with holding the ball and attacking.

Mo Mengchen didn't give him a chance to react at all. He saw that Pierce's ball-protecting movement was wrong. This was the only chance he had, and he stretched out his hand.

"Dor.Mo is like a robber!"

"It's a counterattack again! What a sharp rhythm!"

Both Miller and Schmitz were exhausted. They ran back and forth continuously but couldn't even touch the ball. The rhythm of the game was completely under the opponent's control.

Mo Mengchen slowed down so that Pierce's old legs could keep up. When he made a defensive move, he picked up the ball and threw it head-on.

Pierce broke Mo Mengchen's balance, and the whistle sounded.

Brown's face was livid.

Directly replaced Pierce and Johnson, two veterans who were not useful.

Mo Mengchen regretted that such a good 2+1 opportunity, he didn't grasp it.

It is worth noting that the Pacers made three ups and downs.

The main one was Mark Jackson back and Rick Schmitz off.

As expected, Schmitz was almost exhausted and paralyzed. If he didn't go down, he wouldn't even be able to move in the second half.

"Dor.Mo called his teammates to the side, which is the unique scenery of the Pistons free throws."

Not only Mo Mengchen's teammates at the same level, but even veterans like Thorpe are around him waiting for orders.

"Don, you guard Mark Jackson."

"Louis, I need you to be more active!"

"The Dutchman went down, let us play more aggressively in the penalty area, keep this style of play, and continue to speed up the rhythm!"

Thorpe looked at the heads of the other three people and nodded like hammers, feeling a lot in his heart.

After playing the game for so many years, this is the most special one among so many young people he has seen.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Dor.Mo made two free throws and scored in double figures."

"I am coming again!"

Jackson smiled at Mo Mengchen.

"I'm not interested in your ass." Mo Mengchen approached Jackson.

Reid came to Jackson's side with a serious face. This is his mission. He is cannon fodder, and Jackson can do whatever he wants.

"It's really irresponsible for that guy to entrust you with such a difficult task." Jackson challenged.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is Mo's trust in me, you don't fucking gossip here!" Reid suddenly yelled.

"Hmph, another uneducated young man."

No matter how you say it, Reid has the stature and strength of a striker, which is not the same as Mo Mengchen. It is quite difficult for Jackson to push him up.

This attack came to nothing.

The Pacers made a shot at the buzzer and missed. Mo Mengchen took off the rebound and led the crowd to counterattack like a bull in heat.

"Damn it, return to defense!"

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball, the Pistons had a complete defensive formation, and it was useless to take advantage of the situation to complete a counterattack, unless...
Jackson stood outside the three-point line, but Mo Mengchen stopped two meters outside the three-point line, received the ball, and pulled up.
"Oh No!"

The fingers are like the muzzle of a gun, pointing directly at the basket.

"Shh!"

"Dor.Mo suddenly shot coldly and shot straight into the heart of Indiana. The Pacers requested a timeout!"

This shot stunned the audience. A reasonable person made an unreasonable attack, but he made it, and no one could say anything.

"If I vote like this, he will be scolded to death, right?" Houston muttered.

"Don't tell me you won't scold him for making such a vote?" Hill asked back.

Houston said: "If you put it in, you won't."

"Yes!" Hill snapped his fingers, "It won't work if you put it in."

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