You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 72
Hill was very violent tonight. He thought about dunking the ball when he got the ball. He has forgotten how good his skills are.

Once again, he ran into the penalty area after receiving a pass from Mo Mengchen, and after jumping up, he was about to dunk on Filton Spencer's head.

If Spencer hadn't gambled his fortune to pay for a foul, he would have done it again.

"Aggression, I never thought I'd see that in Grant."

"The good boy at Duke seems to be trying to prove something, but it's not working."

Only Mo Mengchen knew why Hill did this.

Before the start of the game, he missed 21 shots in a row during the warm-up. This also determined his offensive choice tonight. He will not shoot anywhere except the restricted area.

The tone of the Triangle Center Arena is like that of Salt Lake City, melancholy and low. It is no wonder that Jordan repeatedly injured them later.

With this kind of atmosphere that makes people want to be rude, who wouldn't want to make this group of noisy and boring perverts shut up obediently?
The bad touch is reflected in his free throws.

Hill has a 75% free throw percentage, but none of his two free throws were free throws, and the way of hitting the iron is different, one hits the left side and the other hits the right side.

It's like a guy who hasn't played in months and has no sense of shooting.

Jerry Sloan noticed this.

"Morris!"

Sloan called Maurice Chris, who was facing Hill.The latter turned around, only to see his coach yelling loudly: "Open the space, that Duke who came out wants him to shoot, let him shoot!"

"Yes!" Morris nodded vigorously.

coming!

Mo Mengchen saw the Jazz's off-the-ball pick-and-roll, which is exactly the same as the UCLA system, but there are some differences in the rules of the NBA and college leagues, and some tactics are generally different.

The Jazz's wing sharpshooter Hornacek asked for a cover in this situation, completely got rid of Alan Houston, appeared on the left three-point line, received the ball and made a three-pointer.

7 is better than 2
The Pistons got off to an ugly start.

"Come on, cheers!"

The team performed so well, and Larry Miller also had a bright face. In fact, the guests in the VIP box were not interested in the game at first, until the inconspicuous guy Dura Jr. said "Hill is awesome", everyone Then I turned my attention to the game.

"The Jazz played like this city, serious and organized," Poser laughed. "It's a good team."

"It's a really good team," even Miller admitted.

Since the NBA began to implement the lottery system, the Jazz have never gotten a lottery pick for so many years.

The team's internal and external dual-core for many years, one is the 84th pick in the first round (there were few teams in [-], which is not considered a lottery), and the other is the [-]th pick in the first round. With the old two mending, occupying a place in the West.

This is also a problem, there is a certain degree of competitiveness, but it cannot go further.

Therefore, they introduced sharpshooter Hornacek to fill in the outside shooting ability of the wing.

Their roster is finally coming together.

Tonight, Hill is not only incapable of shooting, he is also out of shape, and his shooting is unstable. He chooses to get stuck with his back and wants to use his body to force him.

Mo Mengchen lobbed the ball over, and the Jazz's double-team immediately let him know the dangers of life.

Hill protected the ball from being stolen, but he couldn't do anything. He vaguely saw Houston standing on the opposite bank, and wanted to pass the ball. As a result, he passed a pass that only the giant Glia could barely touch. ball.

"Grant made a mistake!"

"What's the matter? Top student, what's the matter with you?"

Morris of the Jazz is a typical villain who takes advantage of your illness to kill you, trailing behind Hill's ass, mocking and sarcastic.

"How much did Utah give you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"What?" Hill was taken aback.

Mo Mengchen said: "How much will they pay you to be an undercover agent? I will pay double."

"I'm just not in good shape, you don't have to hurt me so much." Hill was embarrassed, who doesn't have a bad state?

Why can't he understand me?

"Since you know your condition is not good, why do you have to bear so much? Do you think we are all trash? Can't do without you?"

Hill made an excuse for himself, but it also made Mo Mengchen's words more intense.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be conceited."

Hill didn't have the confidence to push back. His current performance is indeed the opponent's best sixth man.

"See there?"

"The Jazz are there 30% of the time every possession to screen there, and whoever they screen for, at least destroy their pass, hope your shit doesn't affect your pace."

Utah Shuangsha was still doing the pas de deux, but the tactics predicted by Mo Mengchen did not appear, and Ma Long stuck Thorpe behind Mo Mengchen.

Stockton collects the ball and makes what appears to be a half-hearted hit to the ground.

"You can't stop him."

As if to prove this point, Malone used his body to crush Thorpe, turned over and shot with straight arms, and then went in.

"Karl Malone is unstoppable tonight!"

"KM~~~!"

9 is better than 2
"Damn it, this rubbish stadium, this bunch of rubbish fans!" Houston cursed.

Mo Mengchen quickly crossed the half, wanting to counterattack, what kind of old fox is Stockton?It was impossible for him to succeed, using both hands and feet, leaving a scratch on Momeng's dusty arm, and then stopped him.

Dirty is definitely the most accurate evaluation of Stockton's defense.

If any team's starting guard has not been scratched by his salty pig hands, it can only show that the guard is too bad to let him "shoot."

Mo Mengchen and Houston settled in the frontcourt together. Although Hornacek retreated quickly, he did not form a matchup immediately.

Mo Mengchen would not let go of this kind of vacancy similar to the time difference. He has an excellent vision that is different from ordinary people, and he sees opportunities that others cannot see.

Therefore, at that moment, even the CIC king could not have imagined that the ball would be passed to him.

When the ball arrived, he had only one thought, and that was to shoot!

"Shh!"

The opening of Houston's outside line also relieved the urgent need for the Pistons.

"I told you not to fucking defend me!" Houston roared, waving his hands.

Hornacek was wronged by what he said. He defended well, but it was just a moment of negligence.

"That rookie is even sharper than I imagined." Sloan was also shocked by this scene. The gap, let alone Hornacek, even standing on the sidelines to observe, he didn't notice it. Only Mo Mengchen passed the ball. It was only when they realized that it was a dangerous pass that directly tore through the defense.

And that's not all.

"I warn you," Mo Mengchen said with a gloomy face, "if you dare to scratch me again with your dirty hand, I will make you lie down."

Stockton shook his hand.

After playing games for so many years, it was the first time he was threatened face to face like this, and the tone of the other party did not seem to be playing tricks at all.

That murderous appearance is definitely not a fake.

"John, do you want me to teach him a lesson for you?" Malone showed his iron elbow.

Stockton shook his head and said: "No, you are in excellent form tonight, don't waste this kind of thing."

Ma Long stared at Mo Mengchen: "That arrogant Australian, I really want to fuck his head!"

When the Pistons don't use the pick-and-roll system to create opportunities, it is often when Malone plays the smoothest.

Mo Mengchen hadn't studied Ma Long much before, he was not interested in softies, and suddenly he discovered that this softie was not an ordinary softie, he was a fighter among softies, you can't usually see him, you only know him at critical moments Soft batch.

Especially at this routine stage, he is as fierce as a tiger.

Thorpe was a poor stump in front of him. Malone held the ball at the free throw line this time and stepped past his defense line. During this time, he was fouled, scored a layup, and had to add a penalty.

The king of Salt Lake City showed off his terrifying muscles, declaring his strength to his opponent.

"You can't stop me! Whoever comes is the same! Come up if you are not afraid of death!" Ma Long shouted domineeringly.

Just before he served, Mo Mengchen stood at the top of the arc, and Thorpe took the initiative to approach him.

Now, Thorpe has developed the habit of going to Mo Mengchen for a small meeting as soon as the free throw time comes.

In the starting lineup, only he would do this. For some unknown reason, the others were coy, and none of them were willing to come.

"I can't guard against him!"

Thorpe was straightforward.

"Force him to the left side of the paint area," Mo Mengchen said.

"it is good."

"Shh!"

Malone added a penalty, 12 to 5.

Before crossing, Mo Mengchen had seen a set of weird pictures, Malone's shooting hotspots - left high post, right high post and free throw line position, all red.The position in the paint area, the right side is all red.On the left side, in the 1995-96 season, which is this season, only one shot was taken, and it was missed.

For a player with all-time scoring consistency, that's pretty incredible.

Mo Mengchen didn't believe that Malone wouldn't score in that position, but since he took so few shots there, there was always a reason.

But now, they are 7 points behind. Facing Malone's state, if no one stands up, it will definitely not work.

Someone is desperate.

"Momomomo!!!"

Houston ran and yelled, fearing that the opponent would not know that the tactics were on his side.

The strange thing is that Mo Mengchen's vision was clearly blocked by Spencer. He seemed not afraid of making mistakes, or didn't think he would make a mistake at all. A lob was directly behind Spencer, and Houston, who was high on the right, , the latter made an iconic mid-range shot.

12 is better than 7
"Haha~! Mo, you finally know the importance of me!" Houston laughed triumphantly.

At this time, Mo Mengchen was not in the mood to talk to him about this, and their opponents quickly attacked and killed them.

It doesn't matter if Ma Long can't keep this point, and another point that shouldn't be lost is also lost.

The route that Mo Mengchen told Hill.

The Jazz made an off-ball screen, and Hill did not expect that the executor would be his opponent-Morris passed through the screen of his teammates, penetrated the crowd, received the ball from the top of the arc, and shot from the three-point line.

"Shh!"

　Thank you Back Body Invincible, Poor Emperor, Fei Yi, and the roast chicken restaurant in Ximending for your rewards!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)