You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 74 I Don't Accept
Collins realized he had made a wrong substitution.

Before Mo Mengchen left the court, the situation was still under control. After he left the court, the Jazz quickly took the initiative in the game.

Whether it's to maintain the prestige of the head coach or other factors, Collins doesn't think he has anything wrong.

But this situation made his face very ugly.

In fact, Mo Mengchen also felt that what he did was right, he really should take a break.

Now he does not have the physical strength to play the whole game. If he drags his exhausted body to play the game, the risk of injury will be greatly increased.

It's just that he didn't expect the Jazz to play such a fierce offensive during this period of time.

51 is better than 36
With a 15-point advantage, for a veteran team like the Jazz, they are very good at keeping the lead, because they usually don't make any big mistakes.

During the time sitting off the court, Mo Mengchen also saw clearly the Jazz's formation on the court and why the damned Karl Malone was always missed.

"John Stockton is an old fox."

Mo Mengchen thought to himself, the Jazz used veteran Antoine Kyle as the starting point for several rounds of tactics. He played in the low post, but the other teammates would not stand still and watch him do it alone.

The Jazz's offensive system is a sophisticated machine, and the ball handler can only be regarded as a key point, not representative of the whole.

Kyle post-ups, Stockton will be able to cut inside, he's threatening inside, and the Pistons' defensive attention will be taken away -- yes, that's where it is.

In the confusion caused by Stockton's inward cut, Malone set up a screen with the people around him, and quickly slipped to the high position. If Kyle's low attack is not going well, he will pass the ball to Stockton. The latter does not stop for a moment after receiving the ball Throw it to Malone who is standing high and unguarded.

The mystery is here, but the crux comes from the Pistons themselves. They are not a well-trained defensive team.

The Pistons, who used to be proud of their defense, even the strongest defensive team in history, have now lost all their glorious traditions.

"Mo, I need you to take more shots from the outside." Collins is still relatively rigid. He hopes to open up space through three-pointers and let Hill conduct a single-point explosive attack.

With Hill's state tonight, let alone a single-point blast, he can't solve anyone's defense one-on-one.

"Mo, what are you thinking?" Houston asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "I have no idea."

No idea?Houston's eyes are as big as eggs, is that okay?The person with the most ideas in the team has no idea, did he raise his hands and surrender?

Second half

"After the half-time break, both sides should have made corresponding adjustments."

"There is nothing to adjust." Griffith maintained his usual bad face, "I am optimistic that the Jazz will win by a big score."

His partner felt more and more that this damn city had killed Griffith, and that only such a depressed city could do this to a passionate athlete who had dedicated his life to basketball.

"15 points difference, what do you want to do?" Thorpe asked.

Mo Mengchen took his serve: "Catch it back point by point."

Since Mo Mengchen only took one shot in the first half, Stockton was not very wary of his offense; because his offense on the left side was extremely rare this season, and his shooting percentage was also very low, Stockton deliberately let him go. Left side; since he has never made a mid-range shot, what Stockton has to guard against is his three-pointers and right-side breakthroughs.

His defense was so monotonous that Mo Mengchen suddenly changed direction like a gust of wind, and when he got rid of him with one step, he was still standing still.

"what happened?"

Mo Mengchen changed direction with his left hand, walked to the left, and passed Stockton in an instant. After passing, he immediately switched back to his right hand and broke into the restricted area of ​​the Jazz alone. The speed of his feet was not fast, but the rhythm was excellent. It was as dark as a cloud.

Mo Mengchen crossed his body and licked the backboard with the ball in his right hand.

"Shh!"

38 is better than 51
"Dor.Mo's breakthrough just now is really beautiful!"

Mo Mengchen made a rare one-on-one breakthrough and scored, even his teammates were impressed.

"Which hand did he score with just now?" Stockton asked Malone.

"The right hand!" Ma Long said, "It must be!"

This made Stockton puzzled, because he clearly saw that Mo Mengchen turned behind him like a left-handed lightning, and he was really unprepared. Such agility made him think that the scout report appeared There was a problem, only to be told by Malone that he ended the offense with his right hand.

Explain what?His left hand can dribble, but not attack?
But his left hand seems to be better than his right.

Stockton's mind was in turmoil.

The game continued, and Mo Mengchen pressed Stockton close to him. At the same time, the finger of his other hand pointed to the middle, which was the position of the free throw line.

In the African grasslands, in order to quietly approach the prey, the predators there are willing to crawl for several hours. Even when they are in the hunting position, they are willing to spend more time waiting for the prey to lower their vigilance. At this time, Hill is the scene On the Predator, he lowered his stance.

From childhood to adulthood, he was a genius and a proud son.

AUU, junior high school, high school, university, honor, praise, halo of genius, Jordan's successor, countless people believe that he is the next generation of superstars, and no one has ever treated him like Mo Mengchen.

The harsh mockery of that sentence really hurt his self-esteem.

"Damn guy, do you have any friends when you say such ugly words?"

Hill was thinking. At this moment, Mo Mengchen's defense forced Stockton to make a breakthrough to seek an opportunity. When he broke through, Hornacek suddenly slipped from the free throw line. It can be seen that Alan Houston has already Blocked by the rest of the Jazz.

Without Hill, this possession would have been another "why would the Pistons pass on this guy?" easy offense.

Stockton thought that everything was done well. This tactic was tried and tested against the Pistons in the first half, and now it is done again, but the terminator has changed from Malone to Hornacek, who has a longer range.

"NO!"

Hornacek called out.

Duke's Condor burst from the left, savagely grabbed the basketball, turned and rushed to the frontcourt.

No one can stop him!

Run, Grant Hill!

"The devil from Duke vented his anger at the rim all night!"

Stockton gasped.What went wrong?It doesn't make sense, the Pistons couldn't do anything about this tactic in the first half, and just now, not only Hill judged his pass, but even Chris Morris, who was picking and rolling for Hornacek, was facing Houston. .

Extremely fast and precise rotation.

"Okay! That's it!"

The performance of the Pistons gradually made Collins forget what he arranged in the midfield, and he didn't know what happened on the court.

It just feels like they are playing smarter.

"Is that what you mean by chasing every penny?" Thorpe asked.

"Get ready, Malone is coming to single you."

Mo Mengchen was not in the mood to chat with Thorpe.

Just as Thorpe was about to ask why, Ma Long grabbed him hard with an iron elbow.

"You can't guard me, Otis! You can't guard!" Marlon yelled.

As far as the regular season is concerned, Malone can be said to be the number one power forward in history.

No power forward has his power in the regular season. Thorpe defends with all his heart, but he can't resist, and it's too late to double-team. He handles the offense very quickly, exerts his strength to hold the confrontation, sits on his buttocks, turns over and straightens his arms vote, enter.

Malone's 24th point tonight poured a basin of cold water on the Pistons.

That's what the Pistons are missing.

Even Hill couldn't stand up and score at this moment.

"We're missing a Karl Malone," assistant coach John Cerra said.

Joe Lynch snorted softly: "I don't think that superficial tough guy who is always invisible at critical moments is so indispensable."

"Dor.Mo broke in again!"

The work usually done by Hill fell to Mo Mengchen today. For those who are used to watching Pistons games, this is very strange and surprising.

Most of the time, Mo Mengchen's performance was tepid, and the points he got were always taken for granted. Looking at the statistics after the game, he was not the most eye-catching one, but tonight, he stood out.

Like the game against the Pacers.

Ma Long's steel body was right in front of him, and Mo Mengchen didn't intend to retreat. He bumped into it, causing a foul and throwing the ball.

"Beep!"

The referee determined that Malone's foul was before the attack, so the goal was invalid.

"Damn it! Did you make a mistake?" Houston was about to get mad.

"Shut up!"

"I"

Huston and Mo Mengchen's eyes met, and the momentum lost a point.

"I want to take back my previous evaluation. The Australian rookie of the Pistons is a good player," Griffith said. "In my opinion, he is more responsible than Grant Hill."

There are more and more praises, and for the parties involved, these voices are no different from booing and mocking.

Especially when they were behind by so many points, this kind of praise was more like consolation for the losers, and Mo Mengchen would not accept it.

Mo Mengchen walked to Hill's side: "I will pass the ball with my eyes closed later, you just need to run in to catch the ball and dunk."

"It's crazy!" Hill didn't care about Griffith's evaluation.

Like Mo Mengchen, he only cares about the outcome of this match.

"Yes, they don't believe that we will do this either, I will pass the ball, you'd better dunk it in!" Mo Mengchen said.

After finishing speaking, Mo Mengchen retreated out of bounds.

As soon as the referee got the ball and his teammates hadn't moved, he threw it directly at the edge of the backboard.

A black shadow rushed into the arena.

"It's Grant Hill!"

"OH NO! He's going to dunk directly!"

There was a shocking exclamation, Hill tearing the palm of the basket, roaring heartily, Mo Mengchen expressionless, and the audience in shock, they knew what had just happened.

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