You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 908 Collins' Plot
时间：2002年6月14日晚上21：00。

Location: Sleep Train Arena, Sacramento, California.

Background: "I've had enough of getting my ass kicked by Dor.Mo!"

Shortly after the 42nd massacre night, an intriguing rumor appeared in the rumor zone.

"Doug Collins raged after the game, lashed out at the team, and expressed his unshakable determination that he would never let Dor.Mo ride on them again."

After hearing the news, the Los Angeles media, whose backyard was already on fire, certainly would not let go of the opportunity to molest the brother cities in the California region: "The Lakers are willing to exchange this year's first-round pick for a plan to restrict Dor.Mo."

Since then, major cities have been affected by rumors, citing remarks that may not exist, and then engaging in blatant molestation.

In just a few days, the news spread everywhere. Even if Collins wanted to deny it now, no one would believe it.

The two sides drew in the first four games, and each lost a home game. The battle of Tianwangshan is coming soon. This is the last home game of the Kings, and they must win.

To this end, the Kings made all the preparations.

Before the game, the king's bosses, the Maruf Brothers, imitated Qian Gu's leapfrog command, came to the frontline locker room, and made a promise: "If you win tonight's game, the prize money for the playoffs will be tripled!"

The players were overjoyed when they heard the news, and they shouted long live the boss. If it wasn't for the fact that the man and the man were not intimate, maybe the Maruf brothers knew what fractured love is.

That night, the Sleep Train Arena was packed with fans.

After the Pistons entered, they enjoyed boos of the highest standard.

The deafening boos lasted 15 minutes, and they would have lasted longer if they hadn't had to switch to cheers to welcome the Kings into the game.

What's funny is that because the boos were too hard, when welcoming the Kings, the momentum was obviously not as loud as "welcoming" the Pistons.

The Maloof brothers were sitting on the sidelines, and next to them were the team's general manager Geoff Petrie, several celebrities whose jerseys had been retired by the team, and a wealthy local businessman from Sacramento specially invited by the Maloof brothers.

To the disappointment of the Marouf brothers, most of the gang came for Dor.Mo.

In their eyes, Dor.Mo is not only a player, but also an important businessman.

Google, YouTube, must die. He has deployed on the Internet before the new century, and now the Internet is developing rapidly. The Internet business he bought at a low price or vigorously developed at the beginning has multiplied by hundreds of thousands of times. The annual advertising alone The income is enough to compare with the worth of some wealthy businessmen who came to the scene tonight.

This kind of guy actually puts such a huge fortune aside and sweats on the court all day long?What the hell.

During the warm-up at the beginning, Mo Mengchen kept looking at the opposite side, which was the king's coach's bench.

"What are you looking at?" Hill asked.

"Out of politeness, I should go and say hello." Mo Mengchen said.

May I ask?Hill smiled wryly, he didn't understand others, how could he not understand Mo Mengchen?If this guy really walked over, it was definitely more than just saying hello.

The game was about to start, and Hill didn't want to cause any complications, and he didn't want Mo Mengchen to provoke Collins, but when he didn't pay attention, people slipped away from him.

"You stop!"

Dor.Mo walked faster and faster.

Hill couldn't keep people at all, and could only watch him walk to the King's bench.

Seeing Mo Mengchen, Collins was puzzled, but he could roughly guess his intentions. The rumors about him were all over the sky. Although they were basically true, he would never admit it in person. If Mo Mengchen pressed him, he could still use this Make fun of the narrow-mindedness of this hypocritical Aussie.

"Mo, what's the matter?" The iconic hypocritical smile, was it the same face that Hill was fooled into when he was injured in the game?
"It's nothing important. For the sake of your reputation, I have to clarify one thing."

Mo Mengchen said loudly in front of the King's coaching staff and their players.

Collins' face changed, what does this guy want to do?
Clarify rumors?Mo Mengchen would never be so kind.

The mentoring relationship between him and Mo Mengchen had already been severed when he was kicked out of the Pistons, and what they left behind for each other was only hatred and endless ill feelings.

"Oh?" Collins wondered what he was trying to clarify.

"I swear in the name of my parents," Mo Mengchen said, "I swear in the name of Dor.Mo, I never kicked Doug's ass."

Everyone's faces changed.

"Watching him get out of Detroit is gratifying, why should I beat the dog in the water?" Mo Mengchen ignored Collins, whose face quickly turned black, and asked McGrady and Nowitzki, who were dumbfounded, "I think, you Wouldn't you stretch your legs at the dead dog on the side of the road?"

How dare they answer?

Collins couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor at all, and was about to yell at him, but Mo Mengchen turned around without looking back: "The clarification is over, coach, you are welcome."

"This shameless villain!" Collins was furious. In front of the public, he rarely managed his expression well. The surrounding reporters took pictures of his frantic scenes. These photos will cause widespread speculation after the game.

What the hell did Dor.Mo say to Doug Collins?
This question will go on forever.

But neither the fans nor the media will get an answer.

Dor.Mo will do what he says, and he will not beat the dog in the water, and Collins will not expose his shortcomings.

Collins was so angry that Mo Mengchen lost his mind, he called Bowen, this is a matchup that had been decided long ago: "I want you to match up with Dor.Mo, do you know what this means?"

Means I will be sad.

Bowen was ready to face any disaster: "I know, I will do my best to defend as you ordered."

"No, I allow you to play freely, as long as it is for victory!" Collins gritted his teeth and stared at Mo Mengchen in the distance, "Everything is just, let alone dealing with such a turtle bastard who deserves a thousand knives!"

Bowen is not an idiot, and he understood the hints in Collins' words immediately after being mixed up from the bottom.

But they have all experienced Mo Mengchen's tricks, and Bowen's tricks can't be used in front of him at all.

No, let alone using it, every time Bowen had a bad intention towards Mo Mengchen, it would be regarded as a counterattack, and the referee didn't notice it, but he was forced to counterattack violently without the strength to fight back.

Thinking about the horrible accidents that happened to him, Bowen felt chills.

"Did you hear that?" Collins asked repeatedly.

Bowen seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and replied: "I heard it."

"Go, no one knows how good you are than me, Bruce, your performance deserves a big contract." Collins said leisurely, "Our boss's boss is here tonight, I know you deserve a big contract , but the boss doesn’t know, you have to show it.”

Relying on orders alone may not be enough, but there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, let alone Bowen, who was not drafted?

He looked at Collins with fiery eyes: "I will prove that I am worthy of a big contract!"

Collins looked at the elegant face with a cold and sinister smile: "Go, the 20000 fans in the Sleep Train Arena are watching you!"

Command, lure, reward.

Collins is well versed in the psychology of players. He is indeed not a head coach proficient in tactics, but he is good at grasping people's hearts. He knows that Bowen will do whatever it takes to get appreciation.

Collins not only wants the team to win the match point tonight, he also wants to see what happened to Mo Mengchen that countless people don't want to see, but there must be a large number of people who will pat their thighs and lament the tragedy of God's eyes opening like him.

Players from both sides play separately.

This is the fifth game of the finals. The Pistons still have the original five players, and the Kings also have the original five players. The two sides have not changed.

The referee threw the ball.

Curry takes off as usual, but the ball is clearly tilted to Divac's position, and his long arms are not useful.

The Kings won the opening ball for the first time in the finals.

Like the Pistons, they like to grab the start. When they get the ball, McGrady immediately dribbles forward. Hill's defense just arrived, and he opened his hand to change direction.

In the blink of an eye, McGrady hit the basket and scored a slam dunk.

2 is better than 0
"That's it!" The Maruf brothers cheered in unison.

Curry picked up the ball and sent it out.

Mo Mengchen said, "Play a pick-and-roll with me."

Curry responded.

They went to the frontcourt together, and then, Bowen took the initiative to find Mo Mengchen, and Curry was stunned on the spot.

Seeing such a big surprise, Mo Mengchen couldn't help but look at Collins on the sidelines, he was smiling.

This smile is like saying: Are you satisfied with the surprise I prepared?

"Bruce Bowen on Dor.Mo? That's a bold switch."

"Every team will put the best defender on Dor.Mo, and defending Dor.Mo is equivalent to defending 50% of the Pistons!"

Curry noticed that Mo Mengchen's eyes hinted that the original pick-and-roll offense had become a more delicate high-position hand-to-hand cooperation.

Mo Mengchen first passed the ball to his side and ran past using his body as a cover.

But, not far away, Mo Mengchen ran back, turned around suddenly, sped up and threw the ball away, from the hand-to-hand pass position, got the ball back from Curry, and then used Curry's body to block Bowen behind him , Bullying Divac couldn't get out of the defense, and shot a three-pointer from the top of the arc.

3 is better than 2
"Did your IQ fall out together with your hair?" Mo Mengchen asked leisurely, and by the way, he turned to Collins who brought him to the Pistons, "Doug, why didn't anyone defend me just now?"

Collins clenched his fists. He couldn't reprimand Bowen for this defense, so he had to hold back and continue to watch the game.

The Kings kept the essence of the eight-second offense firmly, not sticking to tactics. McGrady came out again, made a strong breakthrough, and gave Nowitzki a high shot from the right wing of the German.

Exactly eight seconds.

4 is better than 3
A good feel is the foundation of success.

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PS: Someone asked me if I was interested in writing a novel about the Lakers as the home team in "The Great God Says".Actually, I had the idea before that happened.Now it is not so sure. Perhaps in the future, books about the Lakers will spring up like mushrooms. If there are too many people who write about it, then my book will not be bad.All I can do now is wait and see. I still have two books to write, and it will be half a year before I think about new books.The friend who invited me to answer on "Great God Says" will be considered as an answer here, because I am from Hu Jian, and my Mandarin is not standard, so I won't reply to you.

(End of this chapter)