You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1088 Daddy, Please Witness!

When the final whistle sounded in the third quarter, the [-] crowd at Target Center cheered in unison.

They have reason to be happy.

From the first round of the game, the Timberwolves were in the lead. The Pistons chased the point difference to 6 points at most, and fell behind by 15 points at most.

Tonight, after three quarters, the Timberwolves are 84 to 70, leading the Pistons by 14 points.

Mark Jackson said: "As long as the Timberwolves persist for another 12 minutes, they can end the reign of the Pistons dynasty and start a new era!"

"Dor.Mo's performance is sluggish due to injury, but the Timberwolves are extremely strong. Even without Bruce Bowen, they still have a chance to beat the Pistons and create their own era!"

The ratings of this game are just like the atmosphere of the scene, enthusiastic, excited, and high.

The dominance of the Pistons may be ended, and whether it is a basketball fan or not, they all want to witness this moment.

Therefore, the ratings of this game surpassed the tiebreaker between the Pistons and the Lakers in 2001 and the fifth game between the Pistons and the KK Lakers in 2004, bringing the NBA's single game ratings record to a new peak.

Whether the myth continues or the legend ends, most people like to follow suit and join in the fun.

Mo Mengchen played 24 minutes in three quarters and scored 10 points, 6 rebounds and 5 assists.

If he wasn't for Dor.Mo, those numbers would be good for most non-star starting guards.

But who made him Dor.Mo?
He didn't use one foot to score 25 points in a miraculous single quarter like the legendary smiling assassin in the history of the Pistons.

Trailing by 14 points with the last quarter remaining, it will be difficult to come back on the road.

But not impossible.

If Mo Mengchen is healthy, let alone 14 points, it will be 20 points. Pistons fans are also confident.

Only tonight, God seems to have the heart to see the Pistons fail. They took away Dor.Mo, who has repeatedly saved the team at critical moments in the past 11 years, and put the success or failure of the finals, the survival of the dynasty, and all hopes, on young people.

Frouseth looked at Mo Mengchen who was walking off the field slowly, and he could see that the torment of his knee injury had exhausted him.

—— "Mo, are you going to play tonight?"

When Mo Mengchen and Hill suddenly appeared in his office today, he asked this question.In fact, he wanted to hear a negative answer from Mo Mengchen, but he didn't.

Neither a yes nor a no answer.

"I will fight," Mo Mengchen said, "for three quarters."

Frauses didn't understand at the time: "Why?"

"I'm worried." Mo Mengchen finally said.

——So, until now, can Mo Mengchen feel at ease with young people?

With 14 points behind, only the last quarter is left, the crucial quarter of life and death, can he really entrust the game with confidence?
Mo Mengchen patted his chest: "Relax, Adam."

Frauses stood still, and now he was going to hand over the coaching work to Mo Mengchen, which was an agreement between them.

As a head coach, it is risky to suddenly hand over the coaching power.This year is his first year coaching the Pistons. If the Pistons dynasty ends in his hands, he will be responsible. Even if the key factor that caused the team to lose is not him, others will blame him.

He is the coach, how to give command to the players?

Mo Mengchen walked slowly in front of his teammates, and everyone looked at him.

"In the fourth quarter, I won't play."

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, the expressions of everyone changed, most of them were shocked, a few were relieved, and only Curry was full of confusion.

"Why?" Curry asked, "Dad, you can still fight! Even if you can't attack, your experience and your command ability can bring us a lot of help."

Mo Mengchen interrupted him.

"You want to know why? Of course, I will tell you." Mo Mengchen said, "Because I injured my meniscus in the collision with Bruce Bowen in Game5, if it weren't for you idiots, I lost the sixth field, I will not come back at all!"

Hearing this, everyone's faces were dull.

"I thought I was a superman, but I'm not." The severe pain was tormenting him, and in front of these young people, Mo Mengchen forced himself to show an indomitable fortitude. "I'm in terrible pain, I can't attack or defend, I can't play anymore, and I can only rely on you next."

Without Dor.Mo, is there any hope for them?

The young man feels lost and acts as if he has lost hope.

"Listen to me." Mo Mengchen said after a pause, "There is an unspoken rule in the hospital: Never treat your own family members."

Mo Mengchen smiled faintly: "It's easier said than done, in the end we will all see a doctor for our family members, even if they just have some minor illnesses."

"There are extreme situations, like right now, where I have no choice and you are the only ones who can help me. Sadly, when my family is involved in a car accident, I have to hand over my family to inexperienced doctors. You are I'm lucky and I'm lucky because there's no one better suited than you to save this game, save me. You've got a lot of experience, you've won a lot of battles, and now you have a chance to save me, but I don't have a chance to save my family , I envy you guys. So don't waste time doubting yourself, you know what to do, I trust you."

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, the referee came over to remind them to prepare to play.

"Any questions?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Anthony asked, "Who's playing for you?"

Mo Mengchen's eyes fell on Prince: "Tyshawn, come here."

Having said that, Mo Mengchen's teammates stood up together.

Curry was the last to enter the court, and he glanced at Mo Mengchen.

"Eddie, do you know who you are?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Curry shook his head slightly.

"Then find the answer on the field."

After finishing speaking, Mo Mengchen sat down slowly.

Hill witnessed all the stories that happened during the intermission. Mo Mengchen had never been so approachable, and he found that he might not know his old partner who had fought side by side for 12 years so well.

"Do you really trust them?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen sat on his seat safely: "Of course."

"Although Dor.Mo's combat power is not as good as before, he can really boost the morale of the whole team. If he can't play, the Pistons will never come back."

"I believe that Dor.Mo wants to play more than anyone else. If he doesn't play, he must be unable to play. It seems that his injury is more serious than we thought."

The commentary was talking about Mo Mengchen's injury, and the fourth quarter began.

Whether Mo Mengchen fights or not, the Timberwolves will play step by step. They are determined to win this campaign and usher in a new era.

O'Neal raised his hand high, asking James to pass the ball, and he wanted to beat Curry hard.

O'Neal received the ball and he went all out to attack.

The shark slammed into Curry's body, and what was amazing was that what he thought of was not how to stop the shark's attack, but the question Mo Mengchen asked him during the intermission-"So, I want to ask, who are you ?”

Obviously, everyone knows I'm Eddie Curry, so who is Eddie Curry?
Talented high school student?

Dor. Mo's sheltered child?
A coward who can't stand sharks at all?
Countless questions were intertwined in Curry's mind, and the shark knocked him to the ground hard.

"Beep!"

"It turned out to be an offensive foul!"

There were a lot of boos at the scene, and Curry was suspected of diving.

Curry didn't pay attention to defense at all just now. He was wandering, thinking about things that were completely irrelevant to the game.

"Good job, Eddie." Ginobili tossed him the ball.

Curry sent the ball, ran to the frontcourt, and played a pick-and-roll for Ginobili at the top of the arc.

The Argentine took advantage of the trend to break through, and the Sharks were in a difficult situation. He could neither let go of Curry nor ignore Ginobili. Although he is an adult, this is a multiple-choice question that cannot be selected.

O'Neal, who couldn't make a choice, didn't care about anyone. Ginobili disrupted the Timberwolves' defense, passed the ball, and Curry made a three-pointer from outside the top of the arc.

73 is better than 84
"Eddie Curry's three-point shot, he's pretty well rounded."

Curry ran back and looked at Mo Mengchen. No one knew what energy could be conveyed when the four eyes met.

I'm Eddie Curry, a talented high school student, the best center in the league, and, without a doubt, the future of the Pistons!
James dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, broke through vertically, and completely penetrated the first line of defense on the outside. Anthony and Ginobili had no time to make up, and he was about to attack.

The audience at the scene cheered, because the little emperor's attack was unstoppable, and no one believed that he would be blocked until James jumped up——as a result, someone was determined to stop him!

The future of the Pistons——Eddie Curry yelled, jumped out from the side, with an astonishing height, pressed his hands, and ruthlessly blocked the dunk of the Chosen One.

It's not over yet!

The ball should have gone out of bounds, and the Timberwolves will serve again. Ginobili doesn't want it to end there. If such a blockbuster can be used to score counterattacks, it will be a blow to the Timberwolves' morale. incalculable.He jumped forward, regardless of his own safety, held the ball that had flown out of bounds with one hand, turned his right hand over, and hooked the ball forward, because he knew that their Mr. Bitter Gourd, Carmelo Anthony, was ready!

oh~~~

The audience howled!
The fans at Target Center followed Ginobili's stunning flying save and turned their eyes to the frontcourt-Anthony received the pass.

The front is open, and there is no one a few meters behind him. At the best performance moment, he presented a ferocious one-handed tomahawk buckle.

75 is better than 84
"The point difference has shrunk to single digits!"

"It seems that the outcome of this game is far from settled!"

Curry stood under the basket, staring at O'Neal in front of him with piercing eyes.

I am Eddie Curry, with the future of the Pistons on my shoulders, and the mission and responsibility to continue the dynasty.

I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders!
O'Neal was determined to smash Curry's defense, and he continued to ask for a position.

"One day we have to learn to grow up alone, we have to understand why we will live and die in this life."

This is what Mo Mengchen said to him the night his mother died.

O'Neal's back attack was so powerful that he could hardly stop it.

"Every day from now on."

There was a shout around him, the echo of blood and fire.

"You have to be like this now."

No moment can compare to this moment. This is the most important moment in Eddie Curry's life.

"Learn to take responsibility and be brave to take responsibility"

We must hold on and not let the team fall.

"Be a man, can you promise me?"

Gotta be a real man, daddy is watching me from the sidelines!
When you know who you really are, you feel a constant energizing serenity.

You could call it joy, because joy is exactly that feeling, vivid vibrant serenity.It is the joy of knowing that you are the essence of life, before life bears the burden of form.

This is the joy of being, this is the joy of being who you really are.

Eddie Curry felt the joy, his body exploded with boundless energy.He roared and screamed, and after being pushed away by the shark, he mustered up all his courage, and his young explosive power and bullet speed caught up with the shark's hook—"Eddie Curry blocked Shaquille O'Neal head-on! "

Anthony grabbed the defensive rebound, and the Pistons launched a fierce counterattack.

Curry stood under the basket like a Titan god. He turned around and looked at Mo Mengchen. He slowly raised his right hand. Like a pistol, he pointed at the center of his eyebrows and shouted loudly, "Dad, please witness!"

Hill's lips parted slightly. He had seen countless storms in his life, but none of them was so shocking.

Mo Mengchen looked at it calmly without changing his face.

When the Pistons' counterattack was successful, the point difference was narrowed to 7 points, and the Timberwolves were called out for a timeout.

The timeout ended, but the Pistons' defense was indescribably strong. The rotation of this group and the protection of the penalty area made the entire Timberwolves team misfire at the same time.

24 seconds offensive violation!
Anthony dribbles for a while and transfers the ball to Prince on the left.

Prince tried to break to the right, but the opponent's defense line was very tightly arranged, and the connection between each other was impeccable, and he could not find a suitable point of delivery.

Seeing this, Ginobili hurried to his side, and Prince handed over the ball and immediately turned his body into a pick-and-roll wall, helping to trap the defender.

As a result, Ginobili faced Payton-even at the age of 38, he is also the most difficult perimeter defender in the Timberwolves except Bowen.

Tactics are dead, there's nothing to do but heads-up - well.

Ginobili's body language seems to say so.What happened next on the defense will shame Payton.

Ginobili first made a fake move to the left with a step forward to collect the ball, and the perfect Bever shook Payton-the Argentine could have passed the glove that had been shaken directly with speed, but his breakthrough was halfway through. Suddenly to the right.Payton, who reacted, only said that he was not satisfied with two points and wanted to shoot a three-pointer. In desperation, he rushed forward at full speed.

Come on, come on, you rough dog.

Payton started at full speed and rushed forward, but it was a face-to-face. Ginobili's body rotated in the right direction at a speed unimaginable by ordinary people-"Wonderful turn!" The elegant and gorgeous movements passed by in a flash, but the moment Ginobili passed him, he exerted force with his left elbow and hit Payton's back with all his strength. Payton, who failed to pounce on the prey, was already a little unsteady This move of the Argentine made his direct and mother earth have a warm hug that made people feel distressed.

The moment Payton faced the ground, Ginobili made a layup.

"Gary Payton gave a big kiss to the floor of Target Center!"

As a result, Ginobili, who had completed a gorgeous positional attack, ran up to Mo Mengchen, like Curry, with a pistol-like finger pointing between his eyebrows: "Dad, we will definitely win the game for you, please witness!"

The beating pulse was pointing unmistakably to one thing: a dire change within the Pistons.

The young people are acutely aware that their time has come. The days when Dor.Mo and Grant Hill led the crowd will never return. From now on, they will be the heirs who will shoulder the dynasty forward.

No one noticed that the situation was getting out of control, and the successor of the Pistons dynasty dominated both offense and defense.

Half a minute later, it was Ginobili again.

Ginobili was forced to the left three-point line by the Timberwolves' defense, and Payton's defense was extremely aggressive.

Suddenly, Peyton saw Ginobili sneeringly, and was about to confront him to let him know how powerful he was, and his legs opened up a lot of space—sometimes whimsy and wonderful ideas appeared in an instant, and in a flash In the meantime, Ginobili bent his body as if to worship the opponent's defense, but in fact he used the space below his crotch to hit the ground and pass through the crotch.

"My God! How brave is this guy?!"

Annoyed, Payton wanted to pull Ginobili down. The moment he started, Ginobili threw the ball with his left hand, and the little prince followed up with a dunk.

Price, who had completed an alley-oop, made a silent "witness" to Mo Mengchen on the way back to defense.

This ball helped the Pistons to overtake the score and hit the Timberwolves' second timeout.

However, the result was doomed, and the imposing Pistons did not give the Timberwolves any room to fight back.

James' breakthrough was expected to break the Timberwolves' scoring drought, but Gerrard, who flew out of the sky, caught his pull-bar layup directly from the air. "Please Witness" is out!
Everyone does!
everyone!
Two minutes before the end, the Pistons' lead had reached double digits.

Anthony broke away from Kawhi's low post and slipped out of the right corner to get the ball outside the three-point line. James was glued to each other and stuck close to each other. No matter what he wanted to do, he had to solve the big trouble in front of him first.

Anthony stepped on the three-point line.

James' defense strives to be comprehensive and does not give any flaws. It seems perfect, but it is actually stupid. He is not an outstanding defender. To fight against an offensive superstar like Anthony, he can only attack in a targeted manner. How can it be possible to stare at people without any dead ends?

Anthony takes the ball, like a cobra that arches its upper body first when it is about to spray venom, but he holds the ball on his left waist and keeps testing his right foot towards the bottom corner.

Every step he takes is testing the opponent's heart. For an offensive kaleidoscope with a full set of skills, their tentative steps are far more powerful than changing directions that consume physical strength and time.

Anthony's tentative steps became more and more forceful, and the outrageous explosive force probably even made him think, "Should we just pass him in one breath?".

In the end, the steps that seemed to drive his body to the bottom corner destroyed James' defense. With a flash of his eyes, Anthony slapped the ball to the left, swayed out of his position, and then forcibly pulled up to make a shot.

Collecting the ball, jumping up, shooting, and landing, he quickly completed this set of movements, but the Chosen One just reached his belly button.

"Shh!"

Anthony stopped suddenly on his way back to defense, and solemnly compared to Mo Mengchen the hand gesture that appeared countless times in the fourth quarter, which belonged to Dor.Mo. In those well-known legendary stories, "Please witness" often means A legendary moment is about to be born.

But tonight started with Eddie Curry making the "witness" gesture to Mo Mengchen for the first time.

Every time a goal is scored, every block is blocked, every time, the person who has contributed a wonderful performance will say "please witness" to Mo Mengchen.

At this moment, Anthony looked at his leader with full emotion. He has admiration, fear, and disgust for this man. All kinds of complex emotions, if his legend is really coming to an end, then he, all of them Hope he has no regrets.

"Father, please witness!"

That's it, witness, you don't have to do anything, just be a witness for us!
Those youngsters you brought into the team with your own hands, those idiots you looked down on, repeatedly ravaged, and tortured countless times, those little ghosts who dare not breathe in front of you, seeing you like a mouse meeting a cat, they want to prove that they are worthy Everything you do!
Ten seconds before the end of the game, the ball was in Ginobili's hands, and the Pistons led the Timberwolves by 16 points. The suspense had long since disappeared.

"10!"

The entire audience has stood up.

"9!"

O'Neill looked at the scorer in dismay. He couldn't believe he had lost yet again.

"8!"

James looked around, this was his first trip to the finals, and he should be satisfied to be able to play against the Pistons like this, but why, he had a feeling that this might be the only chance in his life to beat Dor.Mo?
"7!"

The audience looked left and right, and something surreal happened in the fourth quarter.

"6!"

What could be more terrifying than this? Dor.Mo and Grant Hill are old, but the young Pistons look like they can continue to dominate the league for another decade!

"5!"

Adam Frauses breathed lightly, and he was relieved.

"4!"

Grant Hill looked at Dor.Mo excitedly, his trembling cheeks seemed to roar out "Did you see it?" countless times.

"3!"

Ginobili patted the ball, and suddenly, he turned around with Anthony, Prince, Gerrard, and Curry, facing Mo Mengchen and making gestures they made countless times tonight.

Please witness.

"2!"

Then, a smile appeared on Dor.Mo's face.

"!"

"Beep!"

"competition is over!"

"The Pistons defend their title again and achieve a great eighth consecutive championship!"

"No, greatness is no longer enough to describe eight consecutive championships, their achievements have surpassed greatness!"

"They are the myth of modern sports, but the myth did not end tonight!"

"The young people of the Pistons took over the torch of Dor.Mo and Grant Hill. The undefeated legend of the Pistons will continue in the future!"

The commentator shouted excitedly, obviously they were not optimistic about the Pistons at first, but now they have changed their faces.

The players on the court hug each other, but what about off the court?

Mo Mengchen and Hill stood up slowly, and they couldn't help looking at each other.

A few seconds later, the most successful duo in the history of the NBA hugged tightly, as if only in this way could they feel the greatness of each other and the brilliance of everything.

　If this chapter doesn't impress you, that's my failure.But please believe that I have tried my best to write out what I want to express.Normal update will resume tomorrow.

　　
　
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