You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1090 Define Greatness
define greatness
The last person to congratulate Mo Mengchen was Gary Payton.

After tonight, Payton's dream of being a champion will come to an end. Unless he is willing to fight with the man in front of him and fill up his basic salary with the Pistons, he will have no hope of winning the championship, and he will only have to retire in the offseason.

Until the end, Mo Mengchen couldn't break Peyton's other front tooth, but he had made threats many years ago.

You know, Dor. Mo is the one who keeps his promises.

So now he was looking at Peyton and thinking seriously—if he did it suddenly now, could he break his front teeth all at once?
"Congratulations, you bloody bastard," Peyton said.

Mo Mengchen gave up that plan, he said: "Don't expect me to shake hands and hug you."

Peyton walked past him with a sneer, pretending to be dismissive even though he was in great pain.

"If I were ten years younger, I would have beaten you to death!"

"If I were ten years younger, your other front tooth would be gone."

Peyton stopped in his tracks.

He couldn't help licking his gold tooth with his tongue. Whenever he thought of it, licked this tooth with his tongue, saw this denture with a different color in the mirror, or encountered "Is this tooth swollen?" "Jiangzi", his hatred for Mo Mengchen will increase exponentially.

It's just that after tonight, he may not have the chance to ask the other party to collect debts.

"Dor. Mo." Peyton said without looking back, "Goodbye."

Just like that, Mo Mengchen greeted his enemies and teammates, accepted interviews from the media, and entered the player tunnel with Hill.

Every time they passed by this passage intersection before, they would feel the great malice from the fans at the scene.

It was an ability to challenge the royal power, extremely ambitious, and an urgent desire to let the Pistons abdicate immediately.

Tonight, their dreams are shattered.

Just like the Trail Blazers, Lakers, Kings, and Spurs back then.

Just like the Knicks, Pacers, 76ers, and Cavaliers.

Just like those western powerhouses who were defeated by teams from the same division on the way to the finals before they had time to stand on the highest stage.

Once dilapidated, look forward to the coming year.

"Although the game here is over, there is still one more." Hill said with lingering fear.

This is an overtime game that is played every year after the final game.

Mo Mengchen said: "The firepower of the two of us is definitely not comparable to the others."

Hill knew he had a plan: "What do you think?"

Mo Mengchen smiled lightly, "Of course I have a plan."

"talk."

Isn't that what I'm going to say?
"The two of us focused our fire on the first guy who fired at us, and I bet ten dollars that it was Eddie."

Then they opened the locker room door and the first person to spray champagne shots at them was Jerome Williams.

Hill yelled angrily: "I believe in your ghost!"

They expressed their disappointment with this unruly old player, so they grabbed the champagne that had been placed on the ground and shot at the garbage dog together.

Because the person who opened fire on them was so unexpected, Dor. Mo didn't notice that my dear mother was severely frightened and violent.

That's right, the elegant and easy-going Duke student has turned into a middle-aged man full of rough words after living in the hospital for more than half a year.

Mo Mengchen and Hill were first baptized with champagne from their teammates and then counterattacked. Finally, they sprayed champagne at each other.

The two bathed in champagne, releasing all the stress of the year.

Now, they officially tied the Celtics' eighth consecutive championship.

Everything from now on will be a new history.

After the crazy celebration, the locker room returned to calm.

Frauses was also one of the targets of the players' fire. He was sure that the deep black suit he was wearing had been destroyed.

Although this dress is one of his favorites, and his coaching win rate in this dress is quite high, but on this night, it was difficult for him to vent his anger on the players, so he had to continue to wear a familiar smile, giving people no danger at all. Sense, in fact, I have already written down the names of the players who attacked him in my heart, and I will settle accounts with them when the next season starts.

"We all put on our clothes and we're going back to the game to win our eighth trophy in front of 2 boos," Frouses said.

The locker room shouted again.

It has been a long time since the Pistons have been so excited about "a championship trophy".

All teammates know the significance of this trophy is extraordinary.

This is a championship that tied the ancient Celtics' consecutive championship record;
This is the championship they won when Mo Mengchen was unable to exert his strength due to injury;
This is a championship won by those players who are known as the future of the Pistons by virtue of their own strength;
Starting today, they will no longer be called the future.

The future that people talked about back then is no longer illusory and uncertain.

The future is tonight, the future is now, the future is here.

The young people excitedly put on their championship uniforms and rushed out of the locker room as if they had won the championship for the first time.

Older people move slower, especially Mo Mengchen, who is not very convenient to move.

He could get dressed in ten seconds, but he didn't do that, as if to prolong the time, his movements were terribly slow.

"Grandpa, do you want me to help you?" Hill teased.

Mo Mengchen glanced lightly, and advised: "I hope you look at yourself in the mirror, and you will see an ugly skeleton inside."

Hill is indeed very thin now, 203 centimeters but only 90 kilograms in weight, and the muscle loss is serious, and his body looks loose, like a middle-aged man whose body has been corroded by alcohol.

Hill has accepted his image, so even if wearing this championship short sleeve will let the world know how thin his body has become, he doesn't care.

There is only one thing that Hill cares about.

"I want to ask you a question, and you must answer me."

"Don't worry, if you have a ligation operation next time, I will do it for you myself, and I will definitely not let you suffer this pain again."

"Who told you this!?"

This guy's angry face was very much like a middle-aged woman who came to her aunt and menopausal at the same time.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Then what are you asking, grandma?"

Hill told himself to be calm, this kind of thing can only be asked now.If you ask again in the future, it won't be such a good atmosphere.

But he doubts whether the atmosphere is good enough?Because the damned Mo Mengchen seemed to have returned to the old bastard who wanted him to chew on his flesh and spit on his face.

"Speak the truth."

Why does this middle-aged menopausal woman with a handle think that I am not serious?

"You said."

Hill looked at him and stared into his eyes, as if to make sure that Mo Mengchen would not lie—if Mo Mengchen really wanted to lie, he could do nothing—when he saw Mo Mengchen almost thought it was a guy who had been hiding for many years When he couldn't help but confess his true feelings to him, he said, "Why didn't you hide that night."

Mo Mengchen said: "Because I can't escape."

Herein lies the problem.

"You said you couldn't dodge, but you didn't say you couldn't dodge." Hill asked, "Why didn't you dodge?"

Mo Mengchen was facing Grant Hill's righteous eyes, did he really think that this look alone would make him submit?
"Of course it's for tonight's game. You see, if I don't sacrifice myself, I won't be able to quit the battle. We don't know if these young people are really reliable. Can we safely let them take over—you Do you really think I would say that?" Mo Mengchen suddenly changed his tone and said sarcastically, "Let these brats go to fucking Naismith!"

Hill laughed as he listened.

Based on his understanding of Mo Mengchen, this bastard usually speaks the truth while laughing and cursing.

"Yeah, let them go to hell." Hill also imitated Mo Mengchen's words, "At the end of the game, they didn't throw me up? I'm much lighter than you now, okay?"

"These people have already forgotten how my mother usually takes care of them!"

Disgusting, this man.

Mo Mengchen walked out of the locker room before being disgusted by Hill and vomited, and joined his teammates in the player tunnel. Although this group of people had been so complacent that they imagined nine consecutive championships, they still knew who the boss was.

At such a sacred moment, they must be led by the real boss.

It has been like this for many years.

"Eddie, Melo." Mo Mengchen said, "Tonight, you take the lead."

Not waiting for them to refuse or anything else, Mo Mengchen said: "My feet hurt so much, I can't run anymore."

The two looked at each other, and without further words, followed Mo Mengchen's instructions, and ran out of the player tunnel together.

A championship won by young people, led by young people.

Mo Mengchen and Hill were at the back of the line.

The stage belonging to the championship has been set up, and Stern walked onto the stage sleepily. He always thought that the Pistons dynasty would end tonight, but unfortunately, this team is an unbeatable cockroach.

After a while of generous speeches, Stern put the O'Brien Cup into the hands of Frauses.

Standing beside Frauses were Mo Mengchen and Hill, surrounded by the trophy.

Then came the Finals MVP.

In fact, there is no suspense. Even if Mo Mengchen only scored 10 points in the tiebreaker, his average per game is still 34 points, 7 rebounds and 7 assists.

The most valuable player in the finals, there is no suspense.

场均27+7+5的安东尼以及场均21+11+3+3的库里将莫蒙尘轻轻地推到最前面。

"For 12 years, you have overcome the hardships that fate has given you."

"You are the role model and benchmark for all players."

"You redefine greatness."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the MVP of the 2005-2006 NBA Finals, the recipient of the Bill Russell Trophy is - Dor. Mo!"

Mo Mengchen won his seventh FMVP, but the unwilling fans did not boo him.

The cheers were extremely enthusiastic.

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

"Even the fans who hated him so much couldn't help it at the moment."

"The longing for and surrender to greatness is written into our genes."

"Dor. Mo tonight activated this gene."

　Starting tomorrow, Anthony's column will be one chapter a day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)