You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 126
O'Neal was all-conquering in the interior, and the strange thing was that after the first half, the Magic were still 49 points behind 44-5.

O'Neal showed his prowess, 21 points and 11 rebounds in the halftime. For many insiders, such data can only be obtained after the end of the game, but it is easy for him.

Throughout the half, he played against every Pistons big man.

Opponents changed one after another, only one thing remained the same.

Every one, O'Neill can blow it up.

He blasted every opponent, but the point difference never narrowed.

"Bill, what do you think is the problem?" Turin asked.

Walton said with a smile: "If only the lions are capable of fighting, then they can't become the dreaded kings of the prairie. I mean, tonight's Magic team, it seems that only Shaq is playing. Everyone has become a spectator waving the flag and shouting."

"You mean, the Magic became a one-man team?"

"Yeah, Shaq has done everything he can for someone else's fault."

Force the Magic into a one-man team and keep O'Neal in a tough fight. That's exactly the Pistons' strategy, and they've done well so far.

"We can't expect Penny to be sluggish all night. You guys have to do something more. Shaq's physical strength will soon be overwhelmed. This is our chance!"

Collins yelled.

In the entire locker room, he was the only voice.

"Otis, how's your nose?"

Without Thorpe, Mo Mengchen has no bottom.

Although Thorpe is not the kind of superstar who can dominate both offense and defense, but as a blue-collar with championship experience and the ability to start any team, he is very important to the current Pistons.

Mo Mengchen is not only used to him at the basket, but also used to his pick-and-rolls and screens.

When he needs to score, he can also stand up and score a few points.

Such a good player is hard to come by, and it's no wonder that after he leaves, the Rockets' road to defending the title will be so difficult.

Thorpe said: "I will fight next time."

Next time?So what about the second half of tonight?
Mo Mengchen thought to himself.

On the first goal of the second half, after the pick-and-roll, Mo Mengchen passed Hardaway.

Hardaway's defense made him puzzled. He seemed to have received some instructions and no longer bothered about who to defend and who to deal with after the pick-and-roll.

He got a very sure instruction - no matter what, the man who defends you.

This made Hardaway's goal clear. Although he still struggled in the face of the pick-and-roll, it was better than the team becoming four defenses and five defenses after encountering the pick-and-roll.

This is not a good sign. Mo Mengchen broke through to the basket, attracted help defense, and then passed the ball to the high-post Mills in front of O'Neal.

Mills aimed at the basket and made a precise shot guidance.

51 is better than 44
"Damn, don't let them shoot!"

O'Neal yelled.

He is very dissatisfied with the Pistons' game strategy. What's the point of such a confrontation?Even if he dies inside, he must die on the outside. As a result, they actually sent two kites who like to shoot outside to fight against him.

It is difficult for O'Neal to deal with the game calmly, especially when the score is behind and he is not playing well.

But Hardaway, who was emotionally abnormal in the first half, suddenly fell silent.

without the ball?

Mo Mengchen found Hadaway running over empty-handed.

"The coach let me know that I should play in a different way, just wait and see." Hardaway's words lingered in Mo Mengchen's ears.

At this time, Hardaway's body flashed suddenly, and Mo Mengchen realized that it was a fake move, and he wanted to cut in. In an instant, Mo Mengchen felt his back was being held back, and looking back, it was Grant who helped Hardaway cover .

Facing Hardaway who cut in at full speed, Ratliff was unable to catch up.

Brian Shaw threw the ball into the air casually, and Hardaway jumped up with all his strength, grabbed the ball with one hand in the air, and hit the basket heavily.

"Penny~~~~Hardaway!"

"Penny!"

The audience roared Hardaway's nickname loudly, and the reaction caused by this buckle was not trivial.

For the Pistons, this is a very bad signal, and their opponents are very likely to take advantage of this dunk.

"Mo?"

Mo Mengchen raised his left hand and stretched out three fingers.

His teammates knew what it meant—a scalpel tactic.

"I take your opinion that even a player as good as me cannot be separated from his teammates, and you are right."

"is it?"

As soon as Mo Mengchen finished speaking, Mills stepped forward to pick and roll. At the same time, Hill and Houston ran alternately, and Mo Mengchen broke through, forming an X-line running chart on the field.

If you look closely, you can see that their positions are particularly interesting.

In an instant, three opportunities appeared.

The commotion caused by Mo Mengchen's breakthrough made Hill get a three-meter open space.

His open space is too big, even if Mo Mengchen doesn't believe his three-pointer, there is no better passer besides him at this time.

Hill received the ball and made a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

"It's over. Even those who averaged one three-pointer per game have scored three-pointers. You will lose tonight."

Mo Mengchen jokingly ran past Hadaway.

A three-pointer offset the impact of Hardaway's empty dunk.

To make matters worse, they are now 7 points behind.

They've been scoring, the Pistons haven't stopped, and there's nothing like that.

It's as if they score useless.

"Damn, give me the ball!"

O'Neill is impatient, he will not allow his opponents to catch up, and now he will wipe out the buds.

This is more important than anything.

O'Neal's eyes gradually turned cold, and then the ball flew into his hands, and he was about to attack.

"Snapped!"

"When is he?"

Hardaway's mind was blank. He was running just now, trying to take Mo Mengchen away, but Mo Mengchen, who was supposed to follow behind him, appeared beside O'Neal and hit his ball down.

"give me back!"

In a rage, O'Neill pushed Mo Mengchen down from behind.

"Beep!"

"Technical foul!"

O'Neal's third foul was a technical foul.

"Damn bastard!" O'Neill became more and more angry, and he finally knew where the problem was.

This is the guy!The rookie who had a bad reputation among star players.

He has no respect for his predecessors, talks rubbish so that people can sit on the wall, and has a lot of ghost ideas. What Peyton calls a bastard who "want to kill and then quickly".

it's him!
Mo Mengchen stood up slowly, and Hill stepped forward to greet him.

"Hopefully Shaq didn't finish you off with that one shot," Hill said.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "You seem to be looking forward to it?" "Why? I think a villain like you should be in trouble for thousands of years." Hill said with a smile.

"Even you are alive and well, how dare I die?" Mo Mengchen didn't even look at O'Neill, and walked straight forward, ready to execute a free throw for a technical foul.

Two free throws and one throw.

If both free throws are scored, the Pistons lead by 9 points and still have the ball.

That is, in this round, they were able to pull the point difference to 11 points.

They were completely at a disadvantage in terms of strength, but now they have the opportunity to expand their lead to double digits in the third quarter. For many experts who think they know basketball well, this is a crackling face-slapping scene.

Swish.

Mo Mengchen made two free throws. If he didn't pay attention, he also scored 12 points.

Hardaway sticks to Mo Mengchen, he doesn't want Mo Mengchen to catch the ball.

Mo Mengchen had long been prepared for his defense.

With a reverse run, Mo Mengchen pulled out the space and caught the ball. Hardaway lowered his center of gravity and put it left to block the right.

Even though Mo Mengchen made a shocking left-handed three-pointer against the Bulls not long ago, most people still think that he is not good at the left hand.

He hid it so well that even he himself was surprised by his forbearance this season.

Didn't he endure for so long just to make his opponent make such a wrong defensive choice at such a fatal time?
At that moment, Hadaway's pupils swelled, and Mo Mengchen moved his hand to the left faster than he turned to the right, much faster!
No, the left hand is not his weakness!

At that moment, Hardaway roared in his heart.

I usually don't take it seriously, but once the fangs are exposed, no one dares to be careless.

This is the impact of Mo Mengchen's breakthrough.

The Magic's defense was chaotic, and in the midst of this chaos, he beautifully passed the ball to Alan Houston on the outside.

The CIC king is not only a CIC, his three-pointers are just as dangerous.

Houston started with a toss and made a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

"The point difference reaches 12 points, the Magic request a timeout!"

(End of this chapter)