You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 129
The talent gap between the two sides made the game very difficult, because as long as the Magic played normally, the Pistons would be difficult to resist. If they want to win the game, Hardaway or O'Neal must have an abnormal performance.

In Game 3 at the Palace of Auburn Hills, the Magic suppressed the Pistons.

At the beginning, O'Neal's wild attack made them at a loss.

Otis Thorpe, who came back wearing a mask, did not perform well and was dropped by Collins after paying three fouls on the defensive end.

For Collins, Thorpe's return from injury is of course very valuable, but if he can't bring positive help to the team, he can only abandon it.

Then came Alan Houston's big problem with his defense.

Hill's offense helped the Pistons sustain the game, and at least at the end of the first half, they still kept the winning spark.

At that time, they were 10 points behind.

In the second half, Mo Mengchen's three-pointer made the fans see more hope. No one thought that this was the last time they saw hope.

Next, Hardaway crossed halftime and made a three-pointer over Mo Mengchen's head.

Hill responded with a mid-range shot.

Mo Mengchen's foul blocked the Magic's counterattack, but drew a more brutal blow.

O'Neal catches the ball in the low post, knocks Terry Mills down, and turns for a desperate two-handed dunk.

The ball disrupted the Pistons' minds, and they tried to stop O'Neal, but in the end they lost everything.

Hill thought it was his fault because he missed the mid-range shot, which caused the Magic to fight back. He hoped to dedicate his energy to the team.

The psychology of wanting to win and fear of losing made Hill attack with the ball again. This is the tactic Collins is most used to, and it is also the tactic the Pistons fans are least used to.

After a season, they are used to seeing a well-disciplined team. Relying on Hill's personal ability to play singles with the ball like this is what fans don't want to see.

When Hill has no touch, this style of play will lead the team into the abyss.

Hill's continuous offense was unfavorable, and the Magic took advantage of this to fight back many times. In a blink of an eye, the point difference reached 17 points.

Collins requested a timeout.

"Grant, I need you to see your teammates, not solve the problem by yourself!" Collins yelled.

Collins has always advocated that the stars create opportunities for others, but now, he has expressed this idea that is completely opposite to his coaching philosophy.

Hill took his word for it and started passing the ball.

He first found Mo Mengchen.

Open, Mo Mengchen scored a three-pointer and then scored.

Is this the clarion call to fight back?No, it was a dying struggle, Houston's defense was out of position again, and Dennis Scott hit a three-pointer in response.

Hill continued to play for Mo Mengchen, but it was a pity that he couldn't keep such a good touch all the time. He finally missed the shot under the interference of Hardaway.

Mo Mengchen missed a shot, Hardaway turned around and counterattacked, O'Neal grabbed the rebound and made a long pass, everything was so natural, and the flower of talent bloomed in Auburn Hills.

"Their talent determines their height."

"This is a team with a scary future."

However, the famous Pistons, Vinier Johnson said this: "No, they are already terrible now."

At the end of the game, neither the fans nor the players looked at the scorer.

Because that's sad.

Sitting at home, the originally hopeful Pistons lost to the Magic by 24 points.

The combination of O'Neal and Hardaway scored 75 points, 24 rebounds and 12 assists.

Mo Mengchen scored 18 points, 11 rebounds and 7 assists.

That was good enough for a rookie, but his team lost by 24 points, which dimmed his numbers.

Back in the locker room, everyone was in a bad mood.

Mo Mengchen didn't say anything, even though he was not polite to veterans, in the final analysis, he was just a rookie.

If he'd been older, he'd have pointed out Hill's crunch-time weakness, Houston's shitty defense and everyone else's slack.

He can't do this because he is a rookie, they have just experienced a fiasco, and this group of people is not ready to accept severe criticism. If he speaks at this time, it may have a completely different effect.

So, Mo Mengchen just took a shower and listened to Collins' summary.

It wasn't his style to keep silent.

But he had been patient, and he wished he could.

Finally, he held back.

Sometimes, you just have to compromise the status quo.

This is not a good time for criticism.

In the parking lot, Ephraim is waiting for Mo Mengchen here.

Tonight, Adrian didn't come to the scene, because the atmosphere of the playoffs was more rough, which had a bad influence on children.

"You guys played bad defense tonight."

Ephraim talked about tonight's game. Although she is not a senior fan, she can understand the game.

This is an obvious problem. If even new fans like Ephraim can understand it, then their problem is really serious.

"My fault, I didn't give them enough help on the defensive end." Mo Mengchen said.

"No, you're right. You've tried your best. It's Alan Houston. His defense doesn't look like he's playing in the playoffs." Ephraim pointed out the name directly.

"He was injured." Mo Mengchen said.

Ephraim asked, "Wounded? Where?"

"I don't know, but he must be injured, I can tell." Mo Mengchen said.

Ephraim asked, "Then why does he keep fighting?"

"He hid it because he knew I wouldn't let him fight if he said it, so he didn't say it, and the idiot will pay for it."

Mo Mengchen has always been unable to understand that players play with injuries for certain things, just as he cannot understand that Kobe played with injuries for a year for the championship; just as he cannot understand that Bird endured a back injury to support the team and continued The last glory of the Celtics; just like he couldn't understand that Bai Jidong chose to play with injuries for a year in order to prevent the team from falling into a trough after winning four consecutive championships. He really couldn't understand before he was reimbursed at the end.

Why does everyone have to be like this, playing through injuries to prove their tenacity?

Now, he understands a little bit.

The big game is coming, the team needs you, the city needs you, you need to give your all, what are you going to do now?
What disturbs Mo Mengchen is that he may not have given as much as Houston has.

If someone asked him: "Did you work hard in the playoffs?"

He couldn't answer: "Yes."

Because he really didn't joke about the future like Houston did.

"You must be very tired, go to bed early."

Ephraim gave Mo Mengchen a goodnight kiss in front of the door of Room 250.

Game4
Pistons players form a circle in the tunnel.

Hill said to Mo Mengchen: "Mo, say a few words."

"The series has come to a close and our lives are hanging by a thread."

Mo Mengchen said: "We seem flustered, and we can't even tell the difference between instinct and fear. But there will be such a voice whispering in our hearts - "I still have a chance, what else can I do. "If you hear this voice, then you should follow your heart and do what you should do."

Mo Mengchen looked at the ruddy crowd and said, "Let's go down and win this game!"

"123!"

"The next gram is the best!"

"Pistons!"

"Bill, what did you see tonight?"

Johnson asked Wharton.

Wharton replied: "I saw a group of fighters fighting back from the Jedi; I saw an army that was imprisoned but unwilling to fail; I saw fighting spirit, I saw hope, and I saw their future."

That's it for tonight's game.

The Magic are more talented than the Pistons, but in the face of desperation, their opponents burst out with unbelievable energy.

In the opening game, Mo Mengchen broke through Hardaway from the right, confronted O'Neal in the air, and then went up the ball with an extremely twisted posture. The audience was sweating for him.

When Mo Mengchen stood up, he shouted loudly: "This is the next one!"

The whole place is boiling!

This is no longer the motivational slogan before the game, but the slogan of the whole audience.

Every time the Pistons score a goal, they can hear "the next beats the top" resounding through the audience!
This is a feeling that you rarely have. In life, few people have the opportunity to be in such a situation.

Before halftime, Mo Mengchen hit a three-pointer at the buzzer nine meters away, pushing the atmosphere to its climax.

"Detroit leads by 12 points!"

"Listen, the audience has gone crazy!"

"Let's beat up. This is definitely the most exciting slogan this season, Dor.Mo is a genius!"

Listening to the roar of the audience, Mo Mengchen inexplicably remembered a game.

In the 2015 Changsha Asian Championships between China and South Korea, China fell behind by a large score at halftime, and finally counterattacked and overtook at the last moment. When winning, the extremely excited Changsha fans sang "Ode to the Motherland" in chorus.

It's the same.

In the second half, the Pistons did not leave the opponent with the slightest chance.

Even if O'Neal took the lead in counterattacking, their opponents completely suppressed them.

The voice of the next gram is getting more and more enthusiastic every time.

Hill misplaced and faced Hardaway. The duel between the two Jordan successors was over when the audience was the most enthusiastic. Devil Mountain was flying like a stride. His first step was unmatched. Hardaway lost his position in an instant. And what happens after that will be a timeless classic picture.

Hill takes off, Hardaway haunts, two tigers fight, the braver wins.

"BOOM~~~!"

"This dunk is dedicated to you, great fans!"

Vinier Johnson yelled heartily.

In the end, the Magic lost 19 points away.

No one expected that they would lose so many points, let alone that they won 60 wins in the regular season and ranked second in the Eastern Conference, and they would be dragged into the tiebreaker by the seemingly vulnerable Pistons.

"We can fall flat and fall into the abyss;"

"We can also fight hard and shine brightly."

Facing the interview, Hill smiled all over his face and repeated the slogan that resounded all night: "We will go down!"

(End of this chapter)