You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 132 Don't Stop

Brian Shaw made a cold shot from outside but failed.

He wasn't worried, because his big shark had already vortexed in the ocean, and as long as the ball fell, it would be in its palm.

Not surprisingly, O'Neal took the offensive rebound, dominated the penalty area, and he smashed a terrifying, confidence-destroying dunk over Laikner's head.

The poor white man lost his third foul of the night, and the Pistons trailed by 14 points.

If O'Neill scored and added penalties, the number would come to 15.

It was also at this time that the Pistons made a substitution.

Mo Mengchen, Houston, and Ratliff, the three of them should have played long ago, but there was no dead ball before, so they stood on the sidelines for a long time, watching the Magic pull the point difference to 15 points.

"Mo, I can't guard against him."

Ratliff told the truth.

It's true, he needs help.Mo Mengchen said to Houston: "You and my double team should be attached at any time."

Houston said, "I know."

"How is your ankle?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Houston said: "It's just a little pain, don't worry, I broke my left hand when I was a child and could play a season of AUU games."

"Because you were young and ignorant at that time, what you say can only mean that after so many years, you still haven't improved at all, and you are as stupid as when you were a child." Mo Mengchen said lightly, which angered Houston.

CIC Wang complained angrily: "Do you know what love is?"

"I understand," Mo Mengchen said, "It's just that any love is worthless compared to health."

Houston said angrily: "I can't tell you, a person who has no love!"

Seeing that the free throw meeting was about to turn into a scolding, Thorpe separated them.

O'Neal had a really good free throw tonight, and he made it again.

44 is better than 29
"Look at the score. I really feel sorry for Detroit. They paid so much, but they ended up in this way." Turing said lightly.

As the commentator of the Magic's home court, he is generally quite objective.

His partner Bill Wharton did not have so many feelings: "Let's put it this way, Detroit can persist until this game, we should praise their fighting spirit, but what we should question is whether Orlando has prepared for this round. The series? We all know this is a round that should end in Game 86. It feels like it took the 7 Celtics 6 games to take down the Rockets. In fact, it took us [-] games, which is in line with the outside world. expectations."

Turin didn't know what his partner was trying to fool. Generally, people who could understand Wharton's commentary were basically abnormal people.

We normal people should just listen to what people say.

"Sorry, I'm not Penny, my confrontation is much stronger than his!"

Nick Anderson will give Mo Mengchen a little bit of trouble when he comes up. Playing the second position, he is bound to experience more off-ball confrontations, because the ball is in Hill's hands.

The biggest convenience of the combination of Mo Mengchen, Houston and Hill is that Houston can play the second and third positions, Hill can play the first, second and third positions, and Mo Mengchen can play the first and second positions.

This allows for a lot of flexibility in the lineup as they can switch positions at any time.

Hill playing one, Mo Mengchen playing two, Houston playing three is a common swing.

Collins usually made this adjustment because Mo Mengchen couldn't defend against his opponent.

However, sometimes it doesn't work, like the Magic's No. [-] Nick Anderson is a very capable player, playing against him will not be better than playing against Hardaway.

Mo Mengchen started running, and his running lines were always clear.

Houston blocked him along the way, and Dennis Scott had to go with him, which gave Mo Mengchen a better chance.

For well-known reasons, Scott is a pretty bad defender.

Counting on him to defend well is like counting on Hill to shoot a good [-].

The Magic also knew this, and O'Neill even posted it when Mo Mengchen almost got rid of Scott.

Hill grounds the ball to Mo Mengchen

Almost at the same moment, O'Neal's defense came up, Mo Mengchen didn't even look at it, the huge shadow had already enveloped him, but he hit the ground with a strike, the ball passed the paint and came to Ratliff's hands.

"Wow good shot!"

A fan in the front row couldn't help calling out.

Ratliff jumped for a shot, and a half-stop in the paint went into the basket.

31 is better than 44
"Bastard, you coward!" O'Neal yelled angrily.

Mo Mengchen glanced back at him, shook his head and smiled wryly.

The smile on his face was considered by O'Neill to be a mockery. Enraged, the big shark strode forward and ran to his favorite position to firmly lock the position.

His frame towered over the paint like a wall, and in such a form that Brian Shaw had no choice but to pass the ball.

Shaw is a good passer. When Hardaway first entered the league, he was still a rookie. Although his talents in all aspects were already outstanding, his experience was still lacking. Penny for "I'm a genius", but Shaw.

After receiving the pass, O'Neal was about to make a strong attack, and a figure from the weak side approached.

The shark stares, it's him again!

This is an inexplicable feeling. If Mo Mengchen dared to defend him from behind, O'Neill would be sure to bump him into a scrap, but such a person who couldn't compete with him from behind suddenly turned into a double-teamer. Time and place appeared, and he fell into an extremely difficult situation.

O'Neill hates this double team!
"Missed!"

"Dor.Mo's double team leads to a Shaq turnover!"

Hill picked up the floor ball, avoided Shaw's tactical foul, passed the ball with one hand behind, passed the ball smartly, and rushed to the frontcourt quickly.

With nothing in the way ahead, Hill stepped into his own domain, and the elegant genius who led Duke to two titles blossomed in the Orlando Arena.

Turin praised: "The composure in the manner is exactly what a genius should be!"

Wharton nodded and said, "This young man is indeed very good. He is undoubtedly the best third position on the planet."

As soon as this sentence came out, Scott Pippen, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly shivered.

"Perfect double-team timing," Dumars sighed. "He's so smart!"

"Is there? JD, can't you double-team like this?" Lynch Hunter was already tired of hearing the people around him praise Mo Mengchen.

He was originally Dumars' first substitute, but because of Mo Mengchen, he can only play for a few minutes during garbage time.

Not surprisingly, the team will trade him in the summer. He is a good immediate combat force, but the Pistons have a lot of talents at the No. [-] position, so he has no chance.

Dumars said: "If it were me, the double-team just now would never have such an effect."

Those who were shocked by this were Pistons' defensive coach Stephen Colin: "It's hard to imagine that a guy who can almost be called a loophole in single defense can have such an effect when double-teaming."

"Why did you say that?" Collins asked.

"The essence of double-teaming is not the defensive ability of the double-teamer, but more about the timing of double-teaming and the choice of position."

"The best two defenders don't necessarily bring a good double team," Colin said. "Mo just made a textbook double team. Got stuck in a really awkward position that ended up causing Shaq to make a mistake."

"We should cut this footage and let these guys learn!"

"Time to let these guys know what a real double team looks like!"

Double teams don't work every time, like this round.

Mo Mengchen and other teammates believed that Ratliff had done everything on the defensive end, but in the end it fell short, and O'Neal shoveled him to the basket like a forklift.

Shaw just needed to drop the ball in, and then, with a flick of the shark's tail, Ratliff flew and made a heavy dunk.

"Your tricks can't trouble me!" O'Neill roared.

There is no way, there is really nothing to do when encountering such an offense, because even double-teaming is superfluous, and the moment the ball is passed to him, the defense is useless.

Ratliff was battered, he didn't know what else he could do, he just wanted to hold off O'Neal so the others could double-team him.

Sadly, he couldn't even hold his head.

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and handed it to him: "It's rare that your defense didn't make a mistake, let's serve."

"Mo, what should I do? What else can I do?" Ratliff asked desperately.

"I don't know, if it was me, I would continue to defend." Mo Mengchen said.

Ratliff sends the ball.

continue?

I was completely blown away just now, what's the point of continuing?
"Why?" he asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "I don't think the coach expects you to be able to resist Shaq all the time. To deal with him, we need all of us to work together. Therefore, you may only play for 15 minutes or even less. You need to use your energy within 15 minutes." All your strength."

Ratliff half understood.

Mo Mengchen didn't have time to explain so much.

It was rare for Mo Mengchen to control the ball for halftime, and Anderson seemed to be a wild wolf who smelled meat and pounced on him.

"You know? That's how Michael Jordan was stolen by me last year!" Anderson gave Mo Mengchen the most terrifying confrontation.

But there was a hole in his defense.

Hardaway stood up and shouted, "Don't let go of his left hand!"

It's late, idiot!
Mo Mengchen didn't expect the referee to blow the whistle because of Anderson's high confrontation defense. He found Anderson's empty left defense line, and this was his chance.

In an instant, the basketball slammed forward, and Mo Mengchen accelerated to run, passing through Anderson's defense in the most shocking way.

"what?"

Anderson's eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't believe that he was broken through just like that.

O'Neill took a step up and shouted: "If you dare to come, I will let you taste my hot pot!"

Mo Mengchen really came and threw a high pass in front of O'Neal. The next second, Ratliff dunked over O'Neal's head.

"I really know what your hot pot tastes like."

O'Neill turned his head abruptly, Mo Mengchen had already run away, leaving behind this infuriating trash talk.

A guttural sound called anger came out of O'Neill's mouth. Anyone who knew him well knew that he was extremely angry.

(End of this chapter)