You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 133 The Wall of Talent
After halftime, 56 to 48, the Magic led by 8 points.

You must know that a few minutes ago, they led by 15 points, and then Collins made a position adjustment. Mo Mengchen changed to the second position and did not make a three-pointer, but he double-teamed O'Neal on the defensive end. The echoes of other teammates and the interlocking traps not only made it difficult for the Magic to play every round, but also made the fierce and aggressive Nick Anderson suffer repeatedly.

"10 points, 4 rebounds and 6 assists. If we want to evaluate Dor.Mo in the first half, I think we should put the data aside, because the data is the thing that can't reflect his role the most."

Wharton opened his mouth to say something astonishing.

"Yes," Turin agreed with him once in a while, "We always say that so-and-so's performance cannot be reflected by the data. Dor.Mo is the best interpretation of this sentence. His data is very beautiful, but this group The good stats don't really reflect what he's doing on the court."

The commentator's praise and the seemingly close score difference did not make Mo Mengchen dizzy.

They just stopped O'Neal's offense. As for reducing the point difference to 8 points, the main reason was that the Magic replaced O'Neal 2 minutes before the end of the first half.

They secured the lead and gave the inside and outside duo a rest.

Even though there was a 15-minute break, Mo Mengchen suddenly had a sense of urgency that a storm was coming.

"In the second half, our position remains the same!"

Collins is very satisfied with the result. He thinks that his adjustments have worked. Mo Mengchen is able to play the second position with ease, which he did not expect before.

Nick Anderson is a ruthless character. The person who humiliated Jordan in the semifinals last year even left behind the classic trash talk that "No. 45 is much easier to defend than No. 23".

As a result, he challenged Mo Mengchen countless times in the second quarter, all of which were resolved by the latter in four or two ways. The only high-pressure defense was caught with a big hole, which directly caused Mo Mengchen to blast the magic line of defense, attracting the help defense to pass out of the air relay.

He saw hope, they had a chance to win.

"What we have to do now is to work harder than in the first half!"

Time passed quickly, the opening whistle of the second half sounded, and the starting players of both sides returned to the field one after another.

Mo Mengchen's mood was much calmer. He looked around and found something wrong with Houston's walking movements: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts a little," Houston whispered.

Mo Mengchen looked at Collins and said, "Coach, Alan needs to rest."

"No, I don't need it!" Houston yelled.

Mo Mengchen didn't make his injury public, but just took Houston's hand, and then pointed to his ankle in front of Collins: "I think it's better to take a rest."

Collins, as dull as he was, knew what that meant, and they didn't consult Houston.

In this area, Mo Mengchen is the expert.

"Alan, come down." Collins ordered.

Houston walked off the floor and was replaced by Michael Curry.

"Is he serious?" Curry sees a problem.

Mo Mengchen said: "He told me that his ankle hurts a little, what do you think?"

Curry understood. If it wasn't for the pain to a certain extent, with Houston's temperament, he would probably grit his teeth and survive.

"The chat is over, guys."

Hill holds the ball to the sidelines.

In addition to the three outsiders, the inside team is Thorpe and Mills.

After halftime, Hill passed the ball to Mo Mengchen, ran back, and slammed into the basket like a dart.

"Come on, let me see what tricks you have." Hardaway said.

Mo Mengchen said in a low voice: "This is not a trick, it's a tactic."

Suddenly, Hill, who was supposed to run out around the baseline to ask for the ball, made a reflexive cut and returned the same way. Anderson was caught in the screen and had difficulty getting out.

Mo Mengchen swung a pass with his right hand, and Grant, who was closest to Hill, defended regardless of the others.

Hill gave up the pass. He knew that Grant's movements would be unstoppable, so he chose a forward shot. When the referee's whistle sounded clearly, he slowly dialed the ball out.

"Shh!"

"And one!"

Additional penalties were also scored, 51 to 56.

Hill waved his fingers and asked his teammates to step up their defense: "We can definitely catch up with them, as long as we defend well!"

"You should put that fire out, man."

Hill on Hardaway.

Hardaway dribbled the ball under his crotch and rushed across the half court in an instant. Hill was very tight, neither giving a chance to break through, and strictly preventing his shooting.

This kind of defensive test skills also tests physical fitness, and it cannot be completed without one of the two.

"Unfortunately, my fire will burn until the end of the game!" Hill said excitedly.

"Really?" Hardaway asked Grant to raise the high position, passed the ball hand-to-hand, and Penny deftly cut to the middle.

"Watch them pass the ball!"

No, not a pass!

Hill saw it, Hardaway approached Mo Mengchen, turned his back to ask for a seat.

Humph, this is not a good choice, Hill thought.

Although Mo Mengchen's defense has many problems, his back defense is not bad.

Hill didn't know what was wrong with Mo Mengchen. He shot basketball every day, and he didn't see him in the weight room very often, but his strength did increase significantly, especially the strength of his lower body.

Except for him and a few insiders, no one on the Pistons can firmly take down Mo Mengchen in the low post, because his bottom plate is really tough enough.

"An accident? We met again, this is fate, Mo!"

Hardaway took the ball and made a strong header. The embarrassing thing is that Mo Mengchen didn't move.

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Hadaway shook his shoulders to distract Mo Mengchen. His left foot was the axis and his right foot was the fulcrum. No matter how good he is, it's impossible for him to interfere with Hardaway's shooting.

"Boom!"

Hadaway sat down on the ground, smiling at Mo Mengchen.

"Good shot!" O'Neill pulled Penny up, "That's what we should do to him!"

"Are you okay?" Hill asked.

"Fortunately."

No wonder.Why is it so hard for me to score every time when you guys always put the ball in the basket so easily?
Fuck it, one day I'm going to be like this too!

Mo Mengchen was very upset. Not to mention being repeatedly beaten on the defensive end, it also took a certain amount of opportunity and luck to respond on the offensive end.

"Should I call back?" Hill expected to hear yes.

Mo Mengchen's answer was negative: "No, continue to fight according to tactics."

This is what Hill called "lack of aggression". Mo Mengchen seemed to have no temper, but he was wrong.Mo Mengchen just knew how much he had, and he would not go to extremes unless it was absolutely necessary.

With an overall rating of 66, what is there to be dissatisfied with?
Mo Mengchen always comforted himself like this.

"Forget it, I still have to do it."

Since Mo Mengchen had no intention of calling back, Hill had to come forward.

"Are you trying to help Mo teach me a lesson?" Hardaway asked, "Why doesn't he do it himself?"

"Because Mo is a smart man, he knows to give the ball to the most confident person." Hill patted the ball, making Hardaway very pressured by every movement and movement.

The two Jordan successors, although well-rounded, have different offensive styles.

Hardaway has pure skills, does not rely on talent, and can score from any position; Hill is not the case. He is still immature in shooting, and he still needs a brutal first step to create space. Entering the three-point line is his stage.

Hill stepped back, stretching the space, and Hardaway felt the energy ahead, but unfortunately, he knew something was going to happen, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Hill's change of direction was like lightning, and the breakthrough was initiated in the blink of an eye.

The Magic shrinks inside the basket, Hill looks fearless, stepping into the paint area to prop up his whole body, he flies up - the first thing that blocks him is O'Neal's huge body, relying on this kind of defense alone wants to block him His attack was not enough, the Devil Mountain pull bar flashed, at this time, he had reached the highest point, ready to land, and he wanted to hit a pick with his backhand. At this time, Grant, who had seen Jordan scoring in this way countless times Hill got a hot pot.

"boom!"

"rebound!"

Mo Mengchen grabbed the rebound, dribbled out of the three-point line, and jumped up to make a shot. He heard the prompt from his teammates: "Be careful on the right side!"

At that moment, there seemed to be countless reptiles wriggling on Mo Mengchen's body. He knew that something was about to come. What made him helpless was that he was powerless to stop it.

"Snapped!"

The white jersey flashed in front of Mo Mengchen, he is not Jordan, he can't take off the opponent first and then wait until the opponent lands before completing the shot.

He finally saw the man who gifted him the cap.

Magic No. 1, Penny Hardaway.

"It's time for us to fight back!"

Hardaway grabbed the basketball that was covered on the ground. His running speed was unmatched by Mo Mengchen, and no one from the Pistons retreated.

"Penny~~~!"

"Hardaway!!!"

Hardaway hit a Jordan-style back-up one-handed windmill dunk on the Pistons' rim, and the scene was completely blown up. Their shouts lasted for a full minute, as if the Magic had won the championship.

60 is better than 51
"Mo, no matter how strong your teammates are, you can unleash their potential only if you are strong enough." Hardaway said to Mo Mengchen.

Do you still need to tell me this kind of thing?idiot!
Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and gave it to Hill.

"Mo, leave it to me," Hill said.

Hill wants to carry the team on his shoulders, and he thinks that's what he should do.

He had never felt this way before, suddenly, he seemed to understand something, but, is it okay to rely on his current hand feeling?

Mo Mengchen is happy to see Hill's awakening, but the basis of his awareness is to have a good enough hand feel. If he doesn't have a hand feel, he has to fight hard. That's not taking responsibility, that's an undercover agent, and that's the sixth man as an opponent Send your team to heaven.

Mo Mengchen didn't express his worries, because he can't stand up like Hill now, there is always someone to do everything, no matter whether he can succeed or not, let him try first.

(End of this chapter)