You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 134 Are you trying to kill him?
Hill made a flying layup in the middle;

O'Neal responded with a low turnaround pick, and Terry Mills couldn't guard him at all.

Hill backed up and hit again.

Hardaway breaks through and eats Mo Mengchen raw, and comes to score the goal for the Sharks. The latter slams up and dunks, causing the scene to burst into exclamations.

The third quarter is basically Devil Mountain VS Sharks and Pennies.

Hill did everything he could, regardless of offense and defense, he achieved the ultimate, 14 points in a single quarter, and he spared everything to keep the point difference at 10 points.

After three quarters, the Magic led the Pistons by 71 points 60 to 11.

At this time, Hill has scored 28 points, 11 rebounds and 6 assists.

He was tired and desperately needed help.

If there is a scoring point like Alan Houston on the field at this time, his pressure will be reduced a lot.

Hill also wondered if Houston would still be able to play, and his eyes fell on team doctor David Wise.

Wise said: "It depends on Alan himself. He sprained his ankle, but he didn't hurt his bones. He can walk freely. If he plays with the injury, his injury is at risk of aggravating."

Hearing what Wise said, Hill no longer wanted to let Houston play with injuries.

It's just that Houston's willingness to play is extremely strong.

"Let me fight! I'm fine, I can fight! I can't sit here and watch them get blown!" Houston yelled.

Mo Mengchen said: "Sit down."

"Tell them I can persevere, I can continue to fight!" Houston said excitedly while grabbing Mo Mengchen's arm.

"Of course you can play, but you will take a huge risk for it. We can't let you take risks and play games, you just sit on the sidelines."

At this moment, O'Neal turned into a ferocious beast. After the pick-and-roll, he ran down in an instant. He knew that doing so could create scoring opportunities.

Hill misplaced the defense to his side, and took the defense around the front.

Any experienced and skilled guard knows how to feed the ball to the center in this situation, but seeing O'Neal raise his hand high, Hardaway sent it with a sling.

There was no use for Hill to do anything. With a bomb under his feet, O'Neill exploded instantly, smashing dunks with both hands to score.

73 is better than 60
"The point difference has come to 13 points, will this be a watershed in this game?" Turin asked.

"Whether it was a watershed moment or not is hard to say, but it must be a moment worth remembering, as if we should remember that the first man in space was Gagarin, even though he was a Soviet."

Wharton was talking nonsense, and Hill asked Mo Mengchen for the ball.

His retaliation was very fierce. He passed the defender in an instant, then dodged the pull bar under the basket, avoided the shark's block, and also avoided Grant's interference, and scored a layup with an extremely tricky angle.

In many eyes, this is Hill's first step in saving the Pistons.

If he can maintain this performance until the end, the meaning of this game is no less than Jordan's "the shot" to him.

Unfortunately, this is not the beginning of the Pistons' Jedi counterattack, but Hill's last struggle.

O'Neal caught the ball again in the low post, he slammed Mills away fiercely, and dunked in the double-team.

"They fouled!" O'Neal yelled.

Even in the Magic's home court, the referees will sympathize with O'Neal's opponents, just as a neutral commentator will always favor the weaker side for the effect of the show, and the referees are the same.

Because O'Neal is too strong in the low post, the referee has a high standard for fouling him.

Hill tried his best, but unfortunately, his fuel storage seemed to be exhausted.

He broke through Dennis Scott again, and the opponent's defense was surprisingly bad, which is why he averaged 5 points per game in this series, which was 25 points higher than the regular season.

Facing this opponent whom he had knocked out countless times, Hill had no waves in his heart, and he was ready to break through.

The first step is still too fast to blink, and it was also at the moment of breaking the defense that Nick Anderson made up, stealing Hill's ball like stealing Jordan in the semifinals last year.

"Nick stole the ball!"

"Nick fast break!"

"Slam dunk! 76 to 61, the point difference reached 15 points, only 3 minutes later in the fourth quarter, the point difference has reached 15 points, the Pistons requested a timeout!"

"It looks like Orlando is about to pocket the win."

Wharton is not very surprised by this. It is true that he likes Mo Mengchen and Hill, but it is also true that the Magic is far stronger than the Pistons.

It's incredible enough that the series has reached this point.

Hill was sweating profusely, his physical fitness and endurance were at the limit, and the 15-point difference put him under heavy pressure.

In any case, he is just a 24-year-old young man, but now he is carrying the entire team forward in the playoffs.

It goes without saying that he couldn't bear it anymore.

With O'Neal and Hardaway joining forces, his vitality alone is unsustainable.

Collins also panicked. If it weren't for Hill, the Pistons might have been beaten into garbage time in the third quarter.

"Coach, we need defense inside."

"Also." Mo Mengchen looked at the depressed Houston, "We need to add a scoring point to our perimeter."

Collins was stunned: "But... Alan's ankle."

Mo Mengchen stared at CIC Wang: "Assure me, you are only responsible for scoring and running back and forth."

"Can't I defend?" Houston never played a non-defensive game, and while his defense wasn't great, he took it seriously every possession.

Mo Mengchen really didn't expect him to make this decision.

"I don't know what's going on with your ankle, so you can't move laterally anymore, that puts a huge load on your ankle, and if you don't take it, you can't play, if you're concerned about the injury, You can also reject my proposal, I understand." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston knew how resistant Mo Mengchen was to playing with an injury.

If even Mo Mengchen proposed to let him play with injuries, one can imagine how far this game has come, and they have been cornered.

Houston nodded: "I agree!"

Collins sighed secretly, and then replaced Houston and Ratliff.

When Houston agreed to play with injuries, Mo Mengchen was not surprised, because he knew that this simple-minded guy would not consider so many consequences.

Knowing that this would happen, until it happened, Mo Mengchen was still a little touched.

"It's not over yet," Mo Mengchen whispered, "at least not now."

Ratliff serves to Mo Mengchen.

Houston started to run, and the ankle injury affected his movement. It can be seen that his running speed is much slower than usual.

Even so, he's still the best off-ball player on the team.

He took two screens along the way, Houston was free in the high position on the left side, and Mo Mengchen swung the pass in place.

Swish!
53 is better than 76
"Unexpectedly, you are still insisting." Hardaway said with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said: "If we have done anything to give you the idea that we will give up the game, I regret it."

Hardaway's speed slowed down, and he tried to lure Mo Mengchen to steal by showing his flaws.

Mo Mengchen stared at his ball. He would never be fooled by such an obvious flaw. The ball, which seemed to be within reach, was actually separated from him by a natural barrier. If he shot it rashly, the consequences would be disastrous.

"It's boring, don't you have any sense of adventure?"

As soon as Penny finished speaking, he slammed a cross to the right.

Mo Mengchen turned his head and found that Nick Anderson was outside the three-point line, and Houston was caught by Grant with a screen.

Anderson made a three-pointer.

"The ball is in!"

79 is better than 53
The point difference continued to widen, and the fans at the scene were cheering, as if the victory of this game had been accepted.

"Desperate!" said Turin. "I despair for them."

"Sorry," Houston said to his teammates.

"Now is not the time to apologize." Mo Mengchen threw the ball to Ratliff, "Once Shaq catches the ball in the low post, you will foul immediately."

Ratliff couldn't understand: "Didn't he go straight to the free throw line? The foul count is up."

Mo Mengchen's eyes were cold, and he said firmly: "I just want him to go to the free throw line."

"Wow, that look in your eyes is scary, are you angry? But does that change anything? Look at the score, you're doomed!"

The big lead made Penny feel extremely relaxed.

Mo Mengchen likes to tease him, and coincidentally, Penny likes to do the same.

Mo Mengchen made a tentative step forward, dribbled the ball with his left hand, and was about to start a breakthrough.This trick was clearly seen by Penny, resisted it and said with a smile: "I know your left hand is not a weak point, you hide it well!"

In the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball behind his back, turned around against Penny's body, and the ball broke through Hardaway at the same time.

Hardaway tried to catch up, but Mo Mengchen's ass gave him a counterforce before shaking him off.

Hardaway completely lost his defense.

In the paint area, Mo Mengchen received the ball and grabbed it with one hand. O'Neal didn't know why he could hold the ball so firmly with his palm size.

In front of the big shark, Mo Mengchen made a pass fake move that anyone would be fooled by, causing O'Neal to step back and stick to Ratliff's body, and the basket was empty.

Mo Mengchen followed and scored a layup.

55 is better than 69
Mo Mengchen looked at the stunned Ratliff: "Remember what I said!"

Off the court, Collins immediately saw a defensive adjustment that was definitely not his intention.

The paint space opened up, and O'Neal got the one-on-one space he dreamed of.

"What's this doing?" Collins yelled.

"Are you looking for death?"

The other party is willing to be an adult, how can Hardaway live up to his good intentions, heels must be fixed, and the pass is in place.

"Ahhh~~!"

O'Neill yelled, ready to devour Ratliff, and the moment he started, Ratliff made the most fierce foul on him since the opening.

The Sharks went down, in a relentless foul from their opponent.

Ratliff raised his hand to acknowledge the foul faster than the referee's whistle.

The referee was still in shock when he raised his hand.

God, after so many years of playing games, this is the first time I see such a serious foul, do you want to kill him?
(End of this chapter)