You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 157 Stop watching, pick up the ball

The Henry Ford Training Center was eerily quiet as if someone had died.

Barkley was furious, got up and shouted at Wallace: "Are you inseparable?"

Wallace was terrified and retreated continuously. He had heard Barkley's notoriety since he was a child. He never thought that he would become teammates with the other party, let alone that he would use the "bottom of the box" against him on the training ground one day. moves.

Barkley's attack was hard to resist, Wallace just didn't want to disappoint Mo Mengchen.

He even dared to vent his anger on a villain like Mahon, so what am I?If I let him down, will I still have a good life in the team?

He thought so, so he made this action.

Barkley wanted to beat him up, but Mahon stopped him: "Don't do this, Chuck, the rookie didn't mean it."

"Didn't it be intentional? When he kills me on the field, will you still say that he killed me by mistake?" Barkley was very excited.

"All right!"

Mo Mengchen shouted.

Miraculously, Barkley actually stopped yelling.

"Are you okay?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley was still a little angry: "If I have something to do, I won't stand here well."

"Ben, is this what you want me to see?" Mo Mengchen walked in front of Wallace, his eyes were as sharp as a big knife that had chopped off countless heads.

Wallace dodged his eyes, not daring to meet his eyes, and whispered: "I didn't mean to."

"I hope you mean it."

Mo Mengchen's words made everyone in the audience change color.

"Go on, whether you did it on purpose or not, you shouldn't do this to your teammates."

Mo Mengchen said to the people outside the field: "I need a backup center!"

Thorpe stepped forward: "Let me do it."

Mo Mengchen nodded in agreement.

Wallace undresses the White team and sits aside, looking as if he has taken a major blow.

The game continues.

"Joe Dumars is the soul of the team, Grant Hill is the core of the team, Alan Houston is the end point of the team, Mo." Adam Frauses is positioning everyone, "He is Leader of the team."

The strength of Mo Mengchen was unexpected by the new assistant coaches. They thought it was Hill's team. They thought Mo Mengchen was just a second-year player with great potential. They thought Collins was in control of everything.

They are wrong.

Matt Jones looked at Mo Mengchen with lightning eyes. Perhaps, if the triangle offense is to be implemented in the team, the starting point is not Collins.

Collins is a staunch anti-triangle offensiveist, and he will never let the triangle offense infiltrate his system.

Before he came to the Pistons, Graham Senna, who pushed him to this position, told him repeatedly: "Remember, some people can't be offended, such as Dor.Mo, if you want to be in the team To launch your system, what you have to do is not to get Doug's approval, but the players headed by Dor.Mo, you have to get them to approve of your tactics."

He finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

That's more important than getting Collins to agree to switch to the triangle.

Dor. Mo.

Jones looked at him seriously.

The Blacks ended up winning the game, they were more talented and could score more.

Mo Mengchen didn't score a single point in the game, but all the points of the White team came from his passes, and they only lost by 1 points in the end.

Collins stepped forward and said: "Take a break for 10 minutes, and then prepare to start another game."

Some people listened to this, some didn't.

Mo Mengchen's eyes fell on Wallace, who had been sitting on the sidelines, depressed.

"The coach will let you continue to play in the second game. Do you want to sit here in a daze, or go to warm up and strive for a good performance?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Wallace looked up at him and asked, "Mo, I didn't mean to."

"Like I said, I'd rather you do it on purpose than be forced to do something hard." Mo Mengchen said.

Wallace didn't understand. He just said clearly that such a method should not be used against teammates. Why did he still say that I would rather I did it on purpose?
"If you do it on purpose, such a method is naturally not advisable, and I will also feel disgusted with you, but it also shows from the side that you are a guy who will do whatever it takes to win. We need such a guy, and we lack such a guy. "

"If it's the other way around, it means you're just a coward." Mo Mengchen asked, "What kind of person are you?"

Wallace was emotional, and he told Mo Mengchen loudly: "I just want to stop Charles!"

Mo Mengchen said: "This is a good answer."

Ma Hong looked at Mo Mengchen who seemed to be comforting Wallace from a distance, and said to Dumas: "I'm beginning to understand why you blow this kid up to heaven."

"why?"

Dumars doesn't think this game can show all the advantages of Mo Mengchen.

In this confrontation match just now, Mo Mengchen just let everyone know that he said what he said on the court. As for his other advantages, he couldn't show them well here.

"I can't explain why, if someone else spoke to me like that, my fist would have been raised!" Ma Hong looked at Mo Mengchen, "This guy is different, I wanted to prove it to him at the time. From now on From the beginning, I will keep an eye on him, if he slackens even the slightest bit, I will spray back ten times and a hundred times!"

Dumas did not comment on this, and it seems that Mahon felt it too.

Mo Mengchen has this kind of strange charm, his sarcasm can make any peaceful person furious, even a heinous bastard like Ma Hong will be inspired by him.

They all just wanted to prove it to him.

The same thing happened to them last season.

"When the season starts, you will find that this guy still has a lot of advantages. It is just a matter for him to correct your attitude." Dumars said with a smile.

Later, the second test match also started.

White Team: Kenny Smith, Michael Curry, Don Reed, Theo Ratliff, Ben Wallace.

Black Team: Boyce, Letrio Green, Louis M. Lowe, Thorpe, Lauderdale.

These two games can fully show the depth of the Pistons' lineup.

This is true both inside and outside.

If I have to say a few questions, it is that there is no good substitute in the second position, and there is no absolute height in the fourth and fifth positions. That's enough, except for top defense and using his height to protect the basket, he has very few advantages. It is surprising that such a guy can become a first-round pick.

The white team's ability to protect the basket is extremely terrifying.

Ratliff and Wallace, two future shot-blocking champions, propped up the white team's restricted area at the same time.

This is a real no-fly zone, and the black team doesn't have a talented flyer like Hill, so they can't challenge the defense line built by these two people.

Wallace blocked Ratliff's cover, and the defense of the two shocked the teammates on the scene.

"Another block! Isn't it too cruel?"

"Theo Ratliff can still shoot?"

"This guy's jump shot from the free throw line is spot on!"

The good news is that Ratliff's shooting has stabilized.

Mo Mengchen let out a sigh of relief, finally there is someone who can stretch the space.

He suddenly thought of a combination, Barkley and Ratliff, both of them are insiders who can pull the breakthrough space, and Ratliff can also make up for Barkley's shortcomings on the defensive end.

However, Collins will not put Thorpe or Barkley on the bench in order to take advantage of Ratliff's shot-blocking ability.

This pedantic guy only believes in these accomplished old men.

If Barkley doesn't come, Ratliff should be the best choice for the starting center. When this fat man comes, Ratliff's time to start will undoubtedly be postponed.

Mo Mengchen could guess the regular starting lineup for the new season without even thinking about it.

Himself, Houston, Hill, Barkley, Thorpe.

There is no absolute height, and there are no pillars in the penalty area. The advantage is that the offensive end is full of firepower. Except for Mo Mengchen, the other four have the ability to attack alone.

Such a lineup has great flaws and does not have the potential to stimulate the depth of the lineup.

Although the Pistons have a good lineup depth, Mo Mengchen doesn't think Collins can make full use of this. If there are still six or seven players playing by then, the depth of the lineup will become a joke.

Although Collins is Mo Mengchen's Bole, he is not at all optimistic about this Bole's coaching ability.

A year has passed, and the team has not formed any system.

"Ugh"

Mo Mengchen got up, his mind was a little confused, anyway, there was no suspense in this duel, and the white team was sure to win.

Kenny Smith deserves to be a champion guard. The white team was under his command. The offense and defense were stable. Wallace and Ratliff blocked the black team consecutively, and the white team counterattacked continuously.

The problem of the black team is that it is not useful. Lauderdale is huge and scary, but moves slowly. Although he has a height advantage, he can't keep up with the rhythm of the game; both Reid and Lore are teams that need others to fill in the cake. type player, but their ball handler, Boyce, is a solo guard. He doesn't know how to use the abilities of these two people at all. He only knows how to fight alone.

There is no suspense, the white team slaughtered the black team by 14 points.

Mo Mengchen competed with Houston on another field to shoot.

It was also a massacre.

After Houston scored ten goals in a row, Mo Mengchen began to perform.

Ten balls, no signs of missing.

Twenty balls, it seems like you can never miss a shot.

Thirty balls, when will it end?
"Are you finished?" Houston was angry.

Forty goals, just don't lose.

Houston yelled: "Is there anyone to practice with you like this?"

"Be your caddy well, don't talk so much nonsense." Mo Mengchen said.

Ball. Caddy?

Is he crazy?Houston blushed and continued to pass the ball.

Mo Mengchen scored 120 goals in a row and finally missed.

In this earth-shattering scene, Houston almost cried, hoping to shed a drop of crocodile tears.

He hugged the ball, wanting Mo Mengchen to experience the same pain, and then,

"Duang!"

"Don't look, just pick up the ball."

(End of this chapter)