You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 170 Being Played Between Applause
After halftime, Iverson made Mo Mengchen most emotional about his physical fitness.

In order to deal with him, Mo Mengchen had to confront him within the tolerance of the referee every round, and this was just the beginning.

Behind Mo Mengchen, Hill and Houston have to switch defenses and make up defenses at any time. They will bring stronger physical contact. Even if Iverson breaks the second blockade again and rushes to the basket, Wallace and Mahon The two ruthless insiders will never make him feel better.

Even if he chose to pass the ball, Mo Mengchen, Hill, and Houston each had a position, blocking at least three passing routes.

Although the 76ers really want to win, they have no tactics and no flexibility. Johnson Davis is even more useless than Collins. He can only beat the players.

In this case, Iverson needs to spend more physical energy than usual to deal with various accidents on the court.

As a result, after halftime, he breathed evenly, as if he had just finished warming up.

This terrifying physique made Mo Mengchen speechless.

If it was him, he would probably be exhausted after this half.

There is still a difference between people.

We normal humans still don't want to compare with animals.

Iverson alone faced heavy attacks from the Pistons, coupled with Stackhouse's occasional fire cover. After halftime, the Pistons were 56 to 48, leading the 76ers by 8 points.

"We need to solve many problems to win this game. We have sufficient confidence and determination, please rest assured the fans."

Facing the reporter, the young Iverson said so.

Since then, players from both sides have returned to the player channel.

Mo Mengchen entered the locker room with 8 points, 5 rebounds and 7 assists. Collins began to analyze the so-called weaknesses of his opponents.

This is not necessary at all. The 76ers are obviously a two-man team of Iverson and Stackhouse. If these two are arranged, the game will be won.

Just like that, he was still there for a long time.

Mo Mengchen and Hill pretended to listen carefully, so what should the others do.

"Sir Wise, how is Charles' injury?"

Hill saw the team doctor and asked aloud.

Hearing this, everyone looked over, and everyone was very concerned about this matter.

The team doctor said: "The hospital's preliminary diagnosis is a second-degree sprain of the right ankle, but we still need to wait for the test results."

"If it's a second-degree sprain, will it be serious?" Luo Er asked Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen said: "Depending on the situation, it is possible to rest for half a month or a month."

"Don't think about it, at least a month." The team doctor complained, "Charles is too heavy, and if he is sprained in that situation, if he comes back after half a month of rest, it can only be said that a miracle happened."

Ma Hong dismissed it: "It all needs a miracle?"

The team doctor glared at the boss who was rude to the team doctor: "Are you questioning me?"

Ma Hong is a bastard, but he also knows who can be provoked and who can't. The team doctor is the existence of keeping the players healthy.

Unless you don't want someone to be your intimate little padded jacket when you are hurt.

Collins cleared his throat and said, "Okay, the only thing we can do to help Charles is to win this damn game, we temporarily lost an important firepower, we have to fight for him now!"

If you really don't know what to do in the locker room, it's good to play chicken blood.

This is Collins' experience, and this sentence really worked. Everyone watched Barkley fight and get injured, and everyone hoped to win the game for him.

Houston's tireless run paid off as he started scoring.

During the offseason, many people were puzzled by his rejection of the Knicks. It was a bigger stage, where his commercial value and team status would be improved.

Although he signed a larger contract in the Pistons, he went to the Knicks, and in that world stage where many stars go to cheer every game, this loss can be made back in other ways.

In the high position on the left, Houston took a chance, and Hill, who was attacking in the low position, made a shot. The former made a shot.

Stackhouse backed up to Houston and also hit.

Also scoring, Stackhouse looks more difficult, Houston just needs to keep up with the rhythm of the team and keep running to get points.

This round, Mo Mengchen and Houston made an incredible hand-to-hand cooperation.

The incredible thing about this hand-to-hand cooperation is that Mo Mengchen, who had no ball in his hand, took away the defense of Iverson and Stackhouse at the same time, and Houston, who had the ball, was left alone!

"What are they doing?"

Angry Philadelphia fans called out.

Stackhouse was overwhelmed by anger, he wanted to defend Mo Mengchen too much.

It was Mo Mengchen who took advantage of his desire for revenge, so that he was empty-handed and attracted the attention of the two, and Houston succeeded in jumping.

"Do you dare to challenge that guy with your IQ? Don't know how to die, he is the most insidious person in the world!" Houston pointed at Mo Mengchen who ran away and laughed.

Hill ran past Houston and said, "The doctor would never have imagined that he made so many balls for you, and you would say that about him."

Houston caught up and said, "Don't tell him."

"No, I agree with you, that guy is definitely the most sinister and shameless person I've ever seen!" Hill whispered.

The two reached a consensus, and they clapped hands on the way back to the defense. It seemed that they really knew each other.

Stackhouse's anger was evident on his face, and he was eager to prove himself now, but the result was some friction with Iverson.

He wanted the ball, Iverson thought the timing was bad, and the ball was running more smoothly in his hands.

Where will Jordan's successor be willing to listen?
"Jerry, I can't give you the ball now, understand?" Iverson said in a deep voice.

Stackhouse looked angry, and exploded, no longer pursuing the matter.

"Do you know what you look like?" Mo Mengchen's trash talk successfully angered Iverson, "Two dogs are fighting over a bone without meat."

"Fuck you!"

With red eyes, Iverson elbowed Mo Mengchen's chest at the moment of the breakthrough. This scene happened right under the nose of the referee.

Mo Mengchen fell back and the whistle sounded.

"Offensive foul!"

"Is there a mistake? This is also a foul!"

Fans complained.

Mo Mengchen, who had succeeded in the plot, was expressionless;
Iverson, who suffered a big loss, showed anger.

Stackhouse wanted to say a few sarcastic remarks, but Iverson's expression frightened him.

Instinctive fear let him know that now is not the time to pour cold water.

"I have already said that you should speak more to the enemy with your poisonous mouth, which is more effective than any tactics." Hill complained, "You can't always point your poisonous mouth at us who are willing to block bullets for you." comrades."

He seems to have some complaints?

Am I usually mean to him?
Mo Mengchen took his hand and stood up and said: "If your brains are a little brighter, I don't need to waste my words."

"Do you think anyone can be as insidious as you?"

"I really didn't expect that there would be so many idiots around me." Mo Mengchen whitened Devil Mountain, "especially you, you are simply a benchmark-level idiot."

Sometimes, words can really be used as swords and guns. For example, Hill desperately hopes that Mo Mengchen will die on the spot.

Although Hill was attacked by Mo Mengchen, he did not hesitate to cooperate.

"Idiots can cover like I do?"

Hill puts a block on Houston.

"An idiot can pick and roll like me?" Hill complained, "Please explain it to me!"

Mo Mengchen used Hill's pick-and-roll to go to the right. Almost at the same time, the 76ers' defense came up.

They want to pinch Mo Mengchen to death in the corner, this position is just right, many people ignore Mo Mengchen's luck control skills.

Before the two-way double-team was formed, Mo Mengchen exerted force under his feet, turned the racket with his right hand to the right, and spun his body like a tornado, directly breaking the double-team that had not yet formed, and rushed into the three-point line violently.

"This is Dor. Mo?"

"Can he dribble like that?"

Mo Mengchen saw Coleman, who was showing malice towards him, and stepped forward. At this moment, the once glorious champion of 90 years was shaken away by him.

In order to do this, Mo Mengchen lost his center of gravity.

At this time, the most correct way is to pass the ball.

Normally, Mo Mengchen would pass it on without even thinking about it, but now, he needs to stab the 76ers in the heart.

His body was out of balance, and he used "soft as boneless" to maintain his center of gravity, and he picked up the ball with his right hand and threw it upwards.

"Boom!"

"Dor.Mo's magic touch!"

"My God, is this man Dor.Mo? How can he still do this?"

Mo Mengchen didn't fall to the ground, Ma Hong carried him.

Ma Hong knows Mo Mengchen's injury history, so as long as he is on the court, his duty is to protect Mo Mengchen.

The coach didn't tell him about this, and Mo Mengchen didn't tell him, it was completely out of instinct. In his era, every team had such bodyguards. You not only have to fight for the boss, but also protect the boss. Suddenly you are on the field , something happened to the boss, and that is your responsibility.

Mahon is undoubtedly the representative figure of this type of player.

"Thanks."

Mo Mengchen said.

"Would that stop your mouth from torturing me?" Mahon asked.

"I'm urging you, buddy." Mo Mengchen ran away, he didn't know why so many teammates despised him.

Although he sometimes speaks in an ugly way, it is for their own good. Can they remember it if he doesn't speak in an ugly way?It's hard to be a good person.

This ball has the effect of knocking mountains and shaking tigers. Mo Mengchen has always been reasonable, but the occasional irrationality shown makes people feel panic.

The goal just now also helped the Pistons widen the point difference to 12 points.

Iverson and Stackhouse began to worry, and the consequence of their anxiety was that the offensive end was messy.

"Duang!"

"Counterattack!"

Mo Mengchen took the rebound and threw the ball vigorously.

It wasn't just the basketball that flew into the sky, but also the 76ers' chances of winning farther and farther.

　Fourth, ask for a monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)