You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 180 Out of Control
The public opinion caused by Hill's words has not yet affected the Pistons, because they are winning streak, and these things can't bother them yet.

But it doesn't mean there will be no trouble now, because they will always lose.

next night.

Battle with Jazz.

The Jazz has the most precise position, the master who handles the ball the best, and the core and roles with the strongest execution ability. What effect will the offense composed of these people have?Just one word: precision.

On the basis of precision, they are also practitioners of iron-blooded defense in the 90s.

High-intensity confrontation, black elbows within the rules, once unstoppable, extremely fierce fouls, these are things the Pistons are not good at dealing with.

Facing such an enemy, they fell behind by 15 points at halftime.

The Jazz specially sent Brian Russell to mark Mo Mengchen, and the audience gave him a high confrontation, which made him feel completely lost.

Hill lost himself in the high confrontation and fierce fouls of the Pistons.

The only person on the team who is performing normally is Alan Houston. If it weren't for him, this game would have entered garbage time at halftime.

"The Jazz showed us what a superteam can be."

"From now on, I will be a supporter of the Jazz. They showed the strongest combat power in the West tonight!"

Finale: The Jazz beat the Pistons by 108 points 77-31.

Houston scored 27 points, if not for him, tonight's game would be even more embarrassing.

Malone played a terrifying 39+18, plus Stockton's 15+15. Compared with them, the two commanders of the Pistons, Hill and Mo Mengchen, only had 24 points and 14 assists combined.

"We had some problems tonight," Hill explained. "Utah is tougher than us. They're all very old. They've played in a mature system for many years. They're more skilled than us. We're still adapting to the new system." .”

Mo Mengchen was more straightforward than him: "There is no excuse, except for Alan, the rest of us fought like shit."

The effect of this matter is also terrible.

What Hill said a few days ago has now become salt on the wound.

"The offense lost its effect, and the Pistons started to stop and fall into the abyss."

"If they can set the direction in the offseason, they should be able to control the running and bombing by now. Unfortunately, Doug Collins' favorite thing to do is cramming. I can't blame him. I'm just for Dor.Mo, Grant. Hill is sorry."

"It can be seen that Grant has a lot of grievances. He is the person who sacrificed the most for this system. Now he still has to work hard to integrate into this system."

"So, what is Doug Collins doing? All offseason, he made a ridiculous deal and signed Barkley? If we can ignore Dor. It's not. Without Dor.Mo, Charles would go to Houston, he would go to New York, but he would never come to the Motown."

Collins' chief assistant Mark Jones is also fanning the flames: "The current system is very suitable for the team, but there is no system that can be used immediately. It is a pity that we were not ready during the offseason."

Negative comments about Collins are overwhelming, almost drowning him.

next day's training

Before training, Collins summoned the players with a gloomy face: "Starting today, everyone is not allowed to be interviewed in private!"

This hard requirement was aimed at Jones, whose remarks in the media embarrassed Collins.

The angry head coach swept Hill and Mo Mengchen back and forth. He knew that Hill could not be blamed for this. He was unintentional, and he was just used by reporters.

However, none of these things would have happened if he hadn't had such a big mouth.

In the subsequent confrontation match, Zina McClane, who served as the referee, was the referee, and the scale was completely biased towards the black team where Mo Mengchen was.

No matter how much the black team did, his whistle didn't sound, and Hill's white team immediately blew the whistle as long as there was a slight confrontation.

Such an unbalanced call made Mo Mengchen and the others play 10-0 in a few minutes.

"Please, can you be fair?" Houston complained loudly.

McClane looked at him coldly, and Hill pulled Houston away, saying more was useless.

The originally confrontational game suddenly turned sour. The white team was competing with McClane, and their actions became more and more serious.

After Mo Mengchen's layup was knocked down by Williams, Collins went berserk: "Are you all inseparable?"

"This is just a match, what do you want to do?" Collins roared.

Williams didn't dare to argue with him, and kept silent. Hill was extremely dissatisfied, and in order to maintain his shit-like gentlemanly demeanor, he didn't open his mouth.

Huston, a fool, saw that Collins was angry, and it was too late to hide, let alone argue with him.

The black team was originally the beneficiary. They knew that the scale of the whistle was strange, but Collins was standing up for Mo Mengchen, so they couldn't say anything.

"It's all right, Jerome."

Mo Mengchen's voice took away Collins' anger and the attention of others.

He patted his buttocks, stood up, stared straight at McClane with eyes as cold as those of a beast in the jungle.

If he said that he wanted to kill McClane, the people present would probably believe it too.

"What's wrong with you?" McClane took a step back in fear.

"Oh, what's wrong with me? How can you ask this question when I fell so badly?"

Mo Mengchen walked in front of her, ignoring the astonished Collins; "If you're menstruating, just stand aside and sulk yourself, don't spread your bullshit anger on others!"

"I"

McClane just got an order from Collins to embarrass Hill and the others, and never thought that Mo Mengchen, who had profited from it, would go mad at her.

If it was Hill who got mad, this matter would be much easier.

"Mo, it's Jerome who made you fall, Zina." Gentry wanted to speak for McClane.

Mo Mengchen roared: "If she maintains the standard of the competition, this competition will not be like this! What do you want to do?"

Collins found that things were getting out of hand, and it was completely out of his control.

"Mo, there may be some problems with Zina's judgment, but he also wanted to avoid injuries caused by too much confrontation. We can't reduce our staff anymore." Collins said kindly.

Mo Mengchen said with a sneer: "Really? Why did we reduce our staff because of too much confrontation during training? This is not the reason for her to blow the whistle! She is the one who made things like this, what on earth is she trying to do?"

In an instant, all the players' eyes were on McClane.

McClane was extremely anxious, and she subconsciously glanced at Collins.

Both Hill and Dumas noticed this reaction, and the mastermind behind this matter is clearly revealed.

"Zina, you really did something wrong."

Collins held back his anger, "However, the game will continue."

"If she is the referee, I won't play." Mo Mengchen took off his jersey.

"Then let someone else do it!" Collins yelled, "JD, you do it!"

Dumars smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm too old to fight such a big confrontation."

The face of the head coach is worthless at this moment. Collins just wants to teach Hill a lesson. Now that Mo Mengchen has jumped out to make him lose face, he just wants to suppress this rebellious flame.

"Kenny, you fight!" Collins yelled.

How could Smith get mixed up in this muddy water?He shook his head and said, "Coach, I'm done with training, I can't move my body, I don't want to get hurt!"

"Donnie!"

Collins looked at Donny Boyce like a wounded beast.

The second-round pick of the 95th class has been eyeing Mo Mengchen's position, and he should not refuse at this moment.

"Okay, I'll fight!" Boyce thought this was his chance.

Mo Mengchen just sneered.

Collins looked at everyone: "Keep fighting."

"Coach, I don't fight either."

Luis M. Lore takes off his jersey.

Then Ratliff, Rhett, and Wallace did the same thing.

Hill and the others didn't speak, but just took off their match jerseys.

"Donnie, you can play alone, no, maybe you can call other coaches to play together."

Mo Mengchen smiled and said to the others: "There is a new cold drink store outside, who will accompany me?"

Except for Donny Boyce, everyone followed Mo Mengchen.

In the huge training hall, there is only one Donny Boyce left who can't even play in garbage time.

McClane panicked;
Gentry is in a dilemma;
Mark Jones and the others had a sad face but a happy heart. They stepped forward and asked, "Doug, what...how about this?"

Collins, who lost his mind, yelled at Jones: "How the hell do I know?"

"Mo, do you have to make things like this?"

The cold drink shop's business is booming. They didn't expect to welcome a group of distinguished guests. This group of people booked the entire shop, drinking water, eating desserts, playing cards and chatting here.

Hill sat across from Mo Mengchen and asked this sentence.

"Some bad sprouts, you can't wait for them to germinate, the easiest way is to uproot them before they grow."

"They can play tricks in the match today, and they can play tricks in other places tomorrow. I believe you are like me, just want to train well and play well."

Mo Mengchen stared into Hill's eyes, like moonlight shining into the ground: "I will find a way to kick anyone who gets in my way."

"Doug is the general manager and the head coach, and you're doing this to him."

"Heh," Mo Mengchen laughed mockingly, "How can there be a permanent general manager and head coach?"

Hill froze.

"To me, you went too far today," Dumars said.

Mo Mengchen said: "When they calm down, I will apologize if I should, but I will not regret it."

(End of this chapter)