You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 186: Those who are close to the red are red, those who are close to the ink are black
Marbury didn't realize the problem. If he wanted to break through, he could easily do it.

The problem now is that neither Wallace nor Ratliff will give him an easy layup.

If he wants to shoot, Mo Mengchen's defensive strength will increase by several levels.

In such a situation, he only needs to do one thing well.

pass the ball.

It's a pity that Young Master Ma has no intention of passing the ball at all.

It is impossible to pass the ball. He believes that Dang's current style of play does not have Garnett and Gugliota in his eyes.

Is it about to break through again?bring it on.

Mo Mengchen's defensive posture can be rated a full score.

It's a pity that the defensive effect is negative.

"Strange, is Dad's defense so bad?"

Off the court, Don Reid was very puzzled. Even if it was to get Marbury to take the bait, the defense was too poor.

Lore beside him watched carefully, but didn't answer.

Mo Mengchen's defense was definitely not that bad. As for why he made such a poor defense, there must be other reasons.

Tibetan clumsiness is the most reasonable explanation.

Marbury made a jumper.

For this goal, he didn't contact any of his teammates and relied on his personal ability to hit it. Even so, he still scored.

"Is this okay?"

Hill worried that Marbury didn't step into the trap, but instead played well.

Mo Mengchen smiled.

Whether Marbury can score is not the point at all. The point is that the Timberwolves' rhythm is fragmented during his solo period.

Whether he scores or not does not change the result.

As strong as Chamberlain, he did not win the championship in the season of averaging 50 points per game.

How many points can Marbury get alone?If his touch is really good, Mo Mengchen doesn't mind giving him a career high score.

"The Pistons' offense is far more crisp than the Timberwolves'."

"The two teams seemed to be playing two very different sports."

Mo Mengchen passed the ball after halftime, and then came the most annoying moment for Marbury.

Cover, cover repeatedly.

It's okay if it's Ratliff, the trouble is on Wallace's side.

Wallace is currently on the thin side, and the quality of the pick-and-roll is not good. He also knows this problem, and Mahon taught him a few tricks.

One of these tricks is the elbow swing, which is most effective when the body is weak.

In the pick-and-roll, there is too much physical contact.Therefore, swinging the elbow is not easy to be discovered by others. Even if it is discovered, it can be avoided that the body lost control after the confrontation and accidentally bumped into the opponent, or falsely accused the opponent of bumping into it.

As long as it is shameless enough, there is no excuse.

Unlike Mahon, an old rascal, Wallace swung his elbows only as a stopgap measure. Sooner or later, he had to develop a body that could catch people.

Mo Mengchen used Wallace's cover to run half a circle, but the Timberwolves' defense had no time to stick up, and Hill held the ball and rushed.

The two ghosts knocked on the door, and the wolves' front line was chaotic.

Hill can score on his own or pass the ball.

He is more greedy, not 2 points, but 3 points.

Outside, Mo Mengchen took the ball open and made a three-pointer.

The index finger is like the eye of a gun pointing to the basket, and the ball is like a soldier under orders, moving forward indomitably.

"Shh!"

64 is better than 52
The point difference widened to 12 points.

"The Timberwolves requested a timeout!"

"It really needs to call a timeout. The game is getting more and more chaotic. Look at the offense of the Pistons. This is basketball. The Timberwolves act as if only Stephon Marbury can score. This offense is sick and unhealthy. A finger is definitely not as powerful as a fist."

Mo Mengchen saw Sanders yelling at Marbury.

If even a good guy like Sanders who never blushes with reporters is angry, then Marbury should really review himself.

Will he examine himself?

Mo Mengchen looked at Marbury's face from a distance, and his vision as fine as an eagle's eye allowed him to see the impatience on Young Master Ma's face. He didn't think he was wrong, he felt that he had done a great job. So much because teammates dragged their feet.

Great job Stephen, keep it up.

Mo Mengchen looked back at Collins, who was also planning tactics.

The Pistons will also play singles, and Collins hopes that Hill will use his personal ability to continue to expand the point difference.

Of course Hill would not refuse, but it might not be appropriate to play heads-up at this point in time.

"Doug, we're just hitting the tempo, why not add more pass?"

Even Gentry was puzzled.

Collins said in a deep voice: "In my era, this is what a star should do."

Gentry was speechless.

What kind of shit excuse is that?

Marbury was sprayed by Sanders. He didn't intend to follow orders because he was in good shape.

"Aren't you going to send us home for Thanksgiving with a four-game losing streak? Now?"

Mo Mengchen spoke, forcing Marbury to make up his mind.

Most of the time, Marbury doesn't rely on speed.His first step is not swift, but always seize the moment.He can always feel that the defender has not had time to prepare to slide and block the road, so the timing of his breakthrough is always just right, a change of direction, or a change of speed, and a coherent movement, he has already entered.

Right now, it is.

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to see his change of direction, but in the end, he happened to have a time lag, changed the rhythm of his dribbling, and abruptly broke Mo Mengchen's defense.

Outside the paint area, a one-handed throw escaped the block and hit again.

"What the hell are you doing? What are you doing?" Sanders growled.

Marbury did not dare to look directly at the coach, his determination began to waver.

No, I can't shake you.

Mo Mengchen knew Marbury's mentality very well, no matter how stupid he was, he was just a rookie now.

No matter how awesome a rookie is, you have to be obedient.

Even if Marbury is very dissatisfied with Sanders' arrangement, he will not show it.

"Grant, give me the ball."

"?"

With a question mark on his face, Hill passed the ball to Mo Mengchen.

If he remembered correctly, Collins' instructions should have been for him to single out.

But now Mo Mengchen wanted the ball away.

What is the real intention of Collins to let Hill single out, Mo Mengchen is not clear.Maybe it's because he wants to see Hill make this change, or maybe he wants to embarrass Hill, in case he doesn't play well, he can take the opportunity to criticize Hill -- but now it's time to focus on the bigger picture.

Here I want to borrow another sentence from Captain Li: I have to break out of the siege anyway, from which direction to break out of the siege is not a breakout?
Anyway, they have to be singled out, who the hell is not singled out?
One-on-one is not good, Mo Mengchen does not advocate this, if it is to accomplish some purpose, one-on-one will become valuable.

In order to force Marbury to do what he wants like Chen Changsheng, this ball must be singled out.

"I'm different from you. I don't need to follow the coach's orders. That's the difference between you and me."

In front of Marbury, Mo Mengchen said so.

Marbury's pupils widened at this moment.

Let go of the left side again, how many times will he be taught a lesson before he realizes the problem?

The left side is not my blind spot at all, CP!

Mo Mengchen stepped out, and Marbury was freed again without any defense on the left side.

Under the basket, Garnett stared at Mo Mengchen quietly.

Also a new star at level 95, Mo Mengchen and Garnett have no personal relationship.If Mo Mengchen dared to break into the penalty area, Garnett would not be polite.

"Shh!"

Mo Mengchen made a sudden stop for a jumper and unexpectedly made it.

The whole world knows that he is not used to his left hand;
The whole world knows he doesn't shoot the mid-range;

In this round, he broke through Marbury with his left hand, grabbed Garnett's flaw and hit a mid-range jumper.

Then, he walked to Marbury's side: "I am different from you. I can do whatever I want. This is the difference between you and me. You will never be able to play freely like me."

Maybe these words were not enough, Mo Mengchen pulled up the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a mocking smile.

He angered Marbury.

The horse went mad with rage, acting like a New Yorker, forgetting that he was in cold Minneapolis, and growled at Mo Mengchen: "I'll fuck you!"

"A person who can't even control the way of the game, what right does he have to fight with me?" Mo Mengchen laughed.

Marbury ignored his teammates, didn't even need space, and wanted to go it alone when he opened up. He looked really mad.

Oh yes, his coach was also mad.

Sanders turned into a repeater, saying: "What is he doing?! What is he doing?!! What the hell is he doing?!!!"

His colleagues also want to know what Marbury is doing.

Although Ma Dashao is from New York, he came out of Rock Park when he was a child, and he has a bit of quagmire on his body, but his mind is normal, and he is not as selfish as a street player.

But tonight, he seemed to be a different person, ignoring Sanders' orders, acting arbitrarily, with only himself in his eyes and no teammates.

No, you can't say it's just you, can you?

At least he could still see Mo Mengchen, otherwise who would he blow up?
Looking at the crazy Marbury, Hill is sure they can win the game.

It is inevitable to feel relieved, losing three games in a row, everyone is uncomfortable, and no one wants to spend Thanksgiving with four games in a row.

It's just that Marbury disobeyed Sanders, so why didn't he disobey Collins?
He looked off the court, and Collins' expression was not good.

He's absolutely pissed off, what will he think when the manager's authority is repeatedly challenged?

Hill wondered if Collins would find out that this was Mo Mengchen's decision.

If Collins really vented his anger on him, how should he deal with himself?
he does not know.

The education that Hill has received since he was a child is obedience. Before he met Mo Mengchen, he didn't know what disobedience was.

Until he met Mo Mengchen, his life began to change, and even he himself was influenced by the other party.

The training strike a few days ago, and the heads-up just now.

If it was him in the past, instead of following Mo Mengchen's orders, he would make Mo Mengchen stop what he did and obey the coach's orders.

Indeed, this is what is close to vermilion, red and close to ink, and black.

He is no longer who he used to be.

"Am I getting better?"

Hill thought.

On the field at this time, only two people are pure.

Mo Mengchen and Marbury, they both want to win this game, as for others, they have their own ideas.

After such a variety of confrontations, the game gradually came to a conclusion.

(End of this chapter)