You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 213

"The Pistons' [-]-game winning streak is wonderful, but I'm not responsible for delivering the beauty. My job is to crush the opponent's beauty. That's what I'm going to do."

After the Sonics arrived in Detroit, the team's head guard Gary Payton spoke arrogantly in an interview.

One of his two front teeth can be seen to be gold, and the scar he left here last year will never be erased.

One front tooth forged a feud.

Detroit is not surprised by Payton's hostility. They will be surprised if he doesn't say anything. This guy is not the one who will swallow his anger. He will show his attitude as soon as he comes. This is him.

That night, at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Countless fans flocked here, and the Palace of Auburn Hills was completely surrounded, and there were people sitting wherever they could sit. Tickets for this game were fired three times the normal amount.

"Sister, will the Pistons continue their winning streak?"

In the family area at the scene, Adrian asked Ephraim.

Ephraim is not sure. The Sonics are a strong team in the West. Last season, they reached the finals in one fell swoop. They are also known for their defense. The advantages of the Pistons are the depth of the lineup and the home court advantage.

But the depth of their lineup has never been fully utilized, how much can the home court advantage help them?

Ephraim is not an experienced fan, and she only knows a little about the situation of the Pistons, so she can't give a definite answer. Out of trust in Mo Mengchen, she nodded heavily: "Yes, they can continue the winning streak." momentum."

"I knew they would do it!"

If the generals of the Pistons knew that a 10-year-old child's confidence in them came from an unfounded affirmation from his sister, how would he feel?

To be sure, someone must be bitter.

In the commentary, tonight is also a rare big battle.

Vinier Johnson and Marv Albert and Bill Wharton.

"The Pistons and the Supersonics continue to lead, what do you two think?" As the host, Johnson still understands this etiquette.

Albert smiled and said, "This game is very important, let me brew it up, let Bill talk about it first."

Shanren first rolled his eyes at his partner, "This also needs to be brewed?", and then showed his weird eloquence in front of the national live broadcast: "I want to say, this will be a battle between Tibetan mastiffs and spotted hyenas."

There is no doubt that the spotted hyena will win.

"The Sonics as a whole are very dynamic. They know when and where to do things. This is why they reached the finals last season. They can almost claim to be the greatest overall runner-up in history."

Countless championship runner-up teams who have been dubbed great have cleared their throats through time and space.

"It's a pity that they met one of the best teams in history." Walton laughed after he finished speaking.

Yes, he claims that the 72-win team is one of the best teams ever?one!

"Bill, maybe none of them." His partner tried to correct this, because it would be tongue-in-cheek.

But Shanren said what he said, and Jinkou couldn't change it: "No, it's one of them. In my heart, the best team in history has an owner."

"Oh? Which team is so unlucky to get your favor?" Johnson joked.

"Does it need to be said?" Shanren smiled confidently, "The Celtics were in the 85-86 season."

Walton said: "That team can win any type of game, whether it's personnel status, strength, fitness, All-Stars, comprehensiveness, willpower, game intensity, offense and defense, no matter how you want to play, They can handle it."

This is simply the most shameless bragging in history. Every fan knows that you, Wharton, are the sixth man of the Celtics. Do you want to brag like that?
It was a rare time that Mo Mengchen actually agreed with what Wharton said.

The strongest team in history in his mind is also the 86 Celtics.

Why not the Bulls last season?First of all, the Bulls' 72 wins have caught up with the era of the league's great expansion, and there are a few more bad teams with bottom results, which makes it easier to score. What about the 86 Celtics?They face almost the most intense competition in history, which is the period when the NBA's talent pool is by far the deepest.

Demon Bird Contest, 84 Diamond Generation is about to enter its peak, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Moses Malone, Dr. J, and a group of superstars with great strength in the 70s are also sharpening their swords. It was against that background that he played 69 wins and was full of dominance.

But there must be some people who disagree, after all, Joe chooses Joe.

But in Mo Mengchen's heart, the 96 Bulls are not even the strongest team in the Bulls' six championships, although they won 72 wins.

When friends meet, they should stare wide-eyed.

"We finally met again." Peyton sneered, "Do you know how much I miss you?"

Mo Mengchen sneered, "Thinking I'll knock out your other front tooth too? Well, I'll try my best to satisfy you. Two big gold front teeth are more symmetrical than one white tooth and one gold tooth."

Hearing Mo Mengchen take the initiative to mention this matter, the glove was so angry that his face was distorted. His anger seemed to be more violent than a hurricane: "I will make you make a fool of yourself in front of the home audience tonight, you trash!"

"Being alone has the advantages of being alone, at least you don't have to face life and death anymore, but you have such a bad mouth, be careful of your family's life loss." Mo Mengchen smiled lightly.

Peyton shut his mouth, eyes burning with anger enough to make anyone feel hot.

Teammates of the two stepped forward and pulled people apart so they wouldn't choke before the game started.

"Are you going to argue with him?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen asked back: "You think I do?"

The old mother spoke earnestly, and hoped that Mo Mengchen could listen to a few words of truth: "A mad dog bites you, you can't bite back, right?"

"You're wrong. If I don't bite back, it will think I'm a bully. Not only will I bite back, but I will also stew it to make dog meat soup!" Mo Mengchen said murderously, "That's the only way to get rid of it." Eliminate future troubles."

For this kind of dangerous person, Hill has always kept a respectful distance. His parents never let him play with such a bad guy since he was a child.

But now there is no other way, the two have become teammates, how can they be separated?Can only make do with.

The game is about to start, and the main force of the Sonics has only one adjustment compared with last season.

Still those five: Payton, Hawkins, Schramf, Kemp, and the center were replaced by Jim McElvine.

McElvine has a height of 218. When jumping the ball, his height gives him an advantage.

Players from both sides surrounded the middle, and Payton's upper lip twitched, like those dogs bared for food protection.

The referee threw the ball and the ball flew into the air.

Mo Mengchen and the others didn't expect Ratliff to jump to the basketball, so they backed away at the same time as the referee threw the ball into the air.

Ratliff lived up to expectations, failing to jump to the ball.

But if he hit the ball at this time, the scene would be a bit embarrassing.

Peyton took the ball, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he ran through the half court, charging towards Mo Mengchen's position.

"Sure enough, the two matched each other right from the beginning of the match!"

the narrator shouted.

"Go to hell, bastard!" Peyton turned his back directly from outside the three-point line, pointed his raised butt at Mo Mengchen's waist twice in a row, and turned inward instantly.

He failed to push away Mo Mengchen's body, but his skill in finding a gap was top notch.

Mo Mengchen was careless, the ball was passed by the glove, Ratliff wanted to help defend, but was worried that he would pass the ball, he couldn't get up and down, it was very embarrassing.

If the glove is him, he is in a dilemma. Outside the paint area, he throws the ball gently and rubs it into the basket against the backboard.

"Without other people's help, you are nothing fucking, just watch it carefully, I'm going to blow up your defense so easily tonight!" Peyton roared.

Ratliff just wanted to apologize.

Mo Mengchen said, "It's not your fault."

After all, Mo Mengchen didn't take the ball, turned around and ran to the scene.

Barkley next to him said: "He thinks it's not your fault, but it doesn't mean you can think the same way. It's your fault that you didn't make up for it just now."

Ratliff didn't ask why, he understood.

The grievances between Mo Mengchen and Peyton are well known in the world. Whoever has the upper hand in the confrontation between the two tonight will be able to dominate the situation, which is also a boost to the morale of both sides.

In principle, it would be better to let Payton pass the ball to let others score than let him force Mo Mengchen, because that would reverse the momentum.

That's what Barkley means.

(End of this chapter)