You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 223
"Listen to the cheers, the fans here are tired of losing."

Vinier Johnson has been depressed recently, not only because of the sluggish performance of the Pistons, but also because of his own scandal-being domestically abused.There is an unruly shrew at home, and work is not going well. The team originally wanted to rise, and then suddenly a conflict broke out within the team, followed by an inexplicable six-game period. Losing is a bit like riding a roller coaster, but as a strong team, you can't let fans ride a roller coaster.

A strong team means stability, and those unstable strong teams will at most leave a trace of "so and so came here for the first round" in the playoffs, and then quietly withdraw from the stage.

His partner Woods Sai expressed optimism: "Don't worry, they will be able to get back to their previous state."

"I hope." Johnson looked down at the warming-up players of the two teams, and said with some expectation, "They definitely don't want to lose tonight, because the opponent is the Suns. Charles and them are not a peaceful breakup."

Before the start of the game, Barkley walked slowly to the midfield and hugged his old buddy Kevin Johnson who had fought side by side with him for many years.

"Brother, I won't show mercy tonight." Buckley hugged Johnson tightly, "I'll give you a suggestion, don't get in my way."

Johnson smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely commit the heaviest rule in history on you."

The coach of the Suns, Danny Ainge, who made Barkley leave the team, didn't want to see Johnson and Barkley behave so harmoniously.

No matter how good their friendship is, they are now rivals.

In his day, what should opponents do?Fist hello.

At this time, Angie was still young, not as cunning as he was later. If it was him later, he would never break up with Barkley. Even if he wanted to let him leave, he would have to squeeze out his value. In this era, find a Billy King and someone who is eager to make the team rise. Dumb money and Russian owners.

"Amir, this!"

Ephraim and Adrian took their seats ahead of time, and Madeira was late, but at least she was not late, and arrived before the start of the game.

"Fortunately, I caught up." Adrian was dazzled by Madeira holding popcorn in both hands.

Ephraim didn't want her little brother to indulge in foods that would cause his figure to continue to grow sideways, but it couldn't be stopped right now.

"Eat slowly, Adrian," said Ephraim.

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he said it, he acted as if he was afraid of being robbed, and devoured it, which made them the most unique scenery in the family area.

"Oh my god, has that little brother never eaten popcorn in eight lifetimes?"

Jerome Williams opened his mouth, suddenly feeling hungry too.

"Do you want to die? That's Daddy's girlfriend's brother!" Don Reed kicked Williams' ass.

Williams rubbed his buttocks and said with a giggle, "Then that shouldn't be like eating popcorn, right? It's not a rare thing."

"If you want to become the nameless corpse on the overpass, you can continue to talk about it, don't come near me, I don't know anything." Reid let his hands go, and moved further and further away from Williams.

Mo Mengchen didn't notice the movement here, but practiced shooting seriously.

Before the game started, Collins tried to arrange tactics for his players, but except for Hill and Mo Mengchen who listened to him carefully, everyone else's eyes were blurred.

He seemed to be the teacher in the class of bad kids, while Mo Mengchen and Hill were poor students sitting in the front row who were too embarrassed to listen carefully.

Perfunctory, playful, what he did made no sense.

The game is about to start, and the Pistons' starters are Mo Mengchen, Hill, Michael Curry, Barkley, and Ratliff.

For the Suns, the starters are Kevin Johnson, Rex Chapman, Michael Finley, Danny Manning, and Holt Rod Williams.

The three frontcourt players are sluggish and athletically gifted, and the two backcourt players lack height. They look no different from the 1993 team that Jordan averaged the highest scoring average in the Finals. The back line lacks height and the penalty area. No Barkley either.

In terms of jump ball, the advantage of Williams in the Suns is not obvious. He is a typical player who will be completely forgotten once he retires. He averages 10+8 per game all the year round. In this era, this data could not be more common.

Ratliff is not that far behind him in height, and his bounce speed gives him an advantage when jumping the ball.

Together, Ratliff gave the racket to Mo Mengchen.

"Good job!"

The irritable Barkley roared, his sandbag-like arms raised horizontally, and asked Mo Mengchen for the ball.

Are you so excited?

Mo Mengchen sent the ball on the spot, and Kevin Johnson couldn't press it.

"It seems that you are sure that Chuck can kill a lot tonight?" Johnson asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen turned around and walked back. It was obvious that Barkley's attack was about to start. This scene was so weird that the fans didn't even have time to show doubts. Barkley carried Manning's body to the penalty area and forced a score.

"Your people can't stop me!"

After scoring a strong attack, Barkley rushed to Angie and roared.

Angie's face was extremely gloomy. This was undoubtedly a provocation to him. He would never accept such a provocation. Together, he deliberately asked Manning to go out and play pick-and-rolls.

Manning catches the pick-and-roll, the glory is gone, but no one will forget how much he was expected almost a decade ago.

If it weren't for injuries, there should be one more name in the league's superstar handbook.

Even though he is plagued by injuries, he can still average 20+7 per game.

Barkley followed up in a terrifying form, but Manning couldn't be scared. He drove his body, stepped out suddenly, pierced Barkley's defense, and flew to the basket to score.

It's hard to believe that this is a movement that a 208 cm four-five swinger can do.

2 is better than 2
"Theo, pay attention to help defend." Mo Mengchen shouted.

Ratliff nodded.

"give me!"

Barkley raised his hand and yelled.

Mo Mengchen shook his head helplessly, stopped his tactics, let everyone pull away, and then hit the ground to pass the ball.

Barkley came tonight with a murderous look, he was going to swallow his opponent alive, and everyone could feel the energy in him.

Manning and Barkley have faced each other many times, and they both know each other well, but recently Barkley has rarely attacked with all his strength like tonight.

At this moment, the tank-like body drove the 198-centimeter body into the 208-centimeter Manning. There was no way, this was the difference between 130 kg and 105 kg.

Barkley arched to the basket like a monster, and then scored.

"Chuck!"

"Chuck!"

The audience danced for it, Barkley has been with the team for so long, tonight is undoubtedly his strongest start performance.

"Mo, how am I doing?" Barkley asked aloud.

Mo Mengchen said: "Perhaps it was a wrong decision to make you lose weight?"

"Haha! Must!" Barkley was full of ambition, and gave Angie another smug face.

Ainge doesn't want to throw his entire team at Barkley, and Barkley isn't even the Pistons' toughest player -- those two haven't made a move yet.

Angie glanced at Hill, then at Mo Mengchen, especially Mo Mengchen
Damn, what a player.

He has been waiting for Mo Mengchen to enter the slump. As long as he is in a slump, Angie will propose a trade to the Pistons. Maybe that will really get him, but he has never hit the wall, and may never hit that side 99% of rookies will hit the wall.

Johnson took the ball, and Mo Mengchen's defense was in front of him.

"There are a lot of flaws, doctor."

Johnson can be seen as a fully weakened Westbrook, at least in terms of physical fitness, the two have some similarities.

As for sending the team to the crematorium without thinking, the two are 100% similar.

His outburst made Mo Mengchen envious, so he took it one step at a time.

There was no time to react. With Mo Mengchen's current lateral movement speed, if he could not make a prediction in advance, it would be impossible to defend a defender with top athletic ability like Johnson.

You know, this is not Johnson in his prime, in fact this is the tail of his peak.

His final 20-point season.

Even so, Mo Mengchen still had no choice but to watch him enter the basket to challenge Ratliff's defense.

This is a crazy defender who can dunk Olajuwon. Ratliff's defense is still a little tender, and he is forced to score 2+1.

"Mo, your defense is really bad~!"

Johnson yelled back.

You don't need to remind me of this.

Mo Mengchen had a meeting outside.

Curry suggested: "I'll guard him."

"It's feasible." Mo Mengchen is not an idiot, this is the simplest solution.

Neither he nor Curry can keep up with Johnson's speed, but Curry knows better than him how to deal with an athletic monster like Johnson.

The two guards of the Suns are both undersized players, and Mo Mengchen and Curry are the same no matter how they switch defenses.

"Shh!"

5 is better than 4
"Come on, Mo!" Johnson challenged.

Mo Mengchen stopped one meter outside the three-point line, pulled up
"Isn't it?"

Indeed not, Mo Mengchen was not overwhelmed, it was a pass.

Barkley cut to the basket, grabbed the ball in the air and dunked, scoring 6 points in a row!
(End of this chapter)