You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 240 Adventurer

Whenever Barkley made a successful defense, he would yell loudly in the direction of Mo Mengchen.

"It seems that you and Charles have a little problem."

Stockton didn't look like a questioning between friends, but rather like a jailer interrogating a prisoner.

Mo Mengchen didn't respond. He didn't think it was necessary. He knew Barkley's temperament, and he wasn't narrow-minded like O'Neill. It might not be a bad thing to compete on the court now.

Maybe no one has ever dared to treat him like that in the locker room, and even if he did, he would have been beaten long ago.

Barkley didn't do anything, which shows that he also knows that his defense is not good.

In the second half, Barkley became another person. His motivation was astonishingly high. He did his best no matter whether he assisted defense, switched defense, or single defense. On the offensive end, he also let others play freely. What he did most was pick-and-roll and screens. .

After being a superstar all his life, he suddenly became a blue-collar worker. I really don't know how he adjusted.

Barkley's change is a good thing for the Pistons.

Although Buckley is an All-Star insider, he can also provide the Pistons with the most lacking inside offensive power, and he can also average 20 points per game.However, do the Pistons really lack an insider who can score 20 points?No, what they lack is inside defense.

While Ben Wallace and Theo Ratliff are strong players who can help defend, they lack size, which requires a strong power forward to protect them from the wind and rain.

Sadly, Barkley has no size, Mahon is old and rough, and Jerome Williams is just a rookie.

On the premise of not making transactions, the easiest way to improve this point is to tap the potential internally.

Barkley is getting older and older, and sooner or later he will have to transform.

Mo Mengchen has been looking for an appropriate time to speak clearly with him.Hill was injured tonight, and Barkley didn't do a good job defensively. The team needs to win this game, so the problem broke out.

Looking at Barkley who became more and more active, Mo Mengchen was a little surprised.

Barkley can't be an elite defender no matter how hard he tries, but as long as he's willing to put the energy of the offense on defense, he can do well.

Just like he commented on Rodman's rebounding-not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to.

In his opinion, compared to rebounding and defense, offense is what needs to be focused on.

After being scolded by Mo Mengchen tonight, he became much more energetic.

"Shh!"

Mo Mengchen's second goal tonight came from a three-pointer from the left.

The shot gave the Pistons a 10-point lead.

68 is better than 58
Jerry Sloan hesitated for a while, and now he should call a timeout to let the players take a breather, but Malone's fighting spirit is very strong, and it doesn't look like a timeout is needed at all.

The Jazz pulled away again, giving Malone an extremely comfortable space, and everyone was watching this round.

Barkley tried his best to go to the top.

Malone's muscles weren't much use at the moment.Because Barkley withstood his offense.

The offense was hindered, and Malone wanted to throw his elbow, but the space was too noisy, and the referee's attention was all here. If he threw his elbow, he would be called a foul even at home.

Seeing that he was about to violate the rule, Malone shouted loudly, stepped up and leaned against Barkley to pull up strongly, and scored a jumper.

Bleeding goal.

"Quick attack!"

Mo Mengchen shouted.

Speed-up is the core of the Pistons' tactics. In order to increase speed, they have abandoned all principles. As long as they can make the Jazz exhausted, they are willing to do anything.

Mo Mengchen only scored 5 points, 5 rebounds and 8 assists tonight, but he is definitely the most hated person by the opponent.

It was his unswerving implementation of the speed-up strategy that made the Jazz so embarrassing.

Barkley couldn't parry Malone's offense, they responded faster, no matter how many goals Malone scored, they could respond to as many goals.

Repeatedly, there is no possibility of catching up.

The frontcourt was set, Alan Houston caught the ball and made an emergency stop, pulled up a ball and made a hit.

70 is better than 60
For the Pistons, it was just an ordinary goal. For the Jazz, their hard-earned goal was returned within seven seconds.

Annoyed, Sloan immediately called a timeout, interrupting the Pistons' rhythm.

"We still need to do a lot of things if we want to win, but we are on the way to win now, keep going!"

Collins yelled.

Barkley was sweating and he sacrificed a lot for this game.

He has not spoken to Mo Mengchen, and Mo Mengchen has not talked to him.

The timeout is over, and the Jazz are looking forward to a reversal.

a cover,
Take another cover.

This seemed all too familiar to Mo Mengchen, there was nothing wrong with it, they wanted a three-pointer, and they would definitely let the most confident person take the shot.

Houston didn't realize this. He was still chasing Hornacek, but he didn't make any preparations and didn't know that the storm was coming.

There is no relationship, this is Mo Mengchen's duty. On the opposite side of Houston, he waved his arms and gave clear and clear instructions.

CIC Wang immediately gave up the chase.

The Jazz's tactic seemed to work, as Hornacek, who had been stalked by Houston all night, ran out of the open.

"No!"

Sloan yelled out.

No one cares about you, old man.

Mo Mengchen was at that position, grabbing a seat in advance.

This step ahead made him give up the defense of Stockton, which is a dangerous approach from the overall point of view.

Any time Malone delays the passing time by another half-second, he can see his old partner get the open.

It's a pity that success or failure is in seconds.

Mo Mengchen copied the ball and quickly counterattacked.

This scene can give Barkley a lot of inspiration. Mo Mengchen's defense is definitely not good, but few people will talk about him because he does his best every time.

Sometimes it can be prevented, sometimes it cannot be prevented.

It is in the majority when it is unstoppable, but who can blame him for this?
Look how fast he runs now!
Mo Mengchen rushed to the frontcourt, boos fell like a storm.

This made him change his mind of a commoner layup and finish the job. He grabbed the ball with his right hand, drove his body, and jumped to the highest point with all his strength.

The torn ACL took away his explosive power, but he is 197 cm tall, so if he really wants to dunk, there is no problem at all to make some show effects.

"This must be the best dunk of Dor. Mo's career so far!"

"Yes, the strength and coordination are very good. Although it seems that there is no difficulty, but the moment the ball is dunked, it is full of power and has a different kind of beauty."

Mark Jones exclaimed: "What an adventurer."

"Adventure?" Frauses thought the wording was inappropriate.

Jones said: "Yes, just when he steals the ball just now. That opportunity only appeared for a moment. Once he is fast or slow, it will lead to failure. Once he fails, there will be two positions on the position at the same time. Chance."

"I don't see it that way."

Frauses's smile made it difficult to feel disgusted by his rebuttal.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen followed suit and stole the Jazz's ball again.

"Look, he's not taking risks." Frauses seemed to be showing off, his tone became more confident following Mo Mengchen's counterattack with the ball, "We have a double-digit lead, so even if it is a Taking a risk is also a risk at a small price. However, he succeeded twice in a row, which shows that he is not lucky, but he has made thorough preparations."

Jones just had a different opinion.

The Jazz attack again.

"Look carefully, he's already prepared to retreat, and I've never seen anyone who is more cautious than him." Frauses pointed to Houston behind Stockton.

Where did Houston go after receiving Mo Mengchen's gesture?

Yes, he and Mo Mengchen had a handover.

"Even if he fails, or the ball goes to Hornacek, Hornacek can't make the shot, and Allan's switching defenses will ensure that Stockton has no chance to exploit."

"It's not a risk," Frouses said.

"Another steal!"

"Oh my god, Dor. Mo has three steals in a row!"

"Who will tell me what's wrong with the Jazz? They seem to be unable to cooperate all of a sudden, making mistakes again and again!"

Seeing that the point difference was fixed at 16 points and the game time of the third quarter entered the final minute, Sloan requested a timeout again.

Frouse raised his head and said with a smile, "It's over."

When Mo Mengchen walked off the court, the eyes of the coaching staff were full of surprise, while his teammates were only in awe. As for his opponents, the Jazz players and the audience, they hadn't reacted to what just happened.

What is the reason why this guy who has been keeping a low profile since the beginning suddenly broke out, stealing them three times in a row, almost turning the game into garbage time by himself?

Few people understood it.

Sloan was reluctant to give up the game just yet, with a full quarter remaining.

The 16-point difference is certainly disappointing, but it is not the last moment yet.

Far from there.

In the fourth quarter, the Jazz launched a fierce counterattack, and the Pistons counterattacked slowly under the control of Mo Mengchen.

The 16-point difference is like a reminder.

No matter how hard the Utah people tried, they couldn't rewrite the result in the end.

"At the end of the game, the Detroit Pistons defeated the Utah Jazz in the away game and won three consecutive victories!"

Amidst Albert's high-pitched voice, the game came to an end.

(End of this chapter)