You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 249 This idiot is hopeless
The fourth quarter started.

76 is better than 64
The Pistons' lead reached 12 points, which also made Collins relieved to replace Hill to rest.

The team was led by Mo Mengchen, and the other four were Houston, Don Reed, Mahon, and Ratliff.

Hill sat with peace of mind, leading so much, and with Mo Mengchen around, there would be absolutely no problem, he would definitely be able to control the rhythm steadily.

He looked at his ankle.

"How does it feel?" David Wise sat beside him and asked with concern.

Hill smiled and said, "Don't worry, everything is fine."

Hearing what he said, Wise couldn't be relieved at all. Hill played too hard today. Although the few dunks at the beginning cheered up the whole team, it was a big risk for himself.

He suggested to Hill many times to stop playing. During the regular season, he listened, but he lost control at the beginning of the playoffs, and he couldn't control himself at all.

Jerome Williams said on the side: "Don't worry, Sir Wise, Grant's body is made of iron. Did you see his dunk in the first quarter?"

"Heh" Wise laughed, perhaps it was a relieved smile in Williams' eyes, but only Hill knew how much dissatisfaction there was in his smile.

But there was no obvious discomfort in his ankle. It's not so much discomfort as that those dunks released the pressure he had had for so many days.

Suspected injury.

It's not a confirmed injury, that is, it may not be an injury.

He was worried and scared for so many days, maybe it was all unnecessary.

Those two dunks gave him a shot in the arm.

At this time, Mo Mengchen was preparing to clean up the mess.

The Eagles are still the familiar five players. Pettit is right at all. This pedantic old man only needs seven players to play.

Five people play regular time, wait until garbage time and drag two from the bench to deal with it.

Mo Mengchen decided to use this time to demonstrate some tactics that he hadn't played before. If he failed, he might be overtaken by others;

Outside the three-point line on the right, Mo Mengchen raised a hand.

Houston first ran beyond the three-point line, and Mo Mengchen handed over the ball.

Mahon and Ratliff pulled out at the same time, seeming to be a pick-and-roll for Houston, but instead of running to the side of the CIC king, they were inserted like flags at the left and right corners of the free throw line.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen got down and ran over.

A beautiful straight move, Blaylock needs to get past two lines of defense in order to keep up with Mo Mengchen, and he is out of position.

Leitner immediately chased after him, it was impossible for him to catch up with Mo Mengchen with his height of 211 cm.

There was no need for Houston to organize anything for this goal, because Mo Mengchen had already designed the tactics.

When the opportunity comes, he just needs to pass the ball.

"Shh!"

79 is better than 64
"It's a pity that the opponent has more players than you and plays more reasonably than you."

Mo Mengchen ran back and said to Zhongtou Wang: "Have you seen it clearly?"

Houston was taken aback, and his bewildered eyes clearly told Mo Mengchen that he didn't see clearly at all.

"Can you please stop sleepwalking while holding the ball? Can you take your brain with you?"

This tactic was originally designed for Alan Houston, and doing it in front of the person involved was to ask him to find inspiration, but now he actually stared at Mo Mengchen with a dazed expression.

"Of course I see it clearly. How can such a simple tactic be unclear?"

Whether you see it clearly or not, there can only be one answer now.

Mo Mengchen didn't believe him anymore, and shouted: "Be defensive, they are coming!"

The main force versus the substitute, the Eagles should have the upper hand.

The NCAA king-level player Laettner wanted to stand up and score for the team at this juncture. He raised his hands, leaned tightly on Mahon, and shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, Blaylock passed the ball.

A tough guy like Mahon is undoubtedly a lifelong nightmare for a technical big white soft like Leitner.

After several attempts to no avail, the NCAA kings passed the ball.

Smart people have smart solutions. Laettner pretended to cover for his teammates, and he even fooled his teammates.

Smith sprinted toward the corner, thinking Laettner would give him a good spot.

His containment helped Laettner destroy the Pistons defense, as did the Arrows.

Suddenly, Leitner turned and walked backwards.

Mahon didn't expect this move at all, and he couldn't make other reactions. Blaylock lobbed the ball and easily helped Laettner create an open scoring opportunity.

Laettner scored a slam dunk, 66 to 79.

"Boy, don't look at me like that."

Mo Mengchen's eyes made Ma Hong, a bandit who has been around for many years, feel like a mentally retarded.

"The defense in this round has fully told us one thing, IQ is really important." Mo Mengchen said to Reid, he hoped that Reed, who also played like a reckless man, could learn from Mahon's lesson.

Rhett made a haha ​​and didn't dare to respond.

"Then why don't you show me a smart man's attack?" Ma Hong didn't care about Mo Mengchen's ridicule.

"It's easy," Mo Mengchen patted the ball forward, "Follow me."

Ma Hong followed Mo Mengchen and listened to his orders.

The old bandit kept nodding, with more and more question marks on his face. Fortunately, it was not a question of incomprehension of tactics, but a confusion of "where did this kid come up with so many ideas?".

"Alan!"

Piston three two down.

The three dominated by Mo Mengchen are on the left, and Houston and Mahon are on the right.

Once the positioning is complete, the tactics will start.

The moment Ratliff stepped forward for the pick-and-roll, Houston moved to the top of the arc, and Mahon followed--the moment the pick-and-roll happened, Mo Mengchen made a breakthrough, disrupting the Eagles' defense and distracting their defensive attention. When Bo lay ahead and was about to deny the opponent's attack from outside the penalty area, Mo Mengchen threw the ball to the outside.

Almost as soon as Houston got the ball, Mahon came up and gave a powerful pick-and-roll.

The defensive distraction of the Eagles is simply not enough to deal with such a combo. Houston gets open and uses the pick-and-roll long-range mid-range shot.

Not in.

Mo Mengchen leaped up and threw the rebound out of the three-point line in front of the African mountain.

"You're going to be scolded," Mahon said to Houston.

Why should I be scolded. Houston thinks this is a good tactic, and his shooting is also a good ball, but even the god of basketball can't grasp every opportunity, can he?

"Come again!"

Mo Mengchen shouted.

The starting method of this tactic made their opponents feel a little familiar. The target of Mo Mengchen's pick-and-roll was Houston.

Both of them can pick and roll, and both can attack with the ball, which makes the Hawks' defense response problematic.

Mo Mengchen drove straight in, omitting all the subsequent steps, and directly made a layup.

81 is better than 66
Watching the score continue to rise, Hill has a feeling.

He won't play again tonight.

Mo Mengchen turned the game into a tactical practice game, but Collins might not be happy about it.

Because the tactics he played were not Collins' tactics.

These tactics are all at the end of the training. Mo Mengchen randomly pulls a few people out to play a few times, and the others watch from the sidelines. Therefore, everyone has an impression, and they will not be unfamiliar with them.

"Nice play, Detroit's No. 9 is really good," Pettit asked. "What's his name?"

Brooke said, "Mo Mengchen."

"Chinese?"

"He has Chinese ancestry, but he grew up in Australia. I heard that he is still a part-time doctor in a hospital in Detroit, so everyone calls him Dor.Mo."

Pettit looked at Mo Mengchen carefully, and said: "The defense is organized, the command is layered, and he has the demeanor of a general."

Before tonight, no one would have imagined that such a compliment as a well-organized defense would be used to praise Mo Mengchen.

However, just tonight, his defense is indeed extremely organized.

常规赛场均17分5篮板5助攻的布雷洛克被他防到只有7分4篮板6助攻。

In the last quarter, the confrontation he gave Blalock became more intense.

"Mistake!"

The boos at the scene pierced Blaylock's body like a sword. These fans who once regarded him as a darling now regard him as garbage.

Because he couldn't even beat Mo Mengchen's defense.

Mo Mengchen's Defense
In any case, he couldn't understand why Mo Mengchen's defense suddenly became so strong. It wasn't like this in the regular season.

Had he been faking it?

No, it can't be a disguise, who would pretend to be two seasons at once?

Every defender who played against Mo Mengchen thought his defense was terrible, and this was by no means groundless.

What happened tonight was beyond Blaylock's comprehension.

Now the point difference has reached 15 points.

Mo Mengchen patted the ball, they were about to win their first victory in the series.

In this era when three wins in five games in the first round can advance, winning the first win is of great significance.

It is still three or two.

Unlike last time, this time, Mo Mengchen and Houston are on the left, and the other three are on the right. In this way, the strong points are concentrated in one place, and the attack power on the right is empty.

Houston continued to pick and roll Mo Mengchen.

Seemingly the same beginning, seemingly different progress?

The Eagles were well prepared this time and tried their best to block Mo Mengchen's breakthrough, and Houston also had someone close to defend.

Mo Mengchen stopped abruptly and looked to the right. Their cooperation was going on, but it was not enough.

Not enough space!

As soon as his center of gravity was lowered, he made a change of direction in front of Smith. Before he could react, he turned around halfway and swayed his defense away, completely blowing up the line of defense.

"Is this a doctor?"

"This is Dad?"

"really?"

The teammates off the field were dumbfounded.

Mo Mengchen once again attracted Mutombo's defense. In order to protect the penalty area, he gave up the high post Ratliff. Under the cover of his teammates, the latter ran to the free throw line without defense.

Mo Mengchen turned his back to everyone, waved his hands to embrace the moon, and the ball flew upside down.

Exactly the same tactics.

It's just that the end point has changed from Houston to Ratliff.

"Shh!"

Ratliff fulfilled his mission and made Mutombo's selective defense pay the price.

"See clearly?" Mo Mengchen said to Houston.

The exact same tactics, only need to make a small adjustment to make the opponent into chaos.

The so-called Ebbinghaus illusion is nothing more than that.

Houston nodded ignorantly, pretending he understood.

This idiot is beyond help.

Mo Mengchen gave up on his treatment.

(End of this chapter)