You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 252
The next day, in the training hall provided by the Eagles, the Pistons played a fierce confrontation game.

The intensity of this confrontation makes it impossible to imagine that this is a confrontation for the purpose of maintaining state. In order to avoid unnecessary injuries, the coaching staff usually restricts the confrontation of players, but here, confrontation is the theme, and confrontation is At the core, confrontation is everything.

Mo Mengchen played against Dumars, Houston played against Curry, and Hill played against Don Reed.

Mo Mengchen was repeatedly broken by Dumas.

In order to save his strength, Ratliff did not put in place the defense, and he was reprimanded by Mo Mengchen.

"I need you to concentrate on the game!" Mo Mengchen roared.

Ratliff misunderstood: "But... Mo, you can guard them when you are playing."

"Because I increased the confrontation at that time," Mo Mengchen explained, "If you think I can freeze the opponent every night, then you are wrong."

Mo Mengchen said: "I need you to use all your strength to deal with the match, you must stop JD!"

"Yes!"

Ratliff let out a roar and began to devote himself seriously.

Dumars started to have trouble, and Ratliff didn't see him as the soul of the team, like the enemy, eager to block every shot he had.

One ball, Dumars has knocked him away, Ratliff still waved, hit Dumars in the cheek.

This intensity has exceeded the plan of the coaching staff.

"What are you doing? Can't tell the enemy from us?" Collins scolded.

Ratliff held out his hand to Dumas without saying a word.

Dumas covered his mouth and said to Kenny Smith standing beside him, "Come up and stand for me for a while."

Smith's sausage mouth was accompanied by a reluctant yell: "I'm going to be murdered by these young men who don't matter!"

Dumas covered his mouth, looked at the apologetic Ratliff and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

I fucking miss this feeling.

Dumas said in his heart, and changed clothes with Smith.

Inevitably, Dumas's mouth was still bleeding, and Ratliff's blow was useless and hit him firmly in the face.

Some people have been injured, but the intensity has not decreased.

Collins' words didn't work, he heard Mo Mengchen's roar, yes, this incident reminded him again, whose team is this.

That person's right to speak outweighs everything here.

Collins was angry and unwilling, but he was powerless to stop him. The person he picked and personally brought into the team has now become the backbone of the team.

If he was given another chance, would he bring Mo Mengchen into the team?
He still will, but he will stick together with Mo Mengchen from the very beginning.

He'll find a way to be best friends with him, not just a coach-player relationship.

Too bad he never got another chance.

Collins had a hunch that this tough and tough man would one day open the eyes of the world.

He walked away, unwilling to watch the match without his influence.

"Shh!"

Alan Houston scored a game-winning three-pointer to win the matchup for the Black Team.

He raised his ball-handling finger, imitated Mutombo's tone, and said to the white team headed by Mo Mengchen: "NONONO, how could you win? The great I will never allow this to happen."

"Don't be complacent, isn't it just a game?" Reid kicked the ball away from his feet.

"Sometimes, one game can decide a lot." Houston paid tribute to the second graders led by Mo Mengchen, "Remember this moment!"

This ball seems to mean a lot.

Game2
In order to find out whether Wilkens' words affected the referee, Mo Mengchen made a high-intensity frontcourt press on Braylock at the beginning of the game.

The whistle didn't come right away.

Blaylock is not used to this kind of defense.

"He fouled!" Wilkens forced the referee to make a choice.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, and the verdict indicated that Mo Mengchen could not make such a defense in the future.

A chain, if one of the links is missing, will be interrupted. Mo Mengchen's defense against Braylock is based on pressing, supplemented by pressure, and then using anticipation and outstanding lateral footsteps to make judgments.

Unable to apply pressure, his defense is useless.

Only relying on anticipation and lateral footsteps, Blaylock is not afraid at all.

Mo Mengchen gestured to the people behind him, telling them to pay attention to the defense, so the Pistons returned to the old rhythm, always someone behind Mo Mengchen was ready to make up for the leak.

Once back to the previous rhythm, the Eagles' system became complete.

They could play a genuine two-three system, and Blaylock regained his freedom and began to take the initiative to attack.

In the first quarter alone, they relied on the home court and fired with full firepower, beating the Pistons 27-17.

"Dor.Mo's defense was only a flash in the pan in Game1, and Mucci is alive!"

In the second quarter, Hill, who realized that the situation was wrong, stood up and scored consecutive points.

He first hit a three-pointer that was completely emptied by the opponent, and then helped Mo Mengchen defend on the defensive end, blocking Blaylock's counterattack.

After scoring 5 points in a row, Wilkens made a gesture to ask Blaylock to feed the ball to Mutombo and let him break the game.

Mutombo's skills are very rough. Although he can make a living in the low position with a zombie hook, in general, he is still a rough guy with incomplete means, especially when he has no touch. The hook also fails.

Hill, who is descended from the gods, took the rebound, took the steps of the devil, and flapped his wings. He flew up and dunked again.

Scored 2 points in less than 7 minutes.

He stopped the Eagles with his personal ability.

Wilkens called a timeout to adjust, and then let others pull away. It was still a singles, but the executor became a more confident Steve Smith.

His singles helped the Eagles stabilize their position, Hill fell into a positional battle, and no one let go of his breakthrough space.

The Eagles changed to a close-fitting press, and such a defense made him more freewheeling. He took the first step to win the league, and there was no one outside the penalty area. Inside the penalty area, the African mountains began to remind people of him once in a series He played 31 goals and helped the team successfully complete the first black eight in history to help defend against the devil.

"boom!"

Hill was blocked and the Eagles counterattacked.

Once again the form was reversed.

Hill failed to help the team change the situation at halftime.

48 is better than 33
At halftime, the Pistons trailed the Hawks by 15 points.

"Tonight, this group of people seems to have changed." Brooke said in surprise.

Petit, who was also sitting in the guest seat, nodded: "Yes, they used the referee, which is very similar to that old man in Boston."

In the second half, Mo Mengchen scored a three-pointer at the top of the arc, which symbolized the prelude to the Pistons' counterattack.

Then, Allan Houston hit shots from all over the place like crazy.

Goes around the corner, cuts outside the arc, shoots, hits.

The low post suddenly broke free, received Barkley's screen, caught the ball from the free throw line and made a shot.

The tactics were locked, and the whole team had no chance. He took a shot at the buzzer from outside the three-point line, and it still hit.

"This guy suddenly went crazy!"

Houston scored 21 points in a horrific seven-game streak, filling in the 15-point hole by its own ability.

Then, the momentum of the Pistons began to lose control.

Hill takes over the offense, Barkley takes over the offense.

Mo Mengchen seems to have a pair of eyes that can sense the touch, and whoever has a good touch will crazily stuff the ball until he misses the shot.

At the end of the third quarter, the Pistons ignored the Hawks' two timeouts and went from being 15 behind to leading by 14 points.

Wilkens has been coaching for decades, and he has rarely seen such a reversal. Within one quarter, the situation changed drastically.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, and Blaylock had time to defend and gave him a wide open.

Mo Mengchen received the ball.

Startled, Blaylock threw himself out.

"Beep!"

Three-point foul by Blaylock.

Not finished yet,
The ball flies high, straight to the basket.

Mo Mengchen laughed because - "This goal must be scored!" He said in his heart.

Swish!
He was lying on the ground, and the scene was like an execution ground, filled with disappointment, despair, pessimism, sadness and heartbreak.

The more than 3 fans at the scene could never have imagined that this game would turn out like this.

What happened?
Blaylock gasped.

"He only took three shots tonight."

"It's all three-pointers."

"All hits."

"If he hits a penalty, he can get a triple-double!"

Mo Mengchen soon saw Hill and Houston walking towards him, and Ratliff and Barkley helped him up from behind.

Four people stood beside him.

"Get ready to back off and I'll put the ball in."

Mo Mengchen said it affirmatively, without giving other instructions, stepped forward to complete the penalty, and scored four points.

"10 points, 12 rebounds and 16 assists, this is Dor.Mo tonight."

Pettit looked at Mo Mengchen after executing the free throw and said, "This guy is like a bird standing on a branch."

"On his face, you can't see worry and disappointment. He always has only one expression, and that is the expression of expecting victory."

"He stood confidently on a branch, not because he believed that the branch could support his weight, but because he had wings, and he believed in his wings."

Pettit said: "In this increasingly fancy league, it's really rare to see such a young man. What's his name?"

Brooke said sadly: "Mo Mengchen works part-time as a doctor in Detroit, so everyone still calls him Dor.Mo."

Brook remembered that during the last live broadcast, Petit asked Mo Mengchen's name.

But this time, he should keep it in mind.

At the end of the game, Wilkens saw the disappointed faces of the players.

In the era of five games and three wins in the first round, what does it mean to lose two home games in a row?
Needless to say.

They have come to the edge of the cliff, and then they have to go to Detroit to meet their ultimate fate.

can we come back
Wilkens thought he would confidently give an affirmative answer until he saw Mo Mengchen's face.

He should be smoking a cigar to announce that the series is over.

If it was that person, he would definitely do it.

Thinking of this, Wilkens lost all confidence.

　Ask for a monthly ticket, today is still the fourth watch, thank you Fei Yi for the reward.And the climax of this volume is approaching, I will have more outbreaks recently, and I must win the medal of frequent outbreaks this month.angry#
　　
　
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