You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 259

Time: October 1997, 5.

Location: Palace of Auburn Hills, Detroit, Michigan.

Background: Trust me.

Tonight, the people sitting in the commentary booth all have a lot of background.

Vinier Johnson, Magic Johnson and Marv Albert.

A Pistons star, an NBA historical superstar, and a gold medal commentator.

Johnson's job is to explain the real-time game situation, the magician is in charge of bragging, and Albert is assisting the magician in bragging. If he brags something inscrutable, someone has to explain it, and the fans have to understand it. The unfathomable awesomeness is actually not that awesome, but if you understand this awesomeness, you will be awesome, so are you awesome?
"Adrian, come here!"

Medela had already come to the family area to occupy a seat. Ephraim was dragged by Adrian to buy a big bucket of popcorn. The small store in the Auburn Hills Palace Arena heard about the relationship between Ephraim and Mo Mengchen. Many discounts were also given.

Although Ephraim tried hard to help his younger brother get his weight under control, his younger brother's weight was getting out of control.

"Wait to lose. Without Grant, what else can you do?"

Steve Smith looked arrogant, as if it would be true as he said, without Hill, the Pistons would be dead.

Mo Mengchen held Blaylock's hand politely, turned around and was about to leave without saying hello to the others.

"Mo, don't you want to shake my hand?" Smith asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen turned back and said contemptuously: "When the game is over and you are about to go home crying, I will shake hands with you—if you still have this kind of leisure at that time."

The person who was scorned was not angry, but the black giant beside him was angry. Mutombo said angrily: "Smash their hopes in their home court!"

Both sides retreated to halftime warm-up.

The most surprising thing is the Pistons' starting lineup, which has undergone amazing changes.

Momochen, Houston, Louis M. Lore, Jerome Williams, Prester Lauderdale.

Except for Mo Mengchen and Houston, the other three are not regular main players, and they are not even considered a rotation.

Off the court sat Michael Curry, Barkley, Thorpe, Mahon, Dumars, Ratliff.

But let three people who usually can't play at all start.

"Is Doug Collins' brain caught in the door?"

Collins' series of bad reviews has affected many people's views of him, including Vinier Johnson. Looking at this ridiculous starting lineup, the microwave oven has a kind of "we have a spy in us" feeling.

"Is this really okay?" Houston also doubted.

"The game will last four quarters." Mo Mengchen said, "It's no big deal to lose the first quarter. We have to prepare for the last three quarters."

224 cm Lauderdale and Mutombo jump ball.

His height makes fans and teammates feel safe. Except for himself, he is very clear about his own strength. Although his height and wingspan are stronger than that of Mutombo, he is comparable to a DPOY-level defender like the opponent. There is simply a world of difference.

Jumping up, Lauderdale's height advantage could not win the ball for the Pistons at the beginning.

In four straight games, the Eagles have won the opening jump ball.

"This is a good start." Mo Mengchen patted Lauderdale's buttocks, "Da Pu, you know what I need you to do, let it go!"

Lauderdale breathed heavily. He knew that although he was the starter, he would not play for a long time, and every second of his presence should be meaningful.

He spotted Mutombo and slammed into it.

Mutombo didn't expect Lauderdale to fight against him like crazy. He is also a giant, but the opponent is taller than him and weaker than him in physical strength. How long can he last like this?

Against a heavy monster like Lauderdale.Dikembe's zombie hook was no longer available, and Blaylock chose to attack from Laettner, who was a rookie who was easier to deal with than Priest.

Laettner's skills are not possessed by many insiders, but it is not his strong point to force a bulldog like Williams with his back.

Williams' crazy confrontation caught him off guard.

The Pistons' two rookie insiders grabbed the opening perfectly, and they frantically fought against their opponents, but instead suppressed them.

Leitner passed the ball and was intercepted by Mo Mengchen.

Blaylock had to foul.

"It seems that you are not ready." Mo Mengchen whispered in Braylock's ear.

Blaylock squinted and squinted, "Don't get complacent too early!"

"From this round, Jerome and Priest's performance is better than expected." The magician said cautiously, "Maybe this change will bring surprises."

Collins sat on the sideline with a sullen face, whether it was a surprise or not had nothing to do with him, because it was not his adjustment.

Collins glanced at Mo Mengchen - during training yesterday, Mo Mengchen came to him with Hill's previous inspection report, half suggesting, half threatening.

If he doesn't line up his troops according to his ideas, this matter will be made public.

Collins had no choice but to say yes.

"Strange position."

Mo Mengchen, Houston, and Lol formed a triangle on the outside, Williams pulled outside the paint, Lauderdale got stuck in the waist, and wanted to go one-on-one with Mutombo?

Everyone in the audience had question marks on their faces.

Lauderdale eating Mutombo alone?They heard that Lauderdale couldn't even beat Mahon when they played in the team match. Now they want to eat Mutombo?Isn't this a joke!
"Dapu, be brave!"

Mo Mengchen dropped the ball in.

Few people get that opportunity, and Lauderdale knew he had to prove his worth.

He has no skill, no physicality, and never had this much autonomy in the low post.

But he has the size and weight, he has the brute force, and if he hits Mutombo recklessly, scoring is not impossible.

"Ahhh~~~~!"

The 224cm Chicago giant let out a long roar, gathered all his strength and slammed back, once, twice, three times, four times.
Dikembe Mutombo is also a tough man, such a hard top is a great loss to his physical strength, but he never retreats.

Lauderdale never took a shot until he was in a comfortable position, and he kept holding it until the referee whistled.

"Violation of backing up for five seconds!"

Lauderdale put the ball on the ground and ran forward.

Mo Mengchen followed him and said, "That's it. Next time, calculate the time accurately and attack before the five-second violation. Don't be afraid of his defense. You are taller and stronger than him. Use this."

Lauderdale just nodded.

Now, not to mention the coaches of both sides, even some senior fans have seen the intention of the Pistons.

Consumption, this is the core of the Pistons' tactics.

They don't care about Lauderdale's success rate, but they need him to consume Mutombo desperately, for which he will not hesitate to give up the first quarter or even the first half of the game.

And this consumption is not limited to the inside line, the defensive strength of the outside line has also gradually increased.

They are testing the referee's scale, what kind of confrontation is within the scale.

A muscular fight is quietly staged in a corner invisible to the audience.

Ten seconds later, Lauderdale savagely knocked down Mutombo, and the referee blew the first foul of the night.

Wilkens was furious: "This is a malicious foul! Mr. Referee!"

Lauderdale was expressionless.

Mutombo's anger almost rushed to his head, and the game restarted.

Keep fighting.

Blaylock was so entangled by Mo Mengchen that it was difficult to organize the team's offense. He chose to pass the ball, but who could he give the ball to at this time?

Smith ran out.

Houston met him, and with just one step, he broke through Houston. This start was really fast enough. In just an instant, Williams put Laettner down and barked to catch up.

He bumped Smith from the side, but didn't blow the whistle.

Smith thought it was a foul, but the whistle didn't sound as he expected, and he couldn't find the direction to attack again.

"boom!"

Lauderdale took the rebound and threw it to Mo Mengchen.

Confrontation, plus rhythm!

Mo Mengchen saw Luo Er in front of him and sent a long pass.

His long pass is not as easy as Hill, but his vision is different from ordinary people so that his pass can always reach the correct position.

If Lol remembers correctly, this is the first time he has started in such a crucial game this season.

A small player like him is all about waiting for an opportunity, and when it presents itself, never letting it slip by.

Maybe after this game, he is still an inconspicuous little character, but he hopes that he can say to all those who have expectations of him-he has done his best!
"Almighty Lewis hit back for a dunk!"

Almighty Louis, this is one of the jokes that Lore has spread the most among Pistons fans, even the commentators know it.

"If they want to fight you, fight them and destroy them!"

Wilkens roared angrily. He couldn't accept that the complete starting five was suppressed by the opponent's strange lineup of half main force and half marginal players.

To break this situation, someone needs to show their personal ability to break the situation.

Lauderdale is definitely the biggest variable in this game, and his influence on Mutombo is greater than imagined.

When he's not bothered about playing well, he can fight as hard as he can.

His confrontation is reckless, he doesn't consider fouls at all, but Mutombo can't, he must not only pay attention to his own fouls, but also save energy as much as possible.

But Lauderdale confronted him like this, and he couldn't control himself at all.

In less than half a minute, Lauderdale fouled again.

Mutombo fell to the ground again.

In five straight possessions, Mutombo fell four times, Lauderdale got two fouls on his back, and it was all worth it as he made a ferocious post-up drive that drew a defensive foul on Africa Mountain.

He roared loudly.

Goliath, the giant of the Motor City, is crazy. Mutombo is his enemy, and he wants to fight the enemy to the end.

That's it, don't stop.

Mo Mengchen said in his heart.

PS: Let’s do this today, and it will explode tomorrow.

　Mo Mengchen: Outburst means as few as five shifts and as many as six shifts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)