You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 263 Only Like This
Hill has seen many big scenes, but none of them have been as tense as they are now.

As long as they win this game, they can advance.

As long as they stay ahead until the end of the quarter, they can end the series.

However, he was unable to play for the team at such a critical moment. Thinking of last year's failure, he regretted and was angry. If he lost this time, he would not blame anyone but himself.

68 is better than 64
The Pistons have always wanted to widen the score and play fast. Both sides have scored a lot of counterattacks, but the pace of the game has not been very fast, because consuming Mutombo in positional battles and playing fast are two things that are contrary to each other. .

Mutombo's physical strength has been exhausted, but there is still a quarter of the game. He has to stay on the court at the risk of injury, and every defense must overcome the demons in his heart in order to defend the best effect.

Mo Mengchen called a pick-and-roll, and after Ratliff stepped forward to block it, he cut inside instantly.

Mo Mengchen's dismantled position is too good, he can shoot the ball, or he can hit the ground and pass to Ratliff. For the consideration of hitting the opponent, passing to Ratliff is a more favorable option, because as long as he challenges from the front Mutombo can break the Eagles' defensive system.

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand and smashed it forward, hitting Ratliff on the ground.

His passing is all about it, and he believes that Mutombo is not as powerful as he used to be, which is another mistake he made tonight.

The might of the African mountains remains.

Ratliff was fearful, and Mutombo's defensive steps were too slow to protect the rim due to his physical strength. As long as the former made a ferocious dunk, the latter would be helpless.

However, because of fear, because of Mutombo's previous 8 big blocks, Ratliff did not dare to dunk on his head, but chose a layup instead.

What's even more frustrating is that Mutombo didn't destroy his layup, but just stood still and gave him a little deterrence. Ratliff threw the layup himself.

"What the hell is this?"

The great opportunity was wasted, and Doug Collins was so angry that he wanted to trade Ratliff, a useless idiot, after the game.

Mutombo's defensive deterrence allowed Ratliff to miss a layup, and Laettner grabbed his tenth rebound of the night. Looking forward, he locked on the handsome man who looked like Jordan, and Hill The same devil's long pass, in place every second.

Mo Mengchen chased after him with all his strength. He was the player who played the most minutes on the Pistons tonight, and he is also the player who runs the hardest now, but Blaylock can easily beat him in terms of speed.

In terms of straight-line acceleration, he is far from being the opponent's opponent.

Blaylock rushed to the basket, only the air guarded him, and he had nothing to worry about, and he made a layup.

66 is better than 68
"Mo, Grant's injury doomed you to failure. What do you think you can do?" Braylock ran past Mo Mengchen, "You are destined to be a first-round prince."

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and Houston ran back.

"He said that without Grant we are doomed to fail." Mo Mengchen sent the ball to Houston.

CIC Wang waited for Mo Mengchen to enter the field and returned the ball to him, saying, "He's farting."

This is the rare time I agree with what you said so much.

Mo Mengchen patted the ball forward and continued, "We'll play diagonally later, and I'm going to the low post."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Houston didn't really believe in Mo Mengchen's low-post ability, and the opponent was still a good defender like Blaylock.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to explain. After these four matches, he was convinced that his strength was far above Braylock's.

What is the most important thing about low post matchups?
is power.

Where is the dominance of O'Neal and Yao Huang in the low position?It's also strength. O'Neill's height and weight combined with terrifying explosive power make him the most terrifying restricted area monster in history. Yao Huang's combination of height, weight, strength and technology also makes him one of the few low players in history. devil.

Although he is not as heavy as Blalock, his upper body strength and lower body strength are stronger than his opponents.

This is what he relies on, and at this time, they really need someone to play the answer ball.

After halftime, Mo Mengchen handed over the ball.

This move made everyone's face change.

"No, Mr. Mo, you can't pass the ball!" Adrian yelled.

Mo Mengchen did not become a supporting role in this battle, on the contrary, he was the absolute protagonist.

As he handed over the ball, the Pistons pulled away two or three, and Mo Mengchen was on the same half as Houston. He was in the low post, firmly pressing down on Blaylock.

"Oh!"

"He wants to hit back?"

"Oh my God, he's going to hit back!"

The magician screamed and asked, "Is he going to back up? Does he back up? Has he ever backed up someone?"

Microwave can give him an affirmative answer, but now is the critical moment, and Mo Mengchen has never backhanded an opponent of Blaylock's weight.

What Mo Mengchen has always been praised for is his rationality. He always makes the right choice at the right time and place. His post-ups are also aimed at those little guys who are defending him in the wrong position.

Blaylock is not small and has a strong body. It is open to question if he backs up such an opponent at the moment when he needs to score.

"You are dreaming!"

Braylock, like everyone else, thinks that Mo Mengchen is a person with no low-level ability.

"I think you're blown out of your mind. Who do you think you are? The cripple sitting on the sidelines?" Blaylock knows how to piss off opponents with rude trash talk.

Mo Mengchen held the ball, his thighs were close to Blaylock's, and his hips were also pressed against Blaylock's body. He could feel the opponent's defense through the touch of his body.

Sensing with the thigh is a skill of Jordan, and probing with the hip is a method that Hill taught him.

Blaylock's trash talk went with the wind, and Mo Mengchen's ball fell to the ground, and he slammed back hard.

Such a terrifying force made Braylock terrified.

Just this one time he was sure that if the opponent wanted to hit back like this, he would be unstoppable.

Thinking of this, Braylock just wanted to double-team him, and at the same time tried his best to resist his impact—at the moment Braylock exerted his strength to hardtop, Mo Mengchen sensed the power, and he did everything he could, using his strength to twist his body Makes a nice front turn, throws Blaylock perfectly behind, takes another step forward, flicks the ball, and scores.

70 is better than 66
The surprise and horror on Blaylock's face was comforting.

"This expression is much better. It matches your ugly face very well. Keep it up."

Momun's words were like salt on a scar, continuing to irritate Braylock.

But Blaylock is not the same Blaylock they met for the first time, and both sides know each other well.

Blaylock knew exactly how much the man had grown.

Just as he will never forget how vulnerable Mo Mengchen was in the past, he will not forget how many shortcomings Mo Mengchen has filled today.

It's only been a year.

Blaylock, who wanted revenge, also asked his teammates to pull away. He took a big step back, and then accelerated forward with all his strength, passing through Mo Mengchen's defense. His speed was too fast.

This kind of acceleration made Mo Mengchen unable to think of a better way. Even if he caught up, the straight-line speed could not compare with Braylock.

Blaylock leaps up for a dunk.

Ratliff stopped him.

The ball landed and was picked up by Mutombo. The African Dashan, who had no physical strength, looked at the basket and still scored a dunk under Barkley's interference.

This is the advantage brought by height, which can be reflected everywhere in offense and defense.

But he's about to break down.

Mo Mengchen didn't stop, and didn't give him a chance to breathe. He was obviously exhausted, but he insisted on speeding up the pace of the game.

Barkley sent the ball, and Mo Mengchen seemed to be playing the last attack without a timeout. He dribbled the ball to the frontcourt like the wind and fire like lightning.

Blaylock decided to go forward and press, because now both sides are out of position, and even if he is out of position, someone behind him can make up.

It was his preemptive step that made Mo Mengchen think of a wonderful way to break through.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen put his back on Braylock, and the ball in his hand slapped Braylock's crotch like a spirit snake, only to feel the cold wind passing under his crotch, Mo Mengchen turned around one after another to grab his body, and stepped forward Catch the ball from Blaylock's crotch and accelerate past him.

The audience applauded this wonderful feat, but they couldn't help worrying about the follow-up attack.

Steve Smith filled in.

At this time, Mo Mengchen couldn't care about protecting himself anymore, and forcibly bypassed Smith's defense with a large European step. When Mutombo had no time to return to the basket to defend, he made a throw shot.

bang!

72 is better than 68
"Dor. Mooooo~~!"

Mutombo just ran beyond the three-point line, and Mo Mengchen's offense was over.

He panted heavily, and stared at Mo Mengchen fiercely. This bastard changed the game to a rhythm he didn't like from the very beginning.

The war of attrition, the fast-paced offensive and defensive battle, no matter which one, made it impossible for him to adjust his breathing properly, and now he has really reached his limit.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at the timer.

They trailed by 4 points, with 6 minutes left in the game, what a long game.

Mutombo's teammates thought the same as him, this game was really long, anxious and depressing, because they thought about that again, as long as they lose, they have to go home, and this whole year's hard work is in vain up.

Surprisingly, Mo Mengchen did not retreat, he chose to press Blalock from the frontcourt.

"Is he crazy? Where does he have such physical strength?" Mahon called out.

Hill was not surprised, this is a very strange thing.

Only by making himself nowhere to retreat can his teammates have no way to retreat, so that they can forget: even if we lose this game, we still have the next game.

Only in this way can they defend their home court.

Only then can this damn series end tonight.

Only in this way,

Only in this way!

(End of this chapter)