You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 264 May Sadness Stay On Your Face Forever

Two chapters in one
No one expected that Mo Mengchen would become the top scorer of the Pistons.

78 is better than 74
In the last 4 minutes, Mo Mengchen has scored 25 points, 7 rebounds and 6 assists.

Blaylock broke through the pick-and-roll, and Ratliff followed up with the block and scored his fifth block of the night.

Although it is inferior to Mutombo's 8 big hats, it is already an outstanding performance.

The more critical it is, the more the determination of the team and players will be tested. How much effort do they need to make to get out of the quagmire?
Ephraim took a deep breath, and another deep breath, it was difficult for her to control her emotions.

Adrian was holding half a bucket of popcorn and had already forgotten how to move his mouth. He just wanted to witness the last 4 minutes without missing a second.

Madeira was beside them, and this situation reminded her of the fifth game of the first round last year.

This group of people also persevered to the end, and eventually fell short.

What about this time?

This is not the last game in the true sense. If they lose this game, they still have a chance to reach the semi-finals, but then they have to set the fate-determining final battle in Atlanta.

Decide the outcome in the opponent's stronghold?No, that would be too risky.

Mo Mengchen changed direction, broke through Blaylock, cut through the Eagles' defense like a knife, and flew to the basket. If he can score this goal, the lead can be extended to 6 points.

In moments like these, every point counts.

Mutombo, who seemed to be down at any time, only rested for a few minutes. He looked weak, but he fought hard to save at this critical moment.

In order to avoid his block, Mo Mengchen had no choice but to risk the ball to the basket. As for the result, it all depends on whether the inside line can keep up.

Ratliff yelled, jumped up to grab the offensive rebound, and slammed his backhand into the rim.

"Theo Oooo~~~~!"

The ball made the teammates off the court jump up in sync, struggling to smash out the towels in their hands.

What a brave shot?
80 is better than 74
pause?The thought flashed through Wilkens' mind, and Blaylock waved his hand, signaling not to let the game stop, and Steve Smith and Laettner moved forward at the same time.

None of them want the rhythm of the game to be interrupted suddenly.

Wilkens, who has coached on this field for decades, has nothing to stop them at this moment.

Go ahead, go give it a go!
Go, fight to the death!

The angry eagles were about to fall from the clear sky. They saw the snakes, rats and ants wandering on the ground. For them, they only needed to dive, swing their claws, and aim at the target.

Duke's king star opened the way for their trump card, and Hill immediately recognized the tactic off the court. He stood up and shouted: "Beware of Steve Smith!"

Regardless of whether this reminder is timely or not, the following scene cannot be avoided-Smith cuts out, takes the ball, Houston catches up, blocks the block one step faster, is caught by the opponent with a time lag, and jumps up and shoots.

Smith's hand was in the air, the ball spun like a whirlwind, and everyone knew where it was going.

"Shh!"

"Okay~~!"

Smith clenched his fists and roared, "My three-point arrow will kill you all tonight!"

With 3 minutes left in the game, it was 77 to 80.

Mo Mengchen wiped off his sweat and moved forward with the ball.

Blaylock is waiting for his arrival on the LOGO. He will definitely press after Mo Mengchen passes halftime. If he is lucky, he can force a return.

The offense started with Mo Mengchen's breakthrough, the others began to move, and Houston ran out from the side.

He knows the ball will come.

Mo Mengchen got into the crowd alone, but threw the ball out before making a mistake. That was Alan Houston's position.

Last year, he missed a lore here.

Houston still regrets it, and that moment will never be repeated. He caught the ball, aimed at the basket, pressed his body, and shot a textbook jumper.

Swish!
"Again!" Vinier Johnson yelled, "They're the Lights of the Motown, and we have our own heroes!"

Driven by the commentator, the fans went crazy and stood up, waving their hands and feet and roaring as hard as they could.

After the magician and Albert looked at each other, they didn't know what to say.

This team, which reached the top twice in the late 80s, has not won the playoffs for too long, and they need a victory to prove themselves.

The Eagles were dressed in blood-colored robes, and Blaylock's thinking was extremely clear. He knew who to give the ball to and who was hot.

The whole team is creating opportunities for him, it's you!

Once again, Steve Smith caught the ball from the left three-point line, the defense didn't lose position, Houston raised his hands high, never fell behind, and even so, the opponent showed no fear.

With an arrogant look on his face, Smith yelled loudly, and the ball hung high in the sky and took off.

"No one can stop me!"

The Eagle King roared.

"Shh!"

2 minutes 33 seconds

80 is better than 82
The Hawks are still 2 points behind, and the pace of the game is getting faster and faster.

The internal lines of both sides could no longer keep up with this rhythm. Dikembe Mutombo was exhausted, and Barkley was also weak. Ratliff and Laettner both lost their combat power in this decisive battle. Even the opponent can't be found, because often the attack is over just after the matchup begins.

The two sides scored goals in a row, as long as one side missed, the situation would change.

The pace is too fast.

Mo Mengchen couldn't adjust his breathing rate well, he suddenly controlled the scene, stopped outside the three-point line, and let everyone take a breath.

Raising his left hand, he shouted: "Take your time, hit a ball, we are leading, don't worry!"

That's it!

Hill clenched his fists.

Mo Mengchen stretched out two fingers on his left hand, and then, Houston began to move. It was the scalpel 2 tactic, an extremely trivial tactic, but it must be a great opportunity if it succeeds.

Mo Mengchen started to break through, he needed to make a beautiful cut like a scalpel, but he couldn't cut too big, too big would mess up the formation, and the formation couldn't be messed up.

Eagles can't mess, and neither can they.

Serious surgery is always neat.

Because once a mistake means death, the scalpel tactics are the same.

"Beautiful break, play still working, Alan Houston! He ran out! Pass!"

The microwave roared loudly as if he was on the field.

Mo Mengchen paused, and passed the ball with his left hand.

The CIC king took the ball. This was a good opportunity. He paused and jumped up to make a shot.

The rhythm is wrong.

"boom!"

Houston's mind went blank, Laettner took off the rebound, and everyone knew what he would do. It was his long pass that made the Eagles' counterattack so terrible.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen rushed in front of Laettner and made a rough foul on him.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blows.

Personal fifth foul.

Mo Mengchen raised his hand and ran back with his teammates.

There are still two minutes left in the game.

Houston looked ashamed, but now is not a good time to apologize.

"Don't apologize, we haven't lost yet, no one can seize every opportunity." Mo Mengchen said.

Eagles serve.

Mutombo passed the ball to Smith.

"not good."

No reason, just a sense of unease, playing so many games, that's how players feel if something is about to happen.

Smith, who scored two three-pointers in a row, got the ball again and advanced alone without giving it to Blaylock.

He will not pass the ball, he will personally solve the offense of this round.

How long does this moment take?
Houston defended in front of Smith, and he was already stuck, but judging from the current feel of the opponent, such a defense is far from enough.

Smith tentatively dribbled the ball, and then, without hesitation, collected the ball at 45 degrees on the right side and pulled it up.

Desperate and helpless.

"Shh!"

"Steve Smith made three three-pointers in a row!"

"Atlanta overtook it!"

"Detroit asks for a timeout!"

83 is better than 82
1 minutes 26 seconds

Mo Mengchen looked at the score and the timer.

In less than a minute and a half, the game will be over.

will we lose
"Don't let Steve Smith get the ball, you've seen his touch, from now on, do whatever it takes."

Mo Mengchen wiped off the sweat from his face and took a sip of Gatorade.

Walk past Hill.

"Mo." Hill called him.

Mo Mengchen turned around.

Hill said: "You said, you will win this game."

Mo Mengchen met Hill's eyes, and all the audience looked over.

The camera is also pointed here.

Mo Mengchen said: "Please bear witness, Grant."

"How many timeouts do we have?" Mo Mengchen asked Collins.

"One," Collins said.

Mo Mengchen said: "No matter what happens, don't suspend the game, I will call the last timeout!"

In front of Mo Mengchen, Collins had already lost everything as a head coach, so he said, "I leave it to you."

For many, this is trust.

Only they know that one is helpless and the other is strong to the end.

"I don't think we can contain Steve Smith," Mo Mengchen said to his teammates, "but in terms of offense, we can't lose."

Houston shouted, "Give me the ball!"

"Run to a good position."

After all, the game restarted.

Blaylock wanted to press the frontcourt, Mo Mengchen fought hard and accelerated to pass.

In the end, the pace of the game slowed down instead.

Mo Mengchen bent over and made a very dangerous crotch dribble, because every time the ball passed his crotch, it gave Blalock the illusion that he was going to activate.

Each time, Blaylock followed suit until the very end.
Mo Mengchen sent a through pass to Houston.

The CIC king pulled up and scored.

84 is better than 83
The Eagles served halftime, and the game entered the final minute.

Houston followed Collins' orders, giving Smith maximum defense.

At this moment, the legendary home court advantage finally appeared. As soon as the high-intensity defense came out, the referee did not respond, and Smith fell into a difficult situation.

The Eagles team continued to serve him, with screens and pick-and-rolls, none of which stumped the CIC king.

Dodging and dodging, the CIC king played the defense of the best defensive team level, so that Smith never got a chance to catch the ball.

In the end, it was Blaylock who made a hand-off pass with him before getting the ball into his hands.

Mo Mengchen faced Smith, and they only had 5 seconds.

Smith wanted to shake Mo Mengchen away. In the last three seconds, Mo Mengchen stuck Smith on it like a plaster, and raised his hands high-Smith, who couldn't get a foul, could only make the most stupid shot choice, a strong shot.

The rebound flew high, and Mo Mengchen wanted to grab it, but Smith blocked him.

Barkley jumped up with all his strength, but he was not tall enough to get the rebound.

This rebound finally fell into the hands of the tallest man.

Mutombo!

Africa Dashan immediately passed the ball outside.

With 36 seconds left, the Eagles had another 24-second chance to attack, and they were only 1 point behind.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

Mo Mengchen roared.

Everyone has discovered that at this moment, as long as there is no non-basketball action, no matter how much confrontation there is, the referee will not blow the whistle.

The Eagles were caught in a dilemma, and Blaylock once again felt the terrible preemptive pressure. He couldn't imagine why Mo Mengchen dared to make such a defense at this moment.

Isn't he afraid of fouling?

He has already fouled five times!

"Time is running out!"

Seeing that the chances of victory were about to be extinguished, Duke's king star, the most calm person in the Eagles, and the king who had made the final decision at countless critical moments in the NCAA field, ran out to catch the ball.

Blaylock has no other thoughts, passing the ball is the only thing he can do now.

The moment Leitner received the ball, the ball didn't stick to his hands, and he hung it again.

"Oh Nooooo~~~~~!!!"

Mutombo gets the ball open!

There were more than 2 people at the scene, and they could only watch the African giant, who could not even jump, take out his only strength and score a slam dunk.

85 is better than 84!

The Eagles took the lead!
Mo Mengchen called the team's last timeout on the court.

Wilkens looked around the field, and he saw Terry Mills, the insider who had been with Mo Mengchen for a year in the Pistons.

"Terry, do you know what tactics they're going to play?" Wilkens asked.

Mills said, "I know it at a glance."

"Go up and replace Dikembe."

Wilkens decided to take a gamble.

"They got Terry Mills!"

Someone reminded.

"Poor Terry, didn't he play until the last minute?" Dumars thought. "But, that's the experience of that old guy. Terry knows our tactics very well."

Mo Mengchen didn't let Collins arrange any tactics.

He surrounds him with Barkley, Houston, Michael Curry, Ratliff.

"I don't know how to lead you to win, so I keep trying!" Mo Mengchen shouted, "I play fast for a while, and play slow for a while. I just want to find their weaknesses, but I still can't find them!"

"Don't look for it, we don't have time!"

Mo Mengchen stretched out his hand, and the others folded their hands. He tore up and shouted: "We don't have to find their weaknesses! Look at the people around us. We are willing to dedicate and sacrifice for each other. We have fought side by side since last year until now. , the last 14 seconds, let's fight for each other! Let's fight for the brothers who can't play! Let's fight for the audience who have been shouting from the beginning to now! Let's fight for glory and victory until the last moment !"

"123~!"

"DET~!!!"

Mo Mengchen saw Mills, the former comrade-in-arms who is now standing on the opposite side.

"Mo, I'll stop you!" Mills yelled.

"Did you see it? The person who knows you best is on the stage." Blaylock smiled ugly. "Do you feel panicked, Doctor Mo?"

Tough catch.

The eagle's defensive strength is also very strong, and the referee's scale is equal, and it is not biased because of which side.

Mo Mengchen stretched out a finger at the top of the arc.

It's the No. 1 scalpel tactic!
Mills yelled, "Watch the pick-and-rolls on the wings, they're coming!"

The smile on Mo Mengchen's face grew stronger, and Barkley ran to the forefront of the team and stood beside Blaylock.

"I won't let you succeed, Mo!" Mills stepped forward and knocked Mo Mengchen back. At this moment, Houston and Curry crossed each other, forming an X-shaped curve.

Mo Mengchen quickly passed the ball.

Yes, Tactic #1, Terry.

But do you really understand Tactic 1?

The same tactics, only need to change one detail is two completely different offenses, do you understand, Terry?
Houston runs, the scalpel-leaving tactic that Mills understands, and the end point is Houston.

Ratliff's pick-and-roll was solid, and in the last three seconds, Houston ran out of the corner.

Terry Mills, former comrade-in-arms is now on the opposite side, determined to kill Detroit's last hope.

2 seconds!
Houston took the ball with both hands, smiled at the moment Mills threw it, and then passed the ball.

Ratliff blocked Mo Mengchen nearby, and at the last second, Mo Mengchen took the ball and shot it, and in an instant, the ball passed the sky.

"No!"

Blaylock yelled.

Mo Mengchen turned around slowly, and pointed his shooting finger between his eyebrows, which turned into a pistol, to the camera. At this very moment——"Shua!"

"@%@#￥#!"

"Dor.Mo buried Atlanta! At the last second, OH~MY~GODDDDD~!!!"

"We've advanced!!!"

Mo Mengchen's pose lasted for two seconds, and then he was overwhelmed by his teammates. They pressed up one by one, trying to crush him.

Mo Mengchen was in pain and embarrassment, but at the same time had endless joy, he couldn't accurately describe this feeling.

Great pain is the same as great joy, because it is short, it is eternal.

Wilkens took a long breath. He didn't know what else the team could do. They shouldn't lose. Their strength was stronger than the Pistons without Hill, but this game just lost.

The man, killed them at the last moment.

He doesn't know if the players on the field will leave shadows, he only knows that starting today, in countless late nights, he will dream of the number 9 of the Pistons, receiving the ball at the last second, and lightning before the lights are on The shot, like a sword piercing the throat, completely ended them.

He turned around and pointed a pistol-like hand between his eyebrows. What does that mean?
Wilkens didn't want to know.

Blaylock looked bleak, and great pain wrapped his body, and he cried out.

"This expression is much better."

There was a nasty voice, and Blaylock looked up, tears of heartbreak on his face.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "May the sadness stay on your face forever."

　There is no update today, the reason why I post it together is because it looks smoother this way.Finally, ask for a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket, and a reward.

　　
　
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