You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 270 I Can Be As Crazy As I Want

Still the Bulls have the ball.

Jordan cuts in, takes the ball, and hits a jumper with Houston behind him.

38 is better than 29
The point difference suddenly reached 9 points. Houston was very frustrated by Jordan. Not only was he unable to defend, but he was also stuck with no chance when attacking.

Jordan's defense was ferocious and relentless.

"I know you are not his opponent, but I didn't expect to be beaten so badly."

Comfort and encouragement have no effect, Mo Mengchen can only be himself.

Houston was silent.

"The comparison between you and him is like a junior high school student and a college student. Is there really such a big gap?" Mo Mengchen asked repeatedly.

Ratliff delivers the ball.

Mo Mengchen didn't know what Jordan did to make a seemingly heartless guy like Houston look as timid as he met the shadow of his childhood.

They don't have much time, and the decisive point is in the second and third quarters.

The chaotic rhythm, Pippen and Rodman are back with the second offender, this is their chance.

As long as these two get into a foul crisis, Jordan and Harper are not enough to support the Bulls' defense. At the same time, the Pistons need to play the offensive in the regular season.

These two points are indispensable.

If Rodman and Pippen cannot be allowed to encounter a foul crisis, the Pistons' offensive will not be able to rise; even if these two are caught in a foul crisis, if the Pistons cannot grasp the opportunity, they may not be as good as the Pistons based on their scoring ability in positional battles alone. bull.

Now that the two key players are not present, Mo Mengchen needs to find a way to reduce Jordan's shooting percentage and recover the points at the same time.

Houston was lost and Barkley wasn't there.

Then
Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball to the front court, Barkley was not there, Houston was suppressed, and no one could help.

Only on your own.

he thought.

Only on your own.

Harper's defense slowly opened up.

Mo Mengchen raised one hand and shouted: "I SO!"

what?
Harper changed color, singled out?Does this guy look down on me?

It's not new for the core players to go one-on-one in the NBA, and it's not that Mo Mengchen hasn't done such a thing before. It's just that at this time, it seems that it hasn't reached the time for him to go one-on-one.

Seeing what he said, the others immediately opened up the space.

one-on-one.

In the Bulls, Harper doesn't need to do too many things, as long as he does a good job of defense. Obviously, degenerated athleticism is no longer an issue, as even his current athleticism is an advantage against most guards.

Unless, his opponent is a big point guard like Mo Mengchen and a brisk small guard.

Mo Mengchen took the first step, passed the ball to his left hand, swayed to the left, and slid to the right. Harper saw his way. It was not difficult, and the key point was not swaying.

Mo Mengchen also doesn't like to make a lot of moves and then shake people away to shoot the ball, which is a trick to please the audience. If he has to shake people, he will choose to shake them.

His physical ability is not an advantage, nor is it a defect. Although it is not much, it is enough, as long as it is not wasted.

He admired simple breakthroughs, and at this moment when he was facing Harper, all his strength rushed behind him and conveyed it to Harper.

Harper stared. He didn't expect Mo Mengchen to invade his defense in such a way. The confrontation between the two was evenly matched. However, Mo Mengchen took the lead and broke through Harper's defense violently.

In the penalty area, Jason Caffey guarded the basket strongly, trying to stop Mo Mengchen's invasion.

Kafei roared and slapped Mo Mengchen's ball.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen pulled the bar with his hand, and his left hand flashed wonderfully past Kafei's block, only to hear the whistle sound like thunder, and he hooked the ball back to the basket with his backhand.

At this moment, his strong upper body strength became the reliance for him to force a layup. Kafei failed to destroy his center of gravity, and the ball flew behind him, hitting cricket and scoring.

"And one!"

Mo Mengchen quickly walked beyond the three-point line and called Houston to his side: "When defending, sell an opening to force Michael to break through."

"Why?" Everyone on earth knows that Jordan's breakthrough ability is extraordinary.

Mo Mengchen said: "Because he feels hot right now."

"However. If you let him break through, his success rate at the basket will be higher." Houston said hesitantly.

Then we can only pray.

Mo Mengchen placed his bets on the three-time block leader in the future and the second-team Ratliff of the two-time All-Defensive Team.

Add free throws.

31 is better than 38
Maybe Jordan saw the ambush set by the Pistons. Houston's defense had a lot of holes, but he didn't choose to break through, but let Kukoc step forward to play the pick-and-roll.

The Croatian stepped forward and reacted quickly. He cut down at the first time, and the trapeze pressed the timing and played the ball in time.

Kukoc grabbed the ball and leaped forward, avoiding the future shot-blocking king with a beautiful move. This move was so beautiful that it was hard to believe that it was made by a six-foot-ten man.

It's just that the last shot aimed at the basket lacked strength.

The ball hit the neck of the basket and fell slowly.

Not wanting to let this opportunity slip by, Ratliff grabbed the rebound and threw it to Mo Mengchen from beyond the three-point line.

Mo Mengchen took the ball with his back, and could feel that behind him, a person was about to grab the ball.

He lifted the ball up immediately, and the moment the man rushed over, he turned around and passed his steal.

Jordan was furious and ran after him.

Mo Mengchen didn't bother with him, and found the target of the pass with only one dribble, ignoring the flying man's pursuit, and sent a long pass to help the wide receiver touchdown like a quarterback.

Being suppressed by Jordan and blown up by Jordan is not the first time for Houston. He needs to adjust his mentality and he has to help the team.

Therefore, as long as there is a chance to fight back, he is the fastest runner.

The ball behind him finally caught up with him, and Mo Mengchen seemed to imbue the ball with a magic power, neither too fast nor too slow, impartial, and fell into Houston's hands at the best position.

Every time he receives such a long pass like divine help, Houston's admiration for Mo Mengchen will increase.

The opponent is no longer the rookie who has no qualifications but shouts at the veterans. Now Mo Mengchen is the leader of the team.

Even Hill admits this.

Houston was unconditionally unable to follow Mo Mengchen's leadership. He took this wonderful pass and made a layup.

This counterattack is just the beginning.

The Bulls rely on Jordan and want to consolidate their advantages, but Jordan wants to drive other people, because he is too old to be full of firepower as soon as he comes up.

It's his idea to let other people look for the status first, and then go down to earth when they can't open it.

However, starting with Kukoc's chic pull rod, the Bulls lost power.

No matter how good the offensive cooperation is, if you can't score the ball, everything is meaningless.

For the next four minutes, Jordan was the only Bulls player to score.

40 is better than 40
Zen master couldn't understand why the team's offense suddenly fell to freezing point, he called a timeout angrily, his face was full of anger: "It's not time to relax yet!"

he roared
At the same time, he is also very clear that blaming the team will not change anything, and the best way to improve the offense is to switch back to the main force.

Therefore, the Bulls' first five tigers all returned, when the scores were tied.

Mo Mengchen realized that this was the real winning point.

Whether it's victory or defeat, it's all in one fell swoop.

It is difficult for them to encounter such a blackout in the Bulls again, and he can even foresee Jordan throwing a tantrum at his teammates during the halftime break.

Get those guys back on their feet.

Those have nothing to do with him, what he has to do now is to make good use of every moment that follows.

Harper wanted to break through, and his start was ferocious.

The problem was that it was too fierce, Mo Mengchen stood firm on the spot, and when his body bumped upwards, he fell to the ground directly.

"Beep!"

"Offensive foul!"

"NO~!" Harper smashed the ball vigorously.

"Dor.Mo is playing his best."

"Not just offense, he can help the Pistons in every way."

Mo Mengchen looked at the solemn Rodman and gave Collins a wink.

It's time for Barkley to come back.

Collins saw Mo Mengchen's hint, and immediately called Buckley to his side to give careful instructions.

At the same time, Mo Mengchen made a tactical gesture with his hands: "I SO!"

again!
His approach angered the bulls.

A person who usually doesn't go heads-up at all, actually frequently heads-up tonight?It's a disdain for their defense.

A good old man like Harper was furious: "Don't be too arrogant!"

"is it?"

Mo Mengchen's voice fell, Ratliff kept up with the pick-and-roll, and Rodman's defense was amazing.It was also at this moment that Mo Mengchen suddenly felt that it was unnecessary for Barkley to play.

Rodman was coming for him.

well.

Mo Mengchen leaned against Rodman's body and gave him an elbow.

It has always been Rodman who made small moves for others, how dare this junior treat him like this today?

The flower tiger was furious and rushed forward, but Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball horizontally to avoid it and jumped up.

Rodman, who was trapped in anger and couldn't help himself, continued to move forward. His height and bullet speed were far stronger than Mo Mengchen, and he was sure to block the shot.

Right in the air, when Rodman's shot-blocking hand fell, Mo Mengchen's right hand turned into an assisting hand. He held the ball with his left hand and shot a three-pointer gracefully like a left-hander.

The moment the ball was released, Rodman hit his right hand.

"Beep~~~!"

The harsh whistle sounded on time, and Rodman's brain was left blank.

An incredible left-handed three-pointer flew straight to the basket and bounced off the board.

"OH~~~~!!!"

"The Incredible Dor.Mo!"

"Dennis Rodman's third personal foul!"

Everyone was in a daze, Mo Mengchen turned to face the bulls, and said arrogantly: "Sorry, I can be as crazy as I want!"

"If you're not happy, just guard against me, you old turtles!"

(End of this chapter)