You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 419 Angry?Just be angry
Being educated by Jordan is a rare experience, and a big stage like the Eastern Conference Finals will make Louis M. Lore's memory even deeper.

He will remember every point Jordan scored on him.

I don't know when Mo Mengchen stopped helping him, but let Jordan score on him.

14 is better than 10
The Bulls led by 4 points, and the Pistons' pass was destroyed and out of bounds. They needed to organize a new offense.

Hill stood in the left corner, and he asked Mo Mengchen to pass the ball to him.

There is no time to hesitate.

If they lose this match, their journey will come to an end here, which Hill doesn't want to see.

There were many emotions in Devil Mountain's eyes, and his teammates saw the whole sky.

Pippen's center of gravity is very low, which looks no different from the 180 cm small guards, while Hill raised the ball above his head with both hands and slowly lowered it.

When a master fights, victory or defeat is an instant matter.

Hill's ball seemed to be dropped to the left, and he successfully brought Pippen's defense to his left. The difference may be a little bit, but the explosive power of Devil Mountain can turn this little difference into a thousand miles away.

He twisted his body violently and took a forced step, which was the difference between him and Pippen.

Also a playmaker with a height of 203 cm, Hill's explosive power is unmatched by anyone, and a half-second error is enough for him to break through Pippen.

At the free throw line on the left, Hill scored a jumper.

12 is better than 14
Hill is not like Pippen, he doesn't talk trash, even after scoring such a hard goal, he didn't show a little arrogance.

This kind of thing needs someone else to do it.

"Just fight like this, that bumpkin can't guard against you!"

Mo Mengchen spoke very loudly, afraid that Pippen could not hear, Hill had a bitter expression on his face, Mo Mengchen was so angry, but he was the one who suffered the wrath of the bison in the end.

"You don't have to be polite to him, just like he has never been polite to you."

After speaking, Mo Mengchen and Hill threw themselves into defense at the same time.

Pippen was stuck in a row and couldn't break through to a deeper position.

Born as a defender, he developed reliable basic skills since he was a child. His height skyrocketed in his first year of college. He has a bright future since he grew taller, but did not lose his flexibility. The basic skills he practiced as a child became his sharpest weapon. But he's not like Hill.

He can't pass whoever he thinks about like Devil Mountain.

If there is no big hole in the defense, it will be difficult for him to break through in one step.

Hill made a defense worthy of his worth in this round. This is the defense of the second team of the All-Defensive Team.

Pippen was so guarded that his scalp was numb. At a glance, the only chance was Luke Longley who was pulled to the right wing and approached beyond the three-point line.

There was only one chance, he passed the ball.

"Do you think we are idiots?"

Mo Mengchen, who was ambushing beside Ratliff, rushed over in an instant and intercepted the ball. Pippen suddenly found that Hill had already rushed forward after he passed the ball.

This is what they planned!

Pippen realized this.

The moment Mo Mengchen broke the ball, before his body recovered his balance, his right hand had already thrown the ball forward.

Only watching the footage repeatedly realizes what a horrible reaction it was.

"A missile-like pass, straight to Grant Hill's palm!"

Hill catches the ball, steps up the pace, and that's what he's got to prove.

BOOM!

14 is better than 14
"Scott, how many times have I told you? Give me the ball!"

Jordan crossed his waist immediately, and Luoer behind him was as delicate as a woman. It was impossible to expect him to resist Jordan.

Frauses let him play because he can hold the ball, three-pointers, and organize. His presence can give the team a little more outside, and it can also make up for the lack of outside firepower after Houston is off the court.

But Jordan defended him to death. He didn't have any chance to shoot. He just made a few basketball transition stations, and other bright spots were mediocre.

Frauses also thought about letting other people join, but after thinking about it, Lore was the most suitable because of his comprehensiveness.

45 degrees on the right side, outside the paint area, when most people break through to this position, they are ready to collect the ball and start layup, or dunk.

And here is also the best starting point for low-post attacks, 45 degrees, wide vision, passable and offensive.

Jordan looked back, not because he was afraid of Lore's defense, but because he just wanted to know if there was someone playing peek-a-boo behind this poor, timid and helpless bastard. If not, he would kill Lore alive.

Nobody, not a single one.

"It's a shame that your teammates are so trusting of you!"

Jordan sneered, his body continued to exert strength, and he had rushed into the paint area in the blink of an eye. Now is the time to attack. If it was later, the Pistons would have double-teamed.

Jordan turned and elbowed Lore, which was a routine inside confrontation.

Lol was pushed away and lost his best defensive position.

His position was occupied by Jordan, and when the trapeze jumped, Loll felt that he had scratched Jordan's arm.

The referee's whistle reminded him that it was not an illusion. He really touched the opponent, so he got a body whistle.

"Shh!"

Jordan shouted angrily, he didn't forget how Lore fouled him before.

"Cry for me, useless trash!"

Frouseth finally realized that Lore and Jordan couldn't match up, and he took advantage of this foul to replace him.

Luis M. Lore, this is his first appearance in the Eastern Conference finals. In these 6 minutes, he got 2 rebounds and 2 assists.

Don Reid replaced him.

"You did very well."

Before Luo Er left the field, Mo Mengchen stopped him.

"I'm not fine at all." Lore shook his head stiffly.

Seeing Mo Mengchen being so "considerate" to Lore, Hill felt very uncomfortable. He is not like this to other people.

"Mo, if you can comfort me like this, maybe I can play better." Hill said.

"Pull it down."

Mo Mengchen came to the outside line to watch Jordan add a penalty.

Jordan did not miss, 17 to 14.

Like Jordan, Hill played Pippen as Lore. His decisive position made the opponent behind him feel offended.

After all, Pippen has also won the All-Defensive First Team for many years in a row. What does Hill think of him?
"I will definitely make you regret it!"

Pippen said coldly.

Hill dribbled the ball, every muscle in his body under his control.

He also bumped twice like Jordan, and then turned over and jumped up. The shooting height made it difficult for Pippen to approach. Even if his shooting posture is a deduction item, this shooting height is enough.

"Hit again!"

"Grant Hill stepped up tonight!"

Hill clenched his fists and roared.

The anger accumulated over the past few days was ready to come out, and even a gentleman like Grant Hill could only yell like a rough man.

It was the only way he could vent it.

Pippen was so angry that he couldn't control himself. He wanted to drive to the basket and score from the dribble.

"How could I possibly let you get away with it?" Pollard's haircut was remarkable, and now he did something even more remarkable - capping Pippen!
He was very nervous, and he hadn't stopped from the beginning to the present. After the cover, the tension dissipated.

Hill chased back and picked up the basketball on the ground. Just like Mo Mengchen, when he got the ball, he didn't think about advancing, but searching for the teammates in front of him. That Pistons No. 9 with dizzying speed is not just the same as usual. Rebuke their assholes?

"Mo!"

Mo Mengchen received a long pass from Hill, but he couldn't get rid of Harper.

Mo Mengchen made a feint to the left, shaking Harper's center of gravity away, and then handed the ball to the right for movement, stepped into the three-point line, and jumped up.

Harper followed, patting his stomach with an extra hand.

Mo Mengchen directly put on a show and stunned the referee.

The ball was still rising, but the referee had already blown his whistle, which was also a body whistle. Jordan relied on the influence of superstars, while Mo Mengchen relied on his acting skills.

Harper spread his hands wishfully to express his incomprehension, and the referee found him a foul.

"It's not over yet!"

Walton called out as the ball got closer and closer to the basket.

Pfft!
Hollows perfectly into the basket.

It seems like a stone sinks into the sea, like heavy snow falling from the sky.

"The sound started to diminish, which usually only happens when the away team is doing well."

It's not just a reduction, those fans who came from afar shouted for this ball.

The United Center actually had the possibility of being dominated by customers. The number of these fanatical fans was only a few thousand, and the shouts in unison had the potential of the whole audience to shout wildly.

"Your cuties are not useless." Hill ran over and pulled Mo Mengchen up.

Mo Mengchen hated Hill calling his fans that, what kind of cutie are those annoying actuaries?The word cute has never suffered such an insult since its inception.

But tonight, he reluctantly accepted Hill's title.

The guys who are not afraid of danger and cheering for them at the United Center are really cute.

Mo Mengchen only hoped that this group of people was not the same as the idiots who affected his rest, interrupted his work, and even interrupted his warm-up.

"Shh!"

19 is better than 17
The Pistons lead by 2 points.

Mo Mengchen stayed in the frontcourt alone, and he wanted to press Harper.

"Ethan!"

"Ethan!"

"Ethan!"

Under the cheers of thousands of fanatical fans, Mo Mengchen's defensive strength seemed to be upgraded. Harper was cautious and nervous, and wanted to pass the halftime slowly with the idea of ​​not making mistakes.

His position was stuck, and seeing that there was no time, he wanted to use violence.

"Snapped!"

"@￥@!"

"Dor.Mo steals Ron Harper!"

The teammates off the field all stood up.

"Good job!"

They roared loudly, Mo Mengchen accelerated his dribble, and dunked with both hands.

21 is better than 17
Harper ran back annoyed, and suddenly found that Mo Mengchen had no intention of leaving, he wanted to press on.

"Don't go too far!" Harper yelled angrily.

"I like the way you are angry," Mo Mengchen saw that Frauses was about to change, so the defensive action was unexpected.

But the referee has never called a foul, so he can only continue to take advantage of it.

But the referee can't let him use the same method for two consecutive rounds to make Harper unable to pass halftime.

After a confrontation, the whistle was blown.

Foul by Mo Mengchen and is replaced by Joe Dumars.

"Judging from the last few minutes." Hubie Brown said in surprise, "How do I feel that Detroit is the team that won the match point?"

(End of this chapter)