You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 420 The Meaning of a Pass
At the end of the first quarter, the Pistons overtook the Bulls.

At that time, both Mo Mengchen and Hill were sitting on the sidelines.

There are many people playing, which has always been the advantage of the Pistons. Since the semifinals, this advantage has gradually disappeared. The second team played smoothly in the regular season. Sai trusted them that much.

Maybe it was Mo Mengchen and Hill who infected other people, they let go of their hands and feet completely.

After Mo Mengchen and Hill left the field, they still maintained a steady performance, and finally scored 31 to 27 at the end of the first quarter.

The Pistons lead by 4 points.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Mo Mengchen and Hill were still resting, the Bulls let Pippen lead the three armies alone, and Jordan sat safely on the sidelines.

The coaches of the two teams are very clear that it is just a stalemate. If there is no big defeat, they will not make changes in advance.

Dumars called the pick-and-roll and drove the pass to Ratliff high up.

"Shh!"

Ratliff scored a field goal, 33 to 27.

Kerr dribbles in from the perimeter, and he's painfully small compared to everyone else because a single slam could knock him to the ground.

But as long as you have really fought against him, you will know that he is by no means such a fragile person.

This is a tough guy who dared to fight against Jordan in the training camp. Standing on such a big stage, he would not be stage fright. He dribbled into the paint area, pretending to be a jumper, but actually looking for a passer.

Pippen caught his pass.

"Good hat!"

Ratliff blocked Pippen's basket shot head-on, which drew cheers from his teammates.

Dumars wanted to speed up the pace to fight back, but the weight beyond his body's tolerance made it difficult for him to speed up.

He had to slow down and wait patiently.

"His weight was really too much."

On the side of the Pistons, team doctor David Wise made repeated complaints: "His behavior is not only not conducive to the game, but also not conducive to health. Obesity is one of the greatest enemies of human beings."

It was said that Prester Lauderdale, who weighed more than 155 kilograms, secretly glanced at the team doctor, and then looked down at his waistline.

No matter how you look at it, he is a fat man.

He doesn't usually play games, and he doesn't pay attention to the maintenance of his body. His waistline has grown circle after circle.

Strangely, no one thought he was fat, maybe because he was too tall.

But he is really fat. Even if you look at a giant of 224 centimeters, there is no giant of the same height who is fatter than him—please ignore Chairman Yao after retirement—he asked Mo Mengchen for advice, The other party rarely gave a vague answer.

"If you want to lose weight, just lose weight."

That's what Mo Mengchen said, it's not a Mo Mengchen-style suggestion.

He's always straight to the point and not equivocal.

"Shh!"

Ratliff hit another high jumper that Longley's backup, Billy Wennington, couldn't defend.

"35 to 27." Hubie Brown said in surprise, "Can you believe it? The point difference has come to 8 points."

Walton looked at the sidelines, and he saw Bulls No. 23 standing on the sidelines: "If this is the goal of the Pistons, then their goal has been achieved. They forced out the big devil who was resting."

Zen master replaced Jordan in advance, this is to increase the team's offensive firepower.

At the same time, he also replaced Pippen who played from the first quarter to the present.

For the Pistons, Alan Houston was replaced.

Two fouls at the speed of light in the first quarter, Houston has been on the bench since then, and now has another chance, the opponent is still Jordan.

"I guess you're going down soon," Jordan said dryly, "because fouling is the only way you can stop me."

Houston looked up and spouted: "Shut your fucking mouth, why don't you check the score? We lead by 8 points, you incompetent leader."

If Houston set out to piss Jordan off, he's done a good job.

Mo Mengchen paid close attention to the duel between the two, and he wanted to know why Houston was beaten so embarrassingly by Jordan.

Jordan is indeed far stronger than Houston, but their performance comparison and data comparison in this series have gone beyond the general category.

This can't even be described as explosive.

It's as if Houston was tied up by Jordan, and then whipped and dripped wax wantonly by the other party.
As soon as Jordan played, he assisted Longley to score a jumper.

29 is better than 35
Facing Jordan again, Houston moved quite aggressively, going nowhere throughout the half.

He's running around like a mad dog chasing bones, and that off-ball movement can effectively drain Jordan.

The Bulls' overall defensive layout is excellent, even if Houston runs out of position in the end, Dumars is not easy to pass the ball.

However, Dumars still passed the ball.

"How can this ball be passed?" Hill was taken aback.

It was a dangerous pass, but the rest of the Bulls didn't react. Houston was lucky to receive this dangerous pass, and Jordan's defense paid the price.

A three-pointer.

"Shh!"

38 is better than 29
"Can you believe it? After Michael came on the court, the Bulls' second team against the Pistons couldn't narrow the point difference."

Hill sighed: "JD still has experience, he dares to pass that kind of ball."

Do you have experience?Mo Mengchen didn't see it that way.

Dumars is not a pure point guard. He played at the No. 2 position next to the Smiling Assassin. The backcourt formed by him and the Smiling Assassin can almost be said to be the shortest backcourt in the league.

If it weren't for the fact that the Pistons have a bunch of scary villains inside, this backcourt combination would be wiped out by opponents with their height every game.

After the Assassins retired, Dumars began to transform, not only for the needs of the team, but also to continue his career.

A No. 2 player with a lack of shooting height is fed by youth. Once he grows older, his physical fitness declines, his impact fades, and he cannot develop other skills, he will fall like a meteor.

Dumars made a successful transformation and became a full-time guard after the Smiling Assassin retired. In the history that Mo Mengchen knew, he played until 1997 and was still an All-Star player.

But he is not a full-time point guard. He can see opportunities and pass the ball, but he can't judge risks. He doesn't have this awareness.

That ball, no matter when it is passed, has nothing to do with experience.

What's the payoff for that ball?
Alan Houston's three-pointer.

Subsequently, Jordan responded with a breakthrough layup.

The ball just now doubled Houston's confidence, and his running position was more active.

"If it was me, would I pass the ball just now?"

Mo Mengchen asked himself.

The answer is no, he pursues perfection and will not pass the ball at such a high risk.

If he doesn't pass the ball, the tactics will be interrupted, and Houston will run to an open space, which will be a big blow to the game and the spirit of the players.

Mo Mengchen never considered this.

He's thinking about it seriously now.

Five minutes passed, and Jordan failed to narrow the score.

45 to 37, the two sides still have a gap of 8 points,

After a timeout, the two sides switched back to the main force.

Starting from the right, Jordan ignored Houston's entanglement and called Longley up for the pick-and-roll.

Longley's body helped the trapeze block Houston, but the trapeze did not rush forward in the direction of the pick-and-roll. He aimed at the gap left by Longley and Ratliff, slammed the ball hard, passed through, and got rid of the gap between the two in one fell swoop. Tangle, stride into the paint.

He struggled to jump into the sky, and Barkley also wanted to make him trouble, but found that he couldn't jump at all.

He could only watch as Jordan rode on his face and dunked the ball into the hoop.

39 is better than 45
The United Center made a violent sound for a long time, and Jordan's ball inspired the fans at the scene.

After Jordan, Pippen and Harper returned, the Bulls' defense returned to their usual level, and they were not as busy as the young teams when they were behind.

Because they were behind, they played more focused.

Barkley wanted to play back in the low post, but Jordan's counterattack made him unable to attack, and he couldn't even pass the ball.

As soon as he tried to pass the ball, Jordan cut his ball away.

"The Bulls Fight Back!"

Brown exclaimed.

The Bulls' counterattack was fierce and surging, and Pippen tried to end the attack with a deafening dunk.

Hill was by his side, and he had learned enough lessons before. It was impossible to block the running Pippen head-on, and he could only foul.

Violently fouling an opponent, something he's never done.

"Beep!"

Hill pulled Pippen off.

This scene is also a long time for the referee. It is too difficult to see Hill fouling people like this.

Pippen shook off Hill's hand and sneered, "Are you finally willing to tear off the mask of hypocrisy and have a good fight?"

Hill gave Pippen a heavy foul, and he didn't feel guilty: "I just want to help the team."

"Then don't act like you're being pushed, you hypocrite!" Pippen said in a deep voice, "I'm fucking sick of you!"

(End of this chapter)