You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 421 Even the basketball god is helping them!

At the beginning of the second half, a small fan at the scene looked at the score.

51 is better than 45
It is hard to imagine that the Pistons can play such a powerful away game after experiencing the defeat of Tianwangshan at home.

In the first half, they led the Bulls by 6 points.

The third quarter is about to start, and Mo Mengchen has the opportunity to rewrite the number from 6 points to 8 points.

The previously improved mid-range attribute of dribbling and emergency stop made him very confident in the mid-range shot, but he missed the first shot at the beginning of the second half.

Jordan quickly picked off the rebound and quickly brought it to the frontcourt, almost using the same offensive method as Mo Mengchen.

Only the result is different, Jordan made this shot for the Bulls.

47 is better than 51
The situation is still different, just like the difference between a single-digit score and a two-digit score difference, the difference between a score difference within five points and a score difference beyond five points is also different.

"Mo!"

Hill leaned against Pippen, raised his hand and yelled.

Mo Mengchen dropped the ball in, which made the fans worried.

The reason why the Pistons played so strongly was closely related to the performance of Mo Mengchen and Hill, especially Hill, who finally let go of his hands and feet and played a performance worthy of his worth.

Behind Pippen, Rodman is like a ghost, there is no need to communicate between them, some things, even eye contact is superfluous.

Rodman was once the opponent of the Bulls, and now he has become one of the indispensable main players of this team. He has very little communication with Pippen, but when the latter needs help, he can see it.

Rodman stalked as if he wanted a shadow, like those ghosts in horror movies who are ready to show up at any time.

Hill's offense was running smoothly, and Rodman's appearance basically interrupted his offensive rhythm.

"Oh no!"

Hill hurriedly passed the ball, Mo Mengchen was not ready at all, Harper knocked down the pass, and it was still the Bulls' counterattack.

For two consecutive rounds, the Pistons made a strike and made a mistake, all from the two souls who helped them take the lead in the first half.

Jordan again, still dribbling to the frontcourt.

The last shot was a pull-up jumper on the right outside the paint, and now it's a pull-up jumper from the high post on the left.

"Shh!"

Houston uttered a foul word angrily.

"A difference of 2 points."

"It's not uncommon for fans to be agitated now."

"Yes, the Bulls have staged such a good show in the third quarter many times."

The strength of the defensive end suddenly increased infinitely.

The Bulls in the first half were not the same team as the Bulls in the second half, just as the confrontation in the first half was not the same game as the confrontation in the second half.

"Mark my words, the first half was an illusion."

Harper stuck to Mo Mengchen's body, released the power of his body together, and sent a shocking shock to Mo Mengchen's body.

"Who are you going to pass the ball to?"

Harper asked sharply. He wanted to provoke Mo Mengchen, but he couldn't catch the opponent's handle. He could only fight again and again, and then said a few words to disrupt his plan.

"Pass it to the person behind you, from your crotch!"

Mo Mengchen's expression turned cold, and he stepped back suddenly, sending the ball out from Harper's crotch.

It's really an under the crotch pass.

The ball scraped a beautiful arc under Harper's crotch with an exaggerated range. Harper only felt that his still usable crotch flew over a gust of wind, and if he tried to stop it, the ball had already flown far away.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball in place, but failed to help the team score.

Ratliff had the ball in his hand, and in an instant, Rodman and Longley double-teamed him at the same time.

Has he ever encountered such a defense?In a hurry, unable to parry, he was defeated in a blink of an eye and was easily intercepted again.

Mo Mengchen was furious, seeing Jordan dribbling the ball again, he rushed forward and knocked him to the ground.

"!@#￥."

Knocking the true God of the United Center to the ground in this way, Mo Mengchen will naturally anger all the fans, he doesn't care about being hated.

He just wanted to prevent Jordan's counterattack.

Jordan sat on the ground and smiled lightly: "You can't stop anything, this foul is in vain."

Mo Mengchen didn't answer his words, and ran back despite the insults from the audience.

"Dor.Mo's foul on MJ may remind the old fans at the scene of the team led by the Bulls and Isaiah Thomas." Brown said with a smile.

Walton, who played against the old Pistons, said: "Believe me, no matter when, it is not something worth remembering."

Bull serves.

Jordan is still dribbling, he has the support of the whole team when he feels hot, and he can freely dominate every attack.

Mo Mengchen's foul reminded Jordan of the years when he was ravaged by the old Pistons.

Wharton was right that it was not something to remember.

Those failures and setbacks made Jordan and the Bulls dominate in the 90s, but he just didn't want to recall it. Any person or thing that reminded him of those shitty things would be unlucky.

He hated the Pistons, and no matter how much time passed, the loathing engraved in his soul would never disappear.

Mo Mengchen reminded Jordan of the Smiling Assassin. Although they were two completely different people, they both had the desire to win by whatever means possible.

All of the previous, plus that foul, Jordan is determined to kill the game tonight.

The Pistons are younger than them, more energetic than them, and more talented than them. The longer the series drags on, the worse it is for them. Ending the series tonight is the best result.

Jordan kicked forward, and Houston knew what he wanted to do, and pulled his foot back, giving Jordan room to shoot a three-pointer.

His defensive posture clearly told Jordan: If you want to shoot a three-pointer, please do it; breakthrough?Don't even think about it.

Houston's defense just pissed off Jordan.

"Human beings are really forgetful."

Jordan said coldly, pulled up on the spot, and shot a three-pointer.

"The half-time [-]-point holder of the Finals shot a [-]-pointer that could overtake the score!"

Walton reminded everyone that although Jordan's three-pointer is not as deadly as other offensive skills, he is Jordan, and he can switch attack modes at will on the big stage.

"Shh!"

52 is better than 51
"No problem! Tough three-pointer!"

"Alan Houston may have the same question as the glider in the 92 Finals. Isn't this guy's three-pointer inaccurate? Why can he still make it?"

Jordan scored seven points in a row, and the Bulls led by one point.

In the past two and a half minutes, the Pistons have scored nothing.

The third stanza, which symbolizes death, seems to be coming.

Frauses called a timeout.

The players sat down the field one after another, and Frauses said loudly: "Open the space, give the ball to Grant, and attack like an eagle!"

The eagle attack is a change that Frauses brought to the running and bombing system. Because of the introduction of this half-court offensive tactic, some original positional warfare tactics were abandoned.

The eagle attack is more efficient and concise than other tactics. As long as Hill or Barkley can get the ball, this tactic can be activated.

The Pistons haven't scored since entering the second half. They need to score. This is the meaning of the Eagles' offense.

Score quickly and break the scoring drought, which is reassuring.

Frouseth didn't expect that his plan was expected by the Zen master. After the timeout ended, Hill was prevented from getting the ball.

"Give the ball to Grant" is hard to come by.

Mo Mengchen was caught in a dilemma, whether to start anew or follow Frauses' orders.

Hill helped him decide.

He gave up the struggle and called Alan Houston a play.

After being continuously beaten by Jordan, Houston did not have the spirit of the first half.

Jordan chased after him, suddenly gave up his defense, and generously sent an open.

That's not an opportunity.

It was no accident that Pippen was standing next to him. Mo Mengchen remembered the pass from Dumars.

It was also a pass that would definitely be intercepted as long as it was reacted. Dumars passed it, and the basketball luckily flew into Houston's hands.

And this ball is definitely a trap, there is no chance.

The first attack after the timeout is very important. Its value lies not in scoring, but in the rhythm and momentum after the timeout.

If you can score, it means that the timeout is effective, they have regained their sense, if they don't score, they can't even complete the shot and they are intercepted
When Mo Mengchen was thinking about these issues, Pippen simply stuck to Houston and told Mo Mengchen clearly that this was a trap. Fortunately, you didn't pass the ball.

Houston knew he was out of position when he saw that the basketball wasn't coming.

He ran as hard as he could, ended up running a bad position, and felt guilty and sad that the shot clock was running out.

The Bulls' sudden defensive intensity made it difficult for the Pistons to breathe. This feeling was too heavy, as if they could turn the game into garbage time at any time if they wanted to.

"boom!"

Mo Mengchen missed the buzzer.

Frouses gripped his tactical pen, not knowing what else he could do.

He didn't know what else he could do.

If he was replaced by some experienced coaches, he might have already figured out a solution to the dilemma.

Seizing the opportunity of the Pistons to attack the iron, the Bulls counterattacked again.

Mo Mengchen retreated to the basket to garrison, Pippen simply fired from outside the three-point line, a rare counterattack and chased a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

55 is better than 51
"Hubby, what did you see?"

Walton and Brown are a pair of golden commentary partners, asking me to answer is also a classic part of their commentary game.

Usually Wharton asks the question.

Tonight, Brown replied: "I see the door to the Finals opening up for the Bulls."

"Continue to defend!"

Jordan got stuck in the middle and asked, "Tell me, what time is it now?"

"Defensive moment!"

Jordan's comrades-in-arms roared at the top of their voices. This group of people had already tasted the taste of supreme glory, and as long as they had that experience once, they wanted a second time.

Just like drugs, one touch will delay your life.

The Pistons were completely misfired, from the third quarter to the end of the third quarter.

In the last second of the third quarter, Kerr was brought on, caught the ball from the sideline and threw a random three-pointer.

"Even the basketball gods are helping them!"

The moment Cole scored a three-pointer, Zen Master, who stood on the sidelines like a KFC grandfather, shrugged and expressed his helplessness.

78 is better than 60
The Pistons trailed by 18 points.

(End of this chapter)