You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 474 Only God Knows Such Things

In addition to breaking points, the Pistons only had the option of hitting the basket in the second half of the offense.

Moreover, in the last few minutes of the third quarter, the situation has become so serious.

The king knew even with his eyes closed that you were going to hit my penalty area, so except for Bibby, everyone else deliberately stepped back a little, ready to shrink the inside line at any time.

As a result, the Pistons still had a steel helmet on their heads, feeding the ball inwardly without fear of death.

Brad Miller ran to the basket in the first round when he replaced Wallace. Mo Mengchen directly ignored Divac next to him and lobbed in with difficulty.

"Do you dare to pass this on?"

How about passing it in?Miller is surrounded by three people, what can he do?
As a result, Miller seemed to regard the three defenders around him as air, picked up the ball and hooked it, causing a foul.

After the foul, Mo Mengchen was replaced.

His data is 24 points, 12 rebounds and 8 assists.

The score on the court was 89-75.

With a gap of 14 points, the Pistons only made two three-pointers in the third quarter, and all other points came from the free throw line and the restricted area.

As if given a death order, all those who don't hit the basket will be sent to dig coal.

"Everyone knows that Sacramento has an open lane. The question is, how do we fix that?"

The answer is that as long as Nowitzki and Divac are in the Kings for a day, their penalty area will always be undefended.

The difficulty of this question lies in the combination of insiders.

The executives are unanimously optimistic about Nowitzki's future development. Although his style does not please the old school - because the insiders who like to shoot are soft guys - but the coordination and shooting ability he has shown in the new season has been impressive. to his future.

However, the coach of the Kings is Rick Adelman.

Under the Princeton system, an inside man who can't pass the ball is a waste.

Divac is the best passer on the Kings team, and one of the few insiders capable of averaging 5 assists per game.

Nowitzki also averaged 3 assists per game in his peak period, but his support effect is fundamentally different from that of a team brain like Divac, who can be used as an axis in both high and low positions.

Nowitzki's assist is because his personal offensive ability is too strong, which restrains the opponent's defense and sees his teammates miss the pass directly, while Divac calls tactics in the high and low positions. Whenever he has a chance, he can immediately pass the ball like a point guard. Give the ball away.

Adelman likes this insider.

As long as he is around for a day, Divac is unlikely to leave the Kings.

In the same way, it is impossible for the top management of the Kings to throw away Nowitzki, who has unlimited potential, in order to keep the increasingly old Divac.

This is an impasse that cannot be resolved.

Mo Mengchen and Hill were sitting on the sidelines, and Rashid deliberately sat down - the reason why he did this was because he felt that he performed well in the third quarter, and even a person as harsh as Mo Mengchen should not be able to say anything.

In order to sit here, he and Louis M. Lore deliberately switched places.

As soon as Rashid left, everyone around him looked like they were breathing in the fresh air, with happy expressions on their faces.

If possible, he hoped that Mo Mengchen would apologize for what happened in the first half.

He has a lot of adults, and he will definitely express his understanding on the spot.

As a result, Mo Mengchen was only focused on wiping his sweat with a towel, and was unaware of the sudden appearance of a huge bear-like monster beside him.

"Ahem." Rasheed needed his attention.

Hill kindly asked, "RW, are you okay?"

Rashid said, "Nothing."

Mo Mengchen noticed him, not because of his fake dying cough, nor because of this conversation with Hill, but because of the stench from Rasheed's armpit that almost made him spit out his dinner.

Why is this idiot sitting next to me?
Am I being too kind to him?Mo Mengchen thought in surprise.

If this is the case, he really has to treat Rashid differently. Is this big bear shaking M or what?Ordinary people would probably not be happy for a few days after being yelled at by him like that, but this guy is fine, why is he sitting next to him begging for nothing?

"cough cough"

Mo Mengchen was disgusted by the breath coming from Rashid's armpit. Hearing this voice, he just said, "If you catch a cold, put on your clothes quickly, so you don't catch a cold."

"That's it?" Rasheed was stunned.

Mo Mengchen was also in the same state: "What else do you want me to say?"

Rashid was annoyed: "Think again!"

Mo Mengchen picked up the towel and said, "Okay, please change to a deodorant with a stronger smell. You smell worse than a stray dog ​​who hasn't bathed for hundreds of years."

After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and nose with a towel, and called out to the innocent Lewis: "Rookie, I'll change places with you!"

Lewis didn't dare to disobey Mo Mengchen, so he got up sadly and sat down beside Rashid.

"Sorry, Rasheed." Hill stood up and said, "You really smell a bit strong."

After all, Devil Mountain changed places with Ricky Davis amicably.

Rasheed was furious.

Suddenly, he saw Lewis smiling at him, and roared, "Laugh at your mother, shut up for me!"

The idea of ​​attacking the king's restricted area is correct, but it also depends on the execution personnel.

The Pistons started with five players, who were good at attacking and defending, and each of them was able to play their own roles. They really played smoothly.

The king took the opportunity to fight back.

Bibby regained his confidence in Dumars, scored consecutive points and assisted McGrady to score.

In the 8th minute of the fourth quarter, the Kings narrowed the point difference to 9 points.

97 to 88, in order to ensure that the game can be won smoothly, Westphal replaced Mo Mengchen and Hill.

"Is it fun to bully the old man?"

This is the first sentence Mo Mengchen and Bibi met each other.

Bibi didn't like to talk trash, and because he was afraid of Mo Mengchen, he didn't dare to answer this question directly.

"It's god blind that a guy like you deserves the fourth pick."

While spouting trash talk, Mo Mengchen suddenly said, "Next, I'm going to shoot a three-pointer here, defend me well!"

Bibi rushed out instinctively, Mo Mengchen leaned on his body, half turned around and threw him away.

The defense has disintegrated and Bibby has lost his defensive position.

Mo Mengchen dialed the ball for a three-pointer, his finger was like a gun, and his index finger was aimed at the center of the basket. A light and crisp sound resounded through the Sleep Train Arena.

Mo Mengchen turned around and glanced at Bibi with disdain: "I will shoot a three-pointer with my left hand next time, and I will still be in this position."

A dog jumps over a wall in a hurry, and a rabbit bites in a hurry.

Mo Mengchen pushed Bibby too far, and finally pushed the future star player into a hurry.

Bibby is as strong as crazy and Mo Mengchen's defense is full of aggression, but sometimes, aggression is only part of the game style. When your opponent is far superior to you, your aggression is just a bluff in his eyes .

Bibi couldn't get past Mo Mengchen's defense, so he slanted forward with his sword, and came to the corner in an attempt to clear the way with his elbow.

After playing for four years, Mo Mengchen has encountered too many similar tricks. He deliberately turned his body so that the referee could see the situation here.

After Bibby's elbow exerted strength, he sat down on his buttocks, tangled his feet by the way, and tripped Bibby on the spot.

He not only "played" back, but also caused Bibby's offensive foul.

The enraged Bibby hammered the floor, swearing a few obscenities continuously.

Mo Mengchen sat on the ground and looked at Bibi who was full of anger: "I really want to find a mirror to look at your face, so that you can know how much you look like a wild dog whose bones have been robbed."

"You fucking shut up!"

Bibby growled emotionally.

"You want me to shut up?" Mo Mengchen bumped into Bibi, almost knocking him down, "Show your strength."

A mild-mannered lottery pick was driven into a rage.

Hill is used to it, the rookie on the team expresses surprise, and Rasheed muses.

Mo Mengchen is like this to everyone, and there is only one purpose, and that is to win.

Angering Bibby is to make him make irrational decisions, and angering Rashid is also to control his emotions and stop him from hurting the team.

He does all these things thanklessly with one purpose in the end: to win.

"I'm worried that you will be beaten to death."

Serve, Hill said.

I am very touched.

Mo Mengchen reassured him: "You worry too much."

"He can't beat me"

Hill swears, Mo Mengchen said this seriously, he was definitely not joking, this guy really thought about fighting.

What kind of pervert is this! ! !

Same position, same angle, one-on-one, Mo Mengchen and Bibi.

Bibby's face was ashen. If he couldn't defend against Mo Mengchen, this would be the most humiliating battle in his career.

In these two rounds, Mo Mengchen told Bibi all about his attack methods, and he wanted to completely humiliate his opponent.

"Here I come, little brat!"

Mo Mengchen changed direction and reached the position in one step. In the same position, he jumped up on the spot.

Throwing the ball with his left hand, his height of 197 centimeters made him ignore Bibby's block, his fingers crossed the sky, and the ball flew out in a beautiful arc.

"Shh!"

Mo Mengchen scored two consecutive three-pointers, and the point difference was directly pulled to 15 points.

After the ball was scored, Mo Mengchen knocked down Bibby viciously and received an offensive foul.

He stood and looked down at Bibby, and said coldly, "Shut me up? Are you worthy?"

Then, he was off.

Bibby's nightmare was over.

Bibby clenched his fists and was so humiliated that he wanted to cry. Tonight's game taught him a cruel fact: there are villains like Mo Mengchen in this league. If you are not strong enough, you will be humiliated. All sins come from Not strong enough for you.

They will only respect you if you are strong enough.

Otherwise, in the eyes of people like Mo Mengchen, you are just a useless stupid pig.

Mo Mengchen was sitting on the sidelines, full of evil spirits, what he did to Bibi was horrifying, and even his teammates dared not talk to him.

He sat quietly.

After a few sips of Gatorade, Hill cleaned up the mess on the floor, with the game heading into garbage time.

The way he devours his opponents and spurs his teammates on the field reminds Westphal of an old man who has retired for a long time.

The old man was the same at his peak, oppressing his players cruelly and mercilessly. Although he could not play, he would stand on the sidelines and keep an eye on everyone on the field every game. Any mistake would cause him to scold. If a referee makes a penalty that he doesn’t like, he will even make a gesture of boxing with the referee on the spot, argue with the technical stage for an insignificant penalty, and light a cigar that symbolizes victory in front of the opponent before the end of the game .

Now Mo Mengchen is more and more like that person.

That domineering old guy ruled that era, and his opponents couldn't wait to stuff the cigar he was holding in his mouth down his throat.

Where is Mo Mengchen?How would he be in this day and age?

Westphal looked up at the ceiling of the Sleep Train arena.

This kind of thing, only God knows.

(End of this chapter)