You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 482

Ending the winning streak in Indiana may not be a bad thing, Mo Mengchen just doesn't want to lose.

He knows that there is no team that wins every battle. The regular season is so long, no matter how strong the team is, it will always lose some games.

On the way back to the hotel, the atmosphere on the bus was like that of a funeral home.

No one dared to speak.

Even if Mo Mengchen didn't say anything, just sitting there silently put a lot of pressure on his teammates.

The next day, the Pistons all returned to Detroit.

There will be four consecutive home games, and the strength of the opponents will be uneven. There will be strong teams like the Heat and Lakers, and weak teams like the Cavaliers and Clippers.

That night, Mo Mengchen didn't go anywhere, just stayed at home.

Ephraim is watching the third season of "Friends" repeatedly, the season where Ross and Rachel broke up. Every time, she and Mo Mengchen analyze who is right and who is wrong when the two break up.

Judging from the reasons for the breakup, Ross is definitely going to take the blame, but looking at the overall situation, both of them are at fault.

Mo Mengchen is not in the mood today, and yesterday's defeat is still bothering him.

He walked back to the room and saw a notebook, which was a summary of last season.

Mo Mengchen casually picked up the notes to check, and he turned to the end. This is a page that every Pistons fan is unwilling to review.

In the Eastern Conference finals last season, they lost by one goal.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to look back, but he happened to be in a bad mood right now, and he wasn't afraid of making things worse, so maybe he could use this to fight poison with fire.

Mo Mengchen looked at the technical statistics of the Eastern Conference Finals.

Except for him, the performance of the rest of the Pistons has declined significantly, among which Hill and Houston are the most obvious.

Hill was targeted by the Bulls, and he also had emotional problems, which is understandable.

What about Houston?

Mo Mengchen suddenly thought of this question.

Houston averaged just single-digit points per game in the Eastern Conference Finals, well below his average.

If he had a normal game or two, he might have beaten the Bulls.

Why did he have such a big decline?
Jordan blasted and guarded him to death?This is impossible. Although Jordan is very strong, he will not beat Houston to this point.

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen walked to the storage room and took out the videotape of Game 7 of the Eastern Finals.

"Meng Chen, what is that?"

"Match video." Mo Mengchen asked. "Want to watch it together?"

Ephraim was also tired of watching Ross and Rachel love and kill each other, and angrily took out the disc: "Let's watch the game."

In the end, what Mo Mengchen watched was the Eastern Conference Finals G7 that broke her heart once.

"Why do you want to watch this scene?" Ephraim asked.

Mo Mengchen said, "Because I still have some doubts."

Ephraim, like every Pistons fan, is reluctant to look back on this game. This is a heartbreaking game. Mo Mengchen tried his best, but lost by one goal. The efforts of the whole season came to naught here. They are far from the finals. Only one step away.

"Will you not be angry watching this game?" Ephraim asked.

"I've let go."

He said so, but Ephraim couldn't see where he let go.

He played the game video at 1.5 times the speed, and then finally came to a round-in that round, Alan Houston was actively running, and judging from the screen, he ran out of opportunities.

Mo Mengchen immediately recalled the scene at that time.

It's true that he ran out of chance, but he couldn't pass the ball from that position. The ambush around him and his position were too problematic. If he passed the ball, the chance of making a mistake was high.

Mo Mengchen didn't pass the ball.

The screen cuts to Houston's face.

Just right, Mo Mengchen and Ephraim could just see his reaction.

He ran out of opportunities and didn't get the pass.

"He was very depressed." Ephraim is a lawyer. She has to fight with the opposing lawyer, prosecutor and jury every day. She has to read everyone's expressions and psychological reactions. "It can be seen that he was very depressed at the time. "

Yeah, I finally got rid of Jordan, but I didn't pass the ball.

Then, Mo Mengchen continued to fast forward.

In the next round, Houston was still running.

I still worked very hard, this time Jordan guarded him to death, and he couldn't escape the chance no matter what.

The cycle repeats, and he fades into the field, and while he's moving all the time, he lacks the energy to run as wildly as he just did.

Frustration affected his actions.

Mo Mengchen pressed pause.

"What's wrong?" Ephraim asked.

"I've always avoided making mistakes and wanted to play the perfect game. In my opinion, a game with zero turnovers is the embodiment of perfection."

Mo Mengchen replayed the round when he saw the opportunity and didn't pass the ball because he was worried about making a mistake.

"What if I pass the ball?"

Ephraim could not understand.

"If I pass the ball, I will make a mistake." Mo Mengchen said, "Then what should I do?"

He muttered to himself.

Too perfect is not perfect.

Mo Mengchen asked: "You have seen our training, what do you think of me?"

"Want to hear the truth?" Ephraim asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen looked at her motionlessly.

Ephraim said, "You can be too harsh with them, but sometimes, being gentle can do the trick."

Mo Mengchen took out the DVD video tape.

Walking to the balcony, looking at the starless and moonless sky, the clouds covered the stars, and his thoughts drifted back to the Eastern Conference Finals.

He doesn't want to make mistakes, doesn't want to make mistakes, and wants to reduce the risk every time he plays.

Mo Mengchen found that he had always been thinking about the game, and he had never really considered his teammates.

They are people not machines.

Human beings are not static beasts, the human heart is forever changing.

If he passed the ball to Alan Houston at that time, even if he made a mistake, he could let Houston know through this mistake that he ran out of opportunities, he did a good job, it was his pass that made a mistake, and try harder next time .

Mo Mengchen didn't do this at the time, he wanted to control everything, and in the end he achieved perfection alone, which also caused an irreparable collapse of the mentality of his teammates.

"Don't you think it's cold outside?"

Ephraim asked.

Mo Mengchen returned to the room and said softly: "I didn't know until today that I made a serious mistake."

"Is it too late now?" Ephraim asked.

"I hope not." Mo Mengchen said.

The next day
Henry Ford Training Center.

I lost the game the night before, and the training this afternoon is relatively simple, because I have to play against the Cavaliers tonight.

Mo Mengchen looks for Louis M. Lorby to shoot.

There is a limit of [-] balls, and Mo Mengchen only shoots with his left hand, whoever scores [-] balls first wins.

The bet is $[-].

One hundred million US dollars is just a small amount of money for Lore. Although he is receiving a basic salary, he has made a lot of money with Mo Mengchen before, and he can definitely be said to be the richest player with a basic salary in NBA history.

Mo Mengchen easily won the match.

Loll happily signed a $[-] check: "Why can your left hand cast so accurately?"

"Don't ask, it's because you're too good at asking. We all understand Dad's style." Alan Houston, who was watching the play next to him, laughed.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and sneered, "Why did the person who made 11 out of 1 the night before yesterday have the nerve to sit there and rest?"

"Let him pass the past, life must go on."

Ever since Houston got involved with the theater, his speech has become more elegant. Mo Mengchen hasn't heard him being rude for several days, and he's not used to it.

At this time, Mo Mengchen saw a dozen people sitting in a circle over there.

Hill came over and said, "The story will begin, what are you waiting for?"

Lore and Houston walked over directly.

Mo Mengchen didn't really want to go there; "Do you think it's necessary?"

Hill looked at his teammates sitting in a circle and said: "We all have a fire in our hearts, but no one uses it to warm ourselves or others; the people around us can only see a wisp of smoke coming out of the chimney , ignore it."

Mo Mengchen didn't understand what he wanted to say.

"What should we do?" Hill said, "keep the fire in our hearts so that no one can approach it, or take it out and wait patiently for those who are willing to warm with us to come to us and sit down." Come down for a joke?"

Mo Mengchen read his words for a long time.

Hill waited for his answer.

Suddenly, Mo Mengchen said: "Remember to speak human language next time."

Then, Mo Mengchen and Hill walked over and sat down.

The story meeting, as the name suggests, is a group of people sitting down and telling stories, another training tradition of Westphal, because the training is too boring and the players need to relax.

Every time he will start, he will tell everyone about the fabulous triple overtime bloody battle he experienced in his playing career.

Everyone was fascinated, and then it was Hill's turn to play tricks.

He told the story of his draft. When he participated in the draft in 1994, he was selected by the Pistons. US President Hick Clinton personally called to congratulate him. Why?Because Hill's mother and Clinton's wife, Hillary, were college roommates, this story caused a burst of exclamation at the scene. Everyone did not expect that this high-profile Duke student was usually so serious, and he was so caught off guard by pretending to be aggressive.

Then Rashid talked about why he was so keen on three-pointers as a 210-cm power forward: "Because my coach told me when I was young, I must shoot resolutely when I am out of space."

Then, the topic shifted to Mo Mengchen.

"All you laymen are talking about are basketball stories, which are meaningless." Mo Mengchen quickly drew his attention to himself, "Let me tell a story about a hospital."

"When I was an intern in the hospital, I met such a patient." Mo Mengchen said, "An old lady has had cataracts for more than ten years, and she has been blind in both eyes. Later, she went to the hospital for surgery and regained her sight."

Mo Mengchen deliberately slowed down the pace of speaking, everyone thought he was finished.

"As a result, she suffered a heart attack due to being too excited and died on the spot."

Some people think it's funny, some people don't think it's funny, but those who should laugh still have to laugh, Dad can't help but sell his face.

Westphal nodded in satisfaction, he could tell that Mo Mengchen had begun to lower his posture.

This has a very special meaning to him and to the team.

　It’s not that I miscalculated the scores, but that I felt “this score is too high” when editing, and I will correct it a little bit, but I forgot that the previous narration has already said how many points xx gets...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)