You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 496 Please
"Mo, how would you rate Ricky Davis' performance in the second quarter?"

On-site reporters from EPSN asked Mo Mengchen halftime questions.

Mo Mengchen glanced at the opponent's sign and confirmed that it was ESPN, so he said: "I wanted to say this was a surprise, but it wasn't a complete surprise. He accidentally injured Chris, which is regrettable. The game shouldn't be so"

If those opponents who had been violently attacked by the Mormon dust field heard this interview, they might pick up stools and smash the TV.

"There were highs and lows in the first half, and you have a six-point lead. Does that give you more confidence in the second half?"

When the reporter asked an official question, Mo Mengchen had no choice but to answer it in an official tone.

"no doubt."

A Ricky Davis elbow that sent Webb out with a broken nose was the game's turning point.

After Webb fell to the ground, his teammates went to comfort him, and the comfort went wrong, and the bad luck that happened to Weber passed on to others.

They had a 4-minute scoring drought, and when they recovered, the Pistons had already led them by 11 points.

Then, Jim Jackson, a surprise soldier from the bench, sprang up and scored 12 points in a row.

This person's explosion is not surprising. If his defense can be better, Dunleavy will consider starting him and Sprewell at the same time, but it is a pity that Jackson can cut people and cannot prevent being cut by others. His self-defense ability is not good. Although he can cut people half to death, he can't finish things completely. His opponents often pick up the machete that he will drop to the ground and chop him into meat paste with his backhand.

I think Jackson was a well-known hero when he entered the league. He was the fourth pick in the first round. He was a super scorer and was vigorously cultivated by the Mavericks. In the contract year, he suffered from injuries. Seeing that his peers in the same class have signed big contracts, he can only get 170 million a year. In a team like the Blazers, where the boss spends money, he has to bear it every day. Tons of hits.

It was against this background that Jackson swung his knife angrily and vented his usual depression on the Pistons. As the saying goes, one day with a knife in hand, he would cut down all the high-paid dogs in the world.

After Jackson's operation, the first half just ended.

This is his favorite rhythm.

After a slashing attack, Dunleavy no longer let him play in the second half, so that he can not only use his ability to cut the opponent half to death, but also avoid the tragedy of the opponent picking up the kitchen knife on the ground and chopping him up with a backhand.

Dunleavy felt like Magellan who discovered the New World, maybe he could use Jackson's special training in the future to let him operate in the last few minutes of the second quarter.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and then suddenly heard the team doctor's first diagnosis of Weber: a broken nose.

Dunleavy's heart was more than half cold on the spot.

In fact, as long as he thinks about how cheating the team doctor of the Blazers is, he should calmly accept this initial diagnosis, and then calmly ask the team doctor to send Weber to the hospital for a scientific examination.

"Bryan, you replaced Chris in the second half, and you have to work hard for him!" Dunleavy was assigning tasks in the locker room, and he looked distraught.

Isn't the introduction of Webber just to show off his ambitions this season?If this diagnosis is correct, then this season will be over again.

Time passed quickly, and the second half began.

Rasheed is much more relaxed without Webber.

One look at Webber's backup, Brian Grant, and it's heavy again.

Although Grant is not a superstar of Webber's level, he can be regarded as a rare tough player. Except for teams with star power forwards, Grant can start in most teams.

In the Trail Blazers, with Webber, he can only play as a substitute. It is normal for his light to be covered up, but Rasheed knows his ability. They were teammates before, and they competed many times in intra-team competitions.

At the beginning of the second half, Ben Wallace successfully created a three-pointer with a pick-and-roll for Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen raised his hand and shot a three-pointer, making a direct hit.

Stoudemire looked at the ball bouncing on the ground, and suddenly heard Mo Mengchen say: "I'm tired of you guys always sending a 179 cm dwarf to defend me."

This sentence was not addressed to Stoudemire, Mo Mengchen was facing Mike Dunleavy.

Dunleavy smiled and said, "Play your game, Mo."

Stoudemire was furious and broke through Mo Mengchen forcefully. He didn't think about why it was so easy this time, he just wanted to fight back and let the dog-seeing Dor.Mo take back that damned sentence.

Then, Roaring Tianzun's bandit-style pegboard cap made his attack come to an end without a problem.

Wallace picked up the rebound and passed it to Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen and Rashid have played similar tricks countless times, and they never get tired of it. They will play this trick every night.

The process of this trick is basically that Rasheed uses the rebound to find Mo Mengchen to pass the ball, and Mo Mengchen does not stick the ball, but just pushes the ball lightly to Alan Houston or Grant Hill in front.

But tonight, Mo Mengchen stepped up his tricks. He held the ball with his hand, but he didn't put it away. Instead, he grabbed the ball with one hand, turned his palm and wrist, and sent it forward with force. It looked like his palm was wrapped around the ball. It is actually an instant pass after catching the ball, but from the perspective of the audience, this is a point pass without the ball touching your hands.

"Dor.Mo puts angel wings on basketball!"

And the most wonderful thing about this ball is that Mo Mengchen controlled the flying speed of the ball. In front, Hill ran faster than the ball, rushed to the paint area one step ahead of the basketball and jumped up, just in time to receive this missile in the air A long pass with the same precision, and a flick of the right hand upwards.

Only the devil would let such a wonderful cooperation be ruined in the end.

Hill elegantly catches and picks the basket, marking the perfect end to the round.

The audience in the city of tearing was stunned.

This is the most beautiful basketball in the world.

Even they are hard to fault.

Mo Mengchen turned around and brushed past Rashid, their elbows collided encouragingly.

"Unbelievable, the tacit understanding between these two people is getting better and better." Dumars said in surprise.

In a blink of an eye, the point difference came to 8 points, and only 1 minute passed.

Stoudemire is still fearless. The breakthrough in the last round proved that Mo Mengchen's defense is not unsolvable. He has the opportunity to completely cut the opponent's defense, and that is now.

"Poor defense!"

On the sidelines, Dunleavy growled: "My God! Can't that guy see that this is a fucking trap?"

How could Dor.Mo, who made you an idiot in the first half, suddenly become Malu in the early morning? Did he really not think about it?
Exactly the same position, Stoudemire layup.

This scene is a bit familiar to Stoudemire. A similar thing happened half a minute ago.

Then it's like a director who is constantly improving the camera and thinks that the actor has not reached his limit. He needs a performance without any trace of performance, so he decides to do it again.

Great director Amare Stoudemire shot.

Roaring Tianzun was not stingy with his hot pot, and came again.

This pegboard cap was too strong, and Rashid failed to pick up a defensive rebound like in the last round. Mo Mengchen from the outside line judged the rebound point of the pegboard and stopped in advance. The moment he took the rebound, he stayed put , the right hand raised the ball from behind.

"What does that man think of the game?"

"His solo concert?"

What's even more terrifying is that the fans of the Rose Garden cheered for this extremely coquettish pass.

Don't they know that the end of this pass is the opponent's performance?
Of course they know, they just can't help it.

This time it was Houston who ran the fast break. He took Mo Mengchen's back pass across the court and scored a slam dunk.

"Father, you're so flirty!" Rasheed couldn't help shouting.

Mo Mengchen said with a stiff face, "Don't tarnish my aura."

Then, he shouted to Dunleavy from a distance: "I said, don't let that mentally handicapped dwarf face me, at least get someone with a brain, please!"

Stoudemire was out of control.

He was about to rush over to give Mo Mengchen an elbow, when Rashid saw it, was it okay?Quickly come to rescue him.

As an experienced fighter, he should know that when this kind of thing happens on the field, it is not Mo Mengchen who should be worried, but his opponent.

Rasheed was still too naive.

He wanted to stop the battle, but accidentally knocked Stoudemire to the ground.

Mo Mengchen was waiting for Dunleavy to give him an answer when he suddenly heard the referee's whistle behind him.

"Ok?"

Mo Mengchen looked back, and saw Rashid standing majestically, while Stoudemire lay on the ground like a dead fish, and put a big character, and then, a pool of blood flowed from his face to the floor. Demomon dust almost petrifies in the wind.

"What are you doing?" Mo Mengchen called.

"I, I." Rashid couldn't wash it off even if he jumped into the Ganges.

The referee gave him a T on the spot.

"No! Can't you see that I prevented a terrible accident?" Rasheed exclaimed aggrievedly.

Where do the people on site manage this?This is the second Trail Blazers player to splash blood on the court tonight.

The fans instantly forgot the moment of performance brought by Mo Mengchen, and their resentment towards the Pistons reached its peak. A similar level of hatred can only be compared to the night when they lost to the Pistons in the 90 Finals.

McAvoy roared angrily: "The existence of the Detroit Pistons is a disgrace to the basketball world!"

"It's really very regrettable that this happened." Wharton didn't know how to speak for the Pistons.

Rashid ate a T, but Westphal did not replace him, because he knew that Rashid was not out of control, but to prevent Stoudemire from flying moths into the flames.

Perhaps few people can understand what Rashid has done, but he does.

Rasheed stood dejectedly, and Stoudemire had already been carried down.

Watching Stoudemire leave the field, the Blazers players all looked solemn.

Sabonis, who has always been steady, walked up to Mo Mengchen and declared: "From today onwards, we are at odds with you!"

Then they have to implement the additional penalty brought by the technical foul.

John Crotty was substituted. He shivered. Although he shot 91% from the free throw line, he thought of how Webber and Stoudemire came out of this field. He was afraid from the bottom of his heart. Become the next victim of a blood-splattered pitch yourself.

The hand trembled and the free throw was crooked.

Duang!

Seeing this scene, Rashid held back his strength and felt deeply that the god of basketball, Naismith, had a soul. He looked up to the sky with a long laugh, and shouted mockingly: "Basketball doesn't lie! Basketball doesn't lie!"

OH NO!

Westphal turned his back on the past, unable to bear to witness the next scene.

Sure enough, the referee, who was looking for the Pistons to quell the anger of the frontcourt fans, immediately caught Rashid's move and gave the 250 who had already attracted a lot of hatred a thunder kick (T).

Rashid was handsome for only three seconds, and got a T in an instant. The two Ts were superimposed and he was directly expelled from the field.

Knowing the result, Rashid tore up the jersey on his body like a madman in a rabies attack, roared, and smashed the jersey to the ground.

Hill was completely dumbfounded. He was clearly on the court, but he didn't know how the game turned out like this: "Mo, what happened?"

Who knows, Mo Mengchen's face is also livid: "You ask me who the hell am I asking?"

Counting the two Ts tonight, Rashid has scored a total of 28 Ts this season, only four away from Rodman and Barkley's record of 32 technical fouls in a single season.

As long as you work harder, a new record is in sight!
(End of this chapter)