You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 534 I would rather die than surrender (ask for a recommendation ticket for a new book)

In the final quarter, the Pistons attacked.

Hill takes the ball from the high position on the right wing and has many options. Mo Mengchen runs towards his area. This kind of running has both opportunities and risks. Smart people can use the chaos caused by overlapping running to seize opportunities, and fools will because of overlapping running. And at a loss.

The tacit understanding between Mo Mengchen and Hill was too good, the two of them knew what to do just by making eye contact.

Mo Mengchen stretched out his hand, as if to take the ball from Hill's hand.

Hand to hand?
Burrows didn't want them to succeed, but with the defensive pressure he could provide, there was no way to prevent Mo Mengchen and Hill from completing this cooperation.

Mo Mengchen ran past Hill, Anthony Walker thought that the ball would be passed to Mo Mengchen, boldly gave up Hill, and double-teamed with Burrows at the same time.

As a result, Mo Mengchen ran out with his hands in his hands, but there was no ball on it.

Basketball is still in Hill's hands!

The hand-to-hand cooperation is just a blindfold!

Knowing that he was tricked, Walker was furious, but he couldn't do anything. Hill was unguarded and dribbled straight up. Even Duncan couldn't help defend in place under this situation.

Devil Hill scored a layup.

94 is better than 82
The game continued in the fourth quarter. The Pistons held a 12-point lead. On the Celtics side, Duncan hadn't rested since the second half.

Up to now, Rick Pitino has also comprehended the profound meaning of Tyronn Lue-dead fuck super giant for 48 minutes.

Considering Duncan's age, this arrangement is not considered inappropriate. After all, it is the playoffs, and it is okay to play more.

What hurts is that Duncan has played for so long, except for the second half of the third quarter when Mo Mengchen and Hill went off the court, they have not been able to reduce the score.

Duncan failed to get the position, so he gave up the ball to attack, and instead had a tough card battle with Rashid.

In addition to running back and forth and attacking the inside line every inch of the body, the card position is the most exhausting game method for the inside line.

Competing for position is the first priority of the insiders off the court. Regardless of offense and defense, rushing for offensive rebounds and defensive rebounds, you need to strive for excellence in position. If you want to fight for a good position for yourself, you have to put the opponent in a bad position.

Obviously, it is impossible for Rasheed to stand and let Duncan take the good position, so Duncan will have an extremely difficult wrestling battle.

He has played from the second half to the present without resting for a second. It can be said that he is at the end of his strength. It is all supported by a will to help the team win. Rasheed is not the case. Play long hours like Duncan.

If Duncan doesn't have a position, the Celtics' offense can only rely on Anthony Walker.

Hill's defense against him is extremely tight, with a full sense of envelopment.

After Walker got the ball, he couldn't get close to the inside line at all. He could only dribble towards the side, and then drifted along a negative angle.

It doesn't matter how many shots he wants with this kind of ball.

Hill doesn't believe he can consistently hit shots like this.

"boom!"

Of course, the shot was missed, and the Ukrainian train tried its best, took off with Ben Wallace, and hit the ball hard.

Duncan took a deep breath and clenched his teeth. What he relied on now was not strength and physical fitness, but judgment.

Only prediction can help him.

Because in terms of physical strength, he is absolutely inferior to Rashid who is recharging his energy. This is the difference between him as the best power forward in history and other power forwards.

Rasheed had the chance to win, but he failed to judge the position of the rebound and was grabbed by Duncan for an offensive rebound.

Outside, Dell Curry runs out of position around the screen.

Duncan turned and smashed the ball outside.

Curry caught the ball for a three-pointer.

85 is better than 94
The Green Army is not dead yet!

"That's it!" Pitino clenched his fists and shouted. He has already no matter what the system is or not. You fight to the death.

They will never give up early when they are led by double digits like other teams.

"It's interesting." Mo Mengchen took the ball to the frontcourt.

Dana Burrows defended calmly, and his ability to last so long definitely exceeded the team's expectations.

They thought Mo Mengchen would continue to blow up their opponents.

But Mo Mengchen suddenly died down, just because his teammates had entered the state, and now the situation is different.

The Celtics showed a tenacious fighting spirit, and they would not give up easily. In this case, Mo Mengchen had no choice but to destroy their No. 1 position.

If Burrows is knocked out, the Celtics will only have one Damon Jones—a disabled No. 1 who can only shoot—the moment Mo Mengchen launches an offense, Burrows blocks the foul.

He was almost knocked away, and fouling was the only way he could stop Mo Mengchen.

"You still have four fouls available." Mo Mengchen left a desperate word in Barros's ear.

This sentence shows that Mo Mengchen's attack is not a whim. From now on, the Pistons will concentrate the ball on one point for blasting.

What's even more frustrating is that Barros can't block him every time he fouls.

Sometimes, before he commits a foul, Mo Mengchen has already got rid of him, such as this time.

Mo Mengchen's speed is so fast, it's unbelievable. How can a tall point guard of 197 cm have the speed of Allen Iverson?

In a blink of an eye, Burrows lost his defensive position.

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball and rushed to the paint area, which was Duncan's defensive area, and it was not easy to shoot here.

Duncan held a grudge against Mo Mengchen, and he still wanted to vent his anger on Bowen.

Mo Mengchen seduced his defense, but before making a shot, he handed the ball to Rashid who was also under the basket.

Duncan, who had already taken off with Mo Mengchen, couldn't control the center of gravity of his body. Rashid also deliberately came up to find a foul. The home referee was willing to be an adult, and the whistle blew and the shot was scored.

"Rashid hits the three!"

"It's so beautiful, this coordination, Dor.Mo's magic touch!"

Mo Mengchen ignored Duncan's face as black as coals, gave Rashid a high-five, turned around and walked to the outside line for a small meeting.

"We have a certain chance of winning, but we must remember one thing." Mo Mengchen glanced at Duncan who was always staring at him, "Don't give them any hope!"

Rasheed made an extra penalty.

97 is better than 85
Barros let out a long breath, and the defensive round was finally over.

The pressure Mo Mengchen put on him in the offensive round was not that strong, and he could relax a bit. When Duncan sent him the ball, he turned around and stared at the person in front of him like he had seen a ghost.

Mo Mengchen stayed alone in the frontcourt to press Dana Barros in the frontcourt.

"An accident? This is your favorite defense!"

Mo Mengchen stepped forward cruelly.

With a height of 197 cm, a wingspan of 206 cm, a weight of 87 kg, top agility and speed, and a determination to defend the opponent to 250.

Barros struggled every step of the way.

The rules only give him eight seconds to dribble the ball across the half court, but judging from his advancing speed, I'm afraid giving him 18 seconds is not enough.

Mo Mengchen is not only strong in confrontation, but also has an amazing lateral speed. Every time Baros changes direction and advances, he will hit a wall—that is Mo Mengchen's body.

Although his change of direction was fast, Mo Mengchen's lateral movement was faster and his movements were clean. Even if the referee took pity on Barros, it would be difficult for him to provide any assistance now.

"Dana, pass the ball!" Pitino yelled.

Passing is the only reasonable option.

Mo Mengchen's height covered Barros' vision. Of course he could pass the ball, but he couldn't be sure if the pass was safe, because the Pistons could block the passing route from behind.

"Your coach asked you to pass the ball, idiot!" Mo Mengchen's trash talk roared to him.

Burrows was furious, unable to see the past, his heart was ruthless, and he slammed forward.

Mo Mengchen swallowed the impact alive and lay down on his back.

"Beep!"

"Dana Burrows charge foul!"

Barros's mind was like a computer reinstallation, losing all information.

Mo Mengchen stood up, patted his buttocks and said, "You still have three fouls available."

Pitino looked at the players behind him, he didn't know who else he could send to fight Mo Mengchen.

Suddenly, he regrets trading Chauncey Billups early in the season, which brought Kenny Anderson and Dell Curry. .

Mo Mengchen is like Anderson's villain.

Every time he met Mo Mengchen, Anderson would be injured due to various accidents, not to mention Curry. The Pistons are well-known for their perimeter. He only got three shots tonight.

Knowing this earlier, it would be better to change to a defender with stronger immediate combat power.

Just as Pitino was thinking this, Mo Mengchen suddenly scored Alan Houston, and the CIC king swung a knife and hit a three-pointer.

100 is better than 85
With 7 minutes left in the fourth quarter and a 15-point gap, theoretically there is still room to play.

"It's over," thought Pitino.

He won't show what's in his heart. He knows that the players on the court, except for Dana Burrows, everyone else wants to continue playing.

Even if they are 20 points behind, they will not give up.

With five minutes left in the game, the Pistons had a 5-point lead.

Kyle has been slow to replace the starter.

Westphal showed boredom and called a timeout, with Dumars replacing Mo Mengchen, Jerome Williams replacing Rasheed, and Brad Miller replacing Ben Wallace.

Keep Hill and Houston.

This is already a garbage time lineup. If the Celtics were not willing to replace the main players, Westphal would not keep Hill and Houston.

Out of respect, before the opponent gives up, the other team must not withdraw all the main players.

This directly led to Hill and Houston happily brushing statistics on the court.

After the game, the Celtics lost 22 points.

Hill and Houston scored first and second on the team, respectively.

After losing so badly, the Green Army still looked unconvinced, as if the Pistons won by force.

Mo Mengchen stood up and high-fived his teammates who had completed garbage time.

He destroyed the Celtics' No. 1 position tonight, Kenny Anderson was injured, Marlon Garnett was waived, Dana Barros was almost left in the shadow, and there was only one Damon Jones left.

He was very curious, who would Pitino want to be the master in the next game?

(End of this chapter)