You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 540 Anger Attacks Pitino (asking for a recommendation ticket for a new book)
"Rashard Lewis, the No. 29 pick in the first round last year."

"In the Pistons this season, he averaged 3 points and 1 rebound per game, shooting 40% from the field."

"As a talented high school student, he was once a lottery favorite when he decided to sign up for the draft, and he was invited to the Little Green Room on draft night."

"There are still people who think that Detroit took Rashad so late in the draft and it was a complete robbery."

Lewis has no halo of genius on his head. He is an ordinary rookie at the end of the first round, and he is also ranked at the bottom of the bench in the Pistons.

Such a big gap has dealt a serious blow to his self-confidence.

Tonight, at such a sensitive time, I was called by the head coach to play against Duncan, which is a rare opportunity.

According to Westphal's arrangement, Lewis stood in the left corner.

Duncan ignored him for good reason. Lewis' three-point shooting percentage was only 16%. He claimed to be able to shoot from beyond the three-point line, but his shooting percentage was not bluffing enough.

Seeing that Duncan was so defensive, Mo Mengchen stopped playing tactics at all and passed the ball to Houston, who then went straight to Lewis in the bottom corner.

"Vote the fuck!"

Rasheed stood up and yelled.

Outside the three-point line from the bottom corner, Lewis made a three-point shot with no defense, and even made a three-pointer. Through this three-pointer, his three-pointer has gained Duncan's trust. Every next round , he will be released.

"What the hell kind of ball is that?" Rasheed yelled.

Westphal narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what would happen next.

He gave the young man a chance and obviously, he wasn't ready.

The Celtics' counterattack was roughly stopped by Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen was like a drunk driver hitting a passing motorcycle head-on, knocking Baros, who was about to push back, to the ground.

The garden booed louder and louder.

Mo Mengchen raised his hand coldly, admitting the foul.

It was his second foul of the night.

Lewis ran back, not daring to meet Mo Mengchen's eyes.

Mo Mengchen opened his mouth and said in a clear voice: "Next round, as long as they let you go, I will pass the ball to you!"

Normally, Lewis would be distressed because he got open but no one passed the ball. Now, because he got too much open but couldn't throw the ball in, Mo Mengchen insisted on passing the ball to him. This is simply the biggest worry in the world.

"Did you hear that?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Yes" Lewis responded humbly.

Duncan's defense was replaced by Miller.

Miller's help defense is also a mess, but fortunately, his single defense skills are good, and he can also limit Duncan by one or two.

The Pistons made up their minds not to double-team, and Duncan had no choice.

Seeing Duncan continue to attack, Ricky Davis was moved again.

He just wanted to give Duncan a big hat, he dreamed of it.

I don’t know if Mo Mengchen saw his thoughts and deliberately ran towards him. The sudden addition of two people also made it difficult for Duncan to see the surrounding situation clearly. The arrival of Mo Mengchen gave Davis more space , enough for him to hide himself and quietly approach his prey.

Duncan was finally going to attack, he carried Miller to the paint, turned around and threw the ball overhead, his elbow was almost on Miller's face.

It's a dirty move, but perfectly legal, and it's hard for Miller to move -- if he doesn't want to be disfigured.

Although Duncan's movements were distorted and ugly, Miller was unable to make any response, and could only watch his opponent shoot in a way of riding on his face.

"ended?"

"Fuck you!"

The appearance of Davis has a frightening effect. The stone Buddha, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, turned pale with fright. It is impossible to adjust. Davis is like a powerful rocket, flying higher and higher, with his hands raised high, like a volleyball player in a volleyball game. Blocking, he just blocked Duncan's ball.

Mo Mengchen returned to the penalty area, received the rebound, turned around and walked past Antoine Walker who wanted to counterattack on the spot, and accelerated his advance.

He's getting faster and faster.

No one could keep up with this speed. Mo Mengchen single-handedly rushed to the frontcourt and dunked with both hands.

He hung on the rim for two seconds before letting go.

33 is better than 38
"Dad, that's a beautiful dunk!" Davis turned into a dog licking on the spot, using more than a dozen adjectives to praise a slam dunk that was so plain that it had no characteristics.

He probably had wasted his whole life in this moment.

"One defense like that is enough." Mo Mengchen reminded him rationally.

Davis put away his kneeling face and said, "I know."

"Give me the ball, I'll let that damned rookie know not to run around when defending!"

Davis repeatedly left Walker to help defend inside, which made the latter very embarrassing.

He wants the ball, and his teammates will naturally give it to him.

Walker held the ball in one hand and showed a fierce look in the other: "If Mo didn't teach you how to respect your seniors, I don't mind showing up to teach!"

"You are not qualified to show up and teach for Dad." Davis only replied this sentence.

"go to hell!"

As a swingman at position 4 and [-], Walker has a wide field of vision and excellent ball control. In that era dominated by the inside line, his style of play was very advanced. It is no wonder that Pitino let him play as a point guard.

As long as such a star player is determined to play singles, Davis can't guard against it at all.

Without relying on explosive power and physical fitness, Walker's rhythm changes, breakthrough angles, and grasp of the size of the offense are enough for Davis to learn for many years.

Mo Mengchen wanted to help, but the distance was too far to reach.

Walker broke through Davis in three seconds.

To break through Davis, he relies on rhythm and skills. When scoring, his physical fitness is shown.Lewis, who performed poorly on the offensive end, wanted to win back his points on the defensive end. As a result, he became the ghost of Fat Toutuo.

Walker easily overturned Lewis, raised his hands like hammers in the restricted area where the interior was crowded, and blasted into the basket.

The moment Lewis fell from the air, the referee whistled and added a defensive foul.

As if his situation wasn't miserable enough.

"Where is the cheer?" Walker asked flamboyantly.

"Antoine!"

"Antoine!"

The audience shouted his name in unison.

Lewis' fall not only caused the team's morale to plummet, but also injured himself.

Playing two and a half minutes, his data is 1 foul.

He was then carried off the field on a stretcher by the team doctor.

Before Walker executed the free throw, Westphal had no choice but to replace the main force. The decline on the field proved that his substitution just now was a complete failure.

Allan Houston and Lewis were replaced.

Hill and Rasheed came on as substitutes, and Ricky Davis swung to the 3 position due to the return of Devil Hills.

In this way, the Pistons' outside line is both high and explosive, but without Houston, the projection threat has dropped a lot.

Hill's three-pointer has improved a lot compared to last season, but Davis's shooting is a one-shot deal, which is simply out of the question.

Walker made an extra penalty, 41 to 33.

As soon as the free throw was scored, the voice of "F/u*c*k DET!" resounded through the audience again.

"With such a big difference, I'm starting to have some thoughts about you."

Looking at the 8-point difference, Mo Mengchen uttered a word that made Burrows terrified.

He noticed that Mo Mengchen's position was at a 45-degree angle to the left, and one step further forward was the starting position of the eagle attack tactic, which was usually played by Hill.

At this moment, Hill and Davis joined hands as the audience in the opposite area, leaving the stage to Mo Mengchen.

It is already clear what I want to do.

Barros was terrified, the moment Mo Mengchen started, his body roared past Barros like a starting train.

He didn't dare to move. If he moved, the strength of Mo Mengchen's body would bounce back to him.

As soon as Burrows' defense line was broken, the Celtics' defense immediately changed. The inside line gathered together and waited for Mo Mengchen's arrival. Their changes were too fast, which directly made Mo Mengchen change his offensive decision.

He stopped outside the paint, came forward with a throw, and hit the board.

35 is better than 41
"Grant, don't run!" Mo Mengchen yelled, "You should have the strength to play with them in the frontcourt, right?"

Hill said: "Of course."

They blatantly revealed their defensive strategy.

Rick Pitino nearly had a brain bruise, and these bastards on the Pistons used his routine on them!
The Pistons set up a 212 frontcourt pressing position, which is fucking good for the Celtics!

Mo Mengchen and Hill put pressure on the frontcourt, Davis responded in the midfield, and Rasheed and Miller pressed the backcourt.

Looking at it this way, the Pistons can really perfectly reproduce Pitino's defensive system?
Pitino blushed, and only hoped that Barros' knowledge of this system would let these people know that his tactics were not so easy to master.

"Get over him!" Pitino roared inwardly, "Get over him!"

Barros thought so.

Mo Mengchen pushed him all the way to the sideline, Barros approached the LOGO, just about to relax, Mo Mengchen's intensity suddenly increased, Hill also rushed over quickly, and completed the double-team from behind.

The speed was too fast, and the two confronted again, and Barros dropped the ball on the spot.

Hill fought back.

Mo Mengchen stood still, and looked at Baros with pity: "Don't blame me, blame your defensive tactics for being too simple."

After all, Hill BOOM dunked and scored.

37 is better than 41
Before it was over, Mo Mengchen and Hill continued to stay in the frontcourt.

Pitino growled, "Bastard!"

In any case, he didn't want to admit that the Pistons stole his defensive tactics. Moreover, these goddamn bastards actually defended Kansas on the NBA field and galloped across the NCAA league.

That kind of high-intensity oppression, that kind of suffocating rhythm of confrontation, that kind of close cooperation.

It’s just that!

Pitino is like watching a Kansas team with more confrontation, more amazing talent, and more terrifying defensive depth.

Six seconds later, Mo Mengchen's confrontation caused Baros to drop the ball.

"Pause!" Pitino yelled.

His roar resounded throughout the arena, and Hill counterattacked and dunked again.

39 is better than 41
In less than 1 minute, the Celtics' 8-point lead was only 2 points left.

Pitino's emotions were completely out of control.

"and many more."

After Mo Mengchen said to Hill, he deliberately walked to the Celtics' bench and sent an arrogant greeting: "Coach Rick Pitino, why can't you use such a simple defensive tactic well? "

slap!

Pitino was so angry that he accidentally broke the tactical pen.

　Thanks to Breaking Dawn, Dawn and Destruction, moriarti, how to reward the monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)