You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 550

"You can't fucking prevent me!"

It was the third time that Mo Mengchen was turned by Sprewell. This time, he learned to be smart, and instead of leaning inside, he crossed the free throw line and pulled out his head. He was as strong as an old tree.

"Boom!"

Hitting the board, 8 to 4.

The Pistons led by 4 points, and Sprewell finally scored a goal. He played three consecutive rounds in singles. Although he was full of momentum, his success rate was not high.

Mo Mengchen recalled his offense, and what impressed him most was speed and explosive power.

It is indeed very fast, and once he breaks through, it will be difficult for Mo Mengchen to follow. His breakthrough is a combination of explosive power and speed.

This kind of breakthrough that doesn't require space to be strong is really unreasonable.

Then, Mo Mengchen handed over the ball to Hill, this guy broke through, he didn't pay attention to the roof of the world on the weak side, the bully moved like a snail, really thought he couldn't keep up, but he didn't expect that the roof of the world raised his hand and gave him a hand with his fingertips cap.

The ball was knocked out, and Webb picked up the rebound and went straight to Sespprewell. They all knew that as long as this guy runs, no one in the audience can keep up.

Sprewell crossed the court alone and scored a dunk in counterattack.

6 is better than 8
"You just can't guard me!" Sprewell yelled.

"Don't talk too early." Mo Mengchen walked past him, returned to the backcourt, and served Hill.

Hill said: "Go to the bottom corner, let's play a V-shaped offense."

"No, he sees me very closely. It's pointless to stand in the corner. You take the lead and let AH run the scalpel No. 1 tactic." Mo Mengchen said.

This surprised Hill very much. Sprewell jumped so fiercely that Mo Mengchen didn't intend to call back, but let others open it first?

What Hill didn't expect was that the V-shaped offense was too simple, just a triangular position, two inside high positions, double pick-and-roll, and sudden point tactics. Opportunities come back.

The scalpel is different.

The most special thing about this tactic is that it can deal with any unexpected situation. As the designer of this tactic, Mo Mengchen knows it best.

As soon as the scalpel is activated, everyone has to run.

"Bitter face, come, follow my rhythm."

Mo Mengchen started to walk Sprewell and ran wildly for half the time. The madman was actually very satisfied with this arrangement, because he was famous for his invincible running when he debuted. In fact, it was exactly what he wanted.

Suddenly, Rasheed was helping Houston to hang up the opponent with a pick-and-roll, and helping Mo Mengchen to hang Sprewell with the back pick-and-roll.

For a defensive elite like Sprewell, it is impossible to get caught in a pick-and-roll, get rid of it quickly, and look for opportunities to entangle Mo Mengchen again.

However, Hill passed the ball to Houston.

He has two options, let Houston shoot, or let Mo Mengchen defend Houston.

He chooses the former.

Houston shot a three-pointer, with a standard shooting posture, a soft touch, and a three-pointer shot through the net with ease.

CIC Wang clenched his fist and roared.

11 is better than 8
"I thought you had at least the level of a dolphin's mind before, but looking at it now, I obviously overestimated you." Mo Mengchen said, "I apologize to the dolphin for this idea. Your IQ should be about the same as that of a shepherd dog."

After all, Mo Mengchen ran away helplessly.

He sighed, as if it was an insult to confront such a retard.

"I'll fucking prevent you tonight!" the madman yelled.

Mo Mengchen stopped, turned around and said, "If you do it, I will throw you a bone as a reward."

"Calm down! Calm down, Latril!"

The madman almost ran away, and his teammates caught him.

Mo Mengchen was still in that defensive stance, making it clear that he wanted Sprewell to attack.

"Come on, continue to break through, like just now, but I suggest you pass the ball."

Then Sprewell passed the ball, and he saw Rasheed and Wallace both stuck in his driving route, and the ball must not go in.

"What an obedient dog." Mo Mengchen nodded in praise.

Sprewell said angrily: "Shut up!"

Then, Sabonis came to the free throw line to take the ball. Looking at Wallace standing in front of him, he could resist shooting in front of Big Ben with two meters of bare feet, which was a kind of respect for the opponent.

He'd soon find out that passing the ball so dangerously back and forth was actually not as good as letting Wallace hit it with him.

Webber took the ball with his back, spun and jumped, and wretchedly rolled over with straight arms and shot, but missed the rebound.

Mo Mengchen recovered the rebound, and Sprewell stepped forward to punish him with a heavy foul, but he didn't want his foul action to be used by Mo Mengchen—the madman stared, and Mo Mengchen actually leaned against his body, like a thread The hair that had just been washed, rejoicing softly and lightly, passed by his side in an indescribable way.

"Stop for me!"

Sprewell caught up.

His speed is really fast, and the gap between Mo Mengchen and him is narrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye—of course, this is also what Mo Mengchen deliberately made happen—Mo Mengchen made an emergency stop two meters behind the three-point line. Prewell was sent flying.

Then, he collected the ball and jumped up, shooting an unreasonable nine-meter arc top three-pointer from an unreasonable position.

As soon as the ball was shot, Mo Mengchen turned around as soon as it hit the ground.

When the ball passed through the center of the basket, his back was completely turned to the basket.

What Sprewell saw was his back, he clenched his fist angrily: "I swear I will."

If you go on like this, will you reveal your secrets?Hill thought.

Mike Dunleavy was going to call a timeout, not to adjust the matchup, but to calm Sprewell.

He didn't think it was a matter of speed for the defense just now. Sprewell lost his mind. He was completely irritated and couldn't make a calm judgment at all. If it continues to develop, it might cause a fight on the field.

He cannot let this happen.

Sure enough, in the next round, Sprewell challenged Mo Mengchen to a one-on-one challenge. He was angry and turned to a strong shot, but he didn't get rid of him. Mo Mengchen followed up and gave a strong interference.

"boom!"

"Beep!"

The Blazers requested a timeout.

14 is better than 8
Less than 5 minutes into the first quarter, the Pistons led by 6 points.

"Is this okay?" Hill asked.

"Don't worry." Mo Mengchen smiled and took a sip of Gatorade slowly.

Westphal asked: "Mo, do you want to substitute to defend Latrier? His offense is very frequent, if your physical fitness"

Mo Mengchen kept looking at the opposite side, his vision allowed him to clearly see the expressions of everyone in the Blazers, and through the opening and closing of Dunleavy's lips, he could even read a sentence or two he said.

Time to learn some lip language, he thought.

"Mo?"

Mo Mengchen came to his senses and said, "No, this is just right."

Just right?Westphal believes that Sprewell's offensive frequency is too frequent, and this level of matchup is a test for both of them.

But Sprewell is a famous stamina monster.

Portland uses him like a bulldog, and they can't make the mistake of a good horse against a bad one.

But Mo Mengchen didn't seem to take it seriously. Maybe he had his own ideas, and Westphal didn't interfere. Before this matchup affected the outcome of the game, he could let Mo Mengchen continue to play.

"Brad, you replace Big Ben." Westphal said suddenly.

Miller looked at the head coach in surprise.

Wallace also looked astonished. Although his defense against Sabonis was very bad, his defense against Sprewell was fruitful. If he hadn't stood behind him, Mo Mengchen would not have dared to make such a move anyway. Sprewell singles.

Even Mo Mengchen was surprised.

"At this intensity, Sabonis only has 25 minutes of physical fitness."

Westphal failed to explain further and the timeout ended.

As the starters returned to the field, Westphal told Wallace: "Get ready, you're going to be there any minute."

What he said just now, his mind is active and sober, he has already understood everything.

Only 25 minutes of physical fitness shows that he will find a way to create more damage, and strive to destroy a few more insiders of the opponent before his physical strength is exhausted.

Wallace is the inside gate of the Pistons, and he naturally bears the brunt.

Replacing Wallace and using Miller to match up is another version of the inferior horse against the superior horse.

"It seems that your coach fed you a few pieces of jerky during the timeout." Mo Mengchen smiled at Sprewell.

It would be irrational to continue to piss off Sprewell without Wallace, because there's no one left to wipe his ass.

Sprewell ignored Mo Mengchen's words and quickly found Sabonis after serving the ball.

Sabonis singles Miller, and two smart but less athletic insiders.

Sabonis is 10 cm taller than Miller, and his experience is also his advantage. Against the rookie Miller, he made several fake moves in a row, took a step back, and hit the board with a big hook.

10 is better than 14
"Grant, you get the ball."

Without Wallace, Mo Mengchen couldn't waste unnecessary physical energy dribbling across the half court.

It seems that he is still awake.

Hill dribbled the ball across the half and continued to call for scalpel tactics.

"Nice run, Portland's defense is starting to mess up!"

This is the scalpel No. 2 tactic, and Alan Houston is still the first finisher.

It is simply a replica of the previous round.

Houston ran out of opportunities, and right next to Mo Mengchen, Sprewell had to choose again.

Houston is close at hand, he got a vacant seat, is he going to leave Mo Mengchen behind?
"damn it!"

Sprewell didn't give up on Mo Mengchen before because Mo Mengchen was more dangerous than Houston, but now, his body almost instinctively ran towards Houston.

Seeing the defense approaching, Houston threw the ball to Mo Mengchen.

The madman chased after him like a mad dog.

Mo Mengchen deliberately played with him, and when he approached, he returned the ball to Houston.

This time, the CIC king shot again, taking advantage of the other Blazers' defense before running in front of him.

"Three points again!"

"Alan Houston is hot tonight!"

Mo Mengchen stood firmly in the backcourt. This time, his defensive position has changed.

He consciously leaned back.

Although this gave Sprewell room to break through, it also gave him a buffer. Combined with his speed, this defensive position is actually more reasonable.

Seeing that Mo Mengchen dared to retreat, Sprewell lowered his center of gravity and made another breakthrough.

Mo Mengchen predicted his breakthrough this time, and grabbed the position in advance, and the two bodies collided uncontrollably.

Mo Mengchen lay down easily, and the referee whistled.

"Sprewell offensive foul!!!"

(End of this chapter)