You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

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After the first quarter, everyone in the Blazers' starting lineup, except Hill, committed two fouls.

In the first quarter alone, the Blazers got to the free throw line 14 times.

14 free throws.

After the first quarter, the Blazers led the Pistons by 37 points 25 to 12.

Mo Mengchen was sitting off the court to rest. Tonight's referee reminded Mo Mengchen of the 2017 Finals Game 4. For whatever reason, the referee helped the Cavaliers win a game, and the NBA played one more finals. It is said that because of this Increased income by at least [-] million.

That was something from the previous life, Mo Mengchen never thought that he would meet such a referee.

If they keep playing like this, I'm afraid they will leave the field with six fouls before the three quarters are over.

Even Walton said: "Tonight's penalty has seriously affected the pace of the Pistons' game, and it has also reduced the enjoyment of the game. Such a penalty in such a high-profile game will embarrass the NBA. "

The first quarter was over, Mo Mengchen had just rested for 2 minutes, and they were 12 points behind. It was impossible for Westphal to put both Mo Mengchen and Hill on the sidelines for a rest.

Now is not the time to rest.

He came in front of Mo Mengchen and said seriously: "Mo, I need you to play to stabilize the situation, and don't compete with the referee."

Mo Mengchen said angrily: "I am very willing to compete with him, if he doesn't give me a T."

Hearing this, Rashid raised his head in surprise: "I'm not afraid of T, can I compete with him?"

The answer Mo Mengchen gave him was a creepy expression of "What do you think?"

Rasheed bowed his head in shame.

Westphal called Mo Mengchen to the sidelines, and patiently said: "As you have seen tonight, we cannot give them a high-intensity defense."

Yes, the scale of the first verse has demonstrated this.

Westphal went on: "Mo, let's do the run and gun."

"I understand."

Mo Mengchen nodded. Louis M. Lore, Jerome Williams and Brad Miller were replaced with him.

They don't need to defend.

Up and down, only Ricky Davis was left on the court.

In this way, Mo Mengchen was the only starter on the field, and they faced the Trail Blazers composed of Stoudemire, Webber, Jim Jackson, Brian Grant, and Walter Williams.

In terms of lineup on the court, the Blazers are far stronger than the Pistons. The result can only be known by playing and watching.

In the absence of Sprewell, the man defending Mo Mengchen became Walter Williams.

Since the finals, they have changed a lot of tricks. The only thing that remains the same is that they must put strong defensive pressure on Mo Mengchen from the beginning to the end.

Williams is not an elite defender like Sprewell, so let him face off against Mo Mengchen. Unless Mo Mengchen can't think about it and wants to attack him with force, otherwise, he really has no advantage.

The two met each other, and Miller's pick-and-roll separated him from Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen took advantage of the little more than a second when Williams was blocked by Miller, pulled up the outside line and shot a three-pointer.

"Shh!"

37 is better than 28
After dribbling the ball past the logo, Mo Mengchen completed the attack in only five seconds.

Stoudemire wants to attack Mo Mengchen, because he has already fouled twice, and the defense must not dare to be as aggressive as it was at the beginning.

With the escort of the referee, Little Flying Squirrel had more courage to challenge Mo Mengchen. He smiled triumphantly. This face made Mo Mengchen sick. To break through Mo Mengchen.

This defense happened to Mo Mengchen, which seemed weird and strange, because his defense was not so bad.

"Beep!"

"No way? Is this also a foul?"

Everyone looked at the referee. This time it was Stoudemire who dribbled the ball into someone, and Miller made him a foul.

Seeing that it was not his own foul, Miller wanted to jump up, take off his pants and shake his buttocks to dance. It was so exciting.

He never imagined that it would be so difficult to draw an offensive foul.

The referee who blew the whistle was not McKinlon, but the sideline referee.

McKinlon gave him a hard look, dissatisfied with the verdict, but the whistle had already sounded, and the result could not be changed.

Mo Mengchen pulled Miller up from the ground and said, "Don't take any more risks. From now on, we will give up defense!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

Although Mo Mengchen didn't specify who it was, everyone knew who he was talking about.

"As long as that bastard is on the court, we can't defend. If that's the case, let's give up defense and compete with them on offense. We can average 130 points per game. No team is better at offense than us!"

The original taste of running and bombing is considered by traditional people to be a crooked cult, and it is impossible to win the poison.

Because the consequences of not defending will cause the opponent to get more points than you.

Generally, these non-defensive running and bombing teams do not have the conditions to become an excellent defensive team, so they use this method to hide their shame.

The offense is hot, and the problems on the defensive end will be covered up, unless you lose 140 points in a game.

The special thing about the Pistons is that they are the only team seen in history. They can run and bomb, have terrible offensive firepower, and have a particularly good defense.

"Transfer the ball so fast!"

This cooperation was really exaggerated. The core of the five players on the Pistons field was Mo Mengchen, but he didn't hold the ball in his hands for a long time.

Miller took the ball in a high position and made an off-ball screen for Mo Mengchen with his back, and the ball was handed over to the big man.

When Miller got the ball, Mo Mengchen had already thrown Stoudemire one meter away through his body and ran straight to the basket.The high-post Miller now only needs a simple lob pass - the ball returns to Mo Mengchen's hands, and his cut shows that the Blazers' defense line has disintegrated, but he is not satisfied yet, giving up the offense, just throwing the ball into the air, using Ricky Davis, who cut in from the bottom corner, caught the ball in the air and scored a dunk.

30 is better than 37
Within 1 minute, the point difference narrowed to 7 points.

"So what if there are referees?" Mo Mengchen walked past Stoudemire with a sneer, "You are still a bunch of stupid pigs!"

Hearing his words, Weber became angry: "Who are you talking about?"

"Sorry, you're not a stupid pig." Mo Mengchen's words made Weber's face calm down, but he still couldn't tolerate the other party attacking his teammates like this. He was about to educate Mo Mengchen when he continued, "Stupid pig is just Stupid, at least a little threatening, you, a softie who can't get tough at a critical moment, don't deserve to stand on the court as my opponent."

Weber has never been a soft persimmon, at least judging from his drive to cause trouble, he has the potential to become a cancer.

Mo Mengchen humiliated him in public, how could he accept it?On the spot, he wanted to reason with Mo Mengchen with his fists.

His teammates grabbed him.

Mo Mengchen smiled mockingly and walked away.

Furious, Weber wanted to prove that it was easy for him to respond to Mo Mengchen with his performance.

He ran to the free-throw line to catch the ball and turned just in time for a defensive straight-arm jumper from Jerome Williams.

Unfortunately, he failed to prove himself in this round.

"boom!"

"Get out of the game, bitch!"

Mo Mengchen grabbed the rebound and sent an amazing long pass to Ricky Davis in the frontcourt.

Davis scored a solo dunk.

32 is better than 37
Mike Dunleavy called a stoppage immediately.

McKinlon heard Mo Mengchen's trash talking, and he wanted to warn him that if he continued to attack the opponent with insulting words, he would exercise the referee's right to give him a technical foul.

He walked up to Mo Mengchen and was about to speak.

The two faced each other, their vision overlapping.

The existence of such things as aura can only be felt after close contact.

Mo Mengchen is the kind of terrifying existence that makes people dare not make a sound as long as he gets angry.

McKinlon has made countless superstars bow their heads, and now he is standing in front of Mo Mengchen, wanting to warn this young man who keeps humiliating his opponents, to clean his lips.

But under this pressure, he couldn't speak a single word.

Mo Mengchen didn't even bother to say a word to him, and the two passed by.

Damn, what am I afraid of?
He is just a player!

McKinlon clenched his fists. He was ashamed to be afraid of Mo Mengchen, and he was even annoyed that Mo Mengchen had no fear of him. He enjoyed the way the players feared him. The referee was the only god on the court. As long as they liked, they could do whatever they wanted. Change the situation on the field.

These people should be in awe of him.

But in the eyes of Mo Mengchen, McKinlon felt that he was no different from a small shrimp or a small fish.

The timeout is over, the Blazers switched back to Sabonis and Sprewell, and the Pistons did not have any personnel changes.

It is still Mo Mengchen with two substitutes and two rookies.

Such a lineup is simply a humiliation for the all-main Blazers.

"Do you look down on us?" Sprewell said angrily.

Mo Mengchen stood in front of the Trail Blazers, staring at Sprewell, Sabonis, Stoudemire, Webb and Jim Jackson.

Dor.Mo scorned them, and smiled viciously: "Why do healthy humans look down on crazy people with brains flooded, incompetent sissies, gigantic patients who are slower than snails, cripples with zero defense, and people who can only recognize themselves?" A team of dwarves who referees as fathers?"

"I'll fuck you!"

Weber and the madman lost control first, and they wanted to make a move when they came up.

McKinlon stepped forward to separate the two sides, and the whistle rang again and again: "You stop!"

The five starters of the Trail Blazers were all blushing with anger. Even a good guy like Sabonis wanted to tear Mo Mengchen's mouth open, which showed how vicious these words were.

Mo Mengchen didn't pay attention to the referee who came to maintain world peace at all: "Mr. Referee, I've been standing here to communicate with them in a friendly way. It's because they can't calm down."

McKinlon yelled: "Dor.Mo, keep your mouth clean and none of this will happen!"

Mo Mengchen endured until now to embarrass the referee. For a moment, he almost lost his mind and wanted to humiliate the referee like he humiliated the Blazers.

Luo Er hurried forward and pulled Mo Mengchen away.

He did something no one dared to do.

Pulling away the furious Mo Mengchen, Luoer's actions aroused the admiration of the whole team.

Mo Mengchen's flame was also extinguished at this moment.

It's true that you can't be arrogant, the best way to fight back to that dog referee is to blow up the gang of bastards on the opposite side!
(End of this chapter)