You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 661 I am the 1%
With referees paying special attention to the cylinder, the more offensive contact the better, Lauderdale is a rough guy from the inside out, so he won't dodge low-post body contact as cleverly as other low-post masters.

Instead of avoiding confrontation, he would be forced to find it.

Mutombo's single defense is very strong. Except for O'Neal, there is no inside line that he can't defend against. Even Duncan will suffer under his care.However, the singles of a rough guy like Lauderdale is not as smooth as that of a star. His backs are lacking in viewing, or it can be said that they are very ugly.

The moment Lauderdale shot, Mutombo had a strong contact with him, this time it was the referee standing in the bottom corner who blew his whistle.

Apparently, Crawford is not the only one who values ​​cylinders.

Mutombo didn't understand why such a defense would be called a foul, he raised his hands helplessly, with a look of injustice.

"Well played, Dapu!"

Rashid exclaimed excitedly.

Lauderdale was not sure about singles at all, and it was beyond his expectation that Mutombo's foul could be caused.

He looked at Mo Mengchen, only to see that the other party nodded slightly, which meant approval.

Lauderdale was so excited that he went to the free throw line excitedly.

The Pistons did not hold a routine small meeting before free throws because it was unnecessary and there was no problem on the field. If there is a problem, it is also the problem of the opponent.

In less than 1 minute of the game, they had fouled twice, and there was another foul by Mutombo.

Lauderdale made two free throws, 4-1.

The three fouls committed by the two teams in the opening game were fouls caused by the offensive team and the defensive team. The referee's whistle-blowing focus tonight is already obvious.

Mo Mengchen decided to increase confrontation and reduce unnecessary petty moves. Hardaway seemed to have seen something, and deliberately sought a confrontation with Mo Mengchen.

In such a close situation, if Mo Mengchen has a little defensive idea, Hardaway only needs to make an emergency stop jump shot, and there is a high probability of causing a foul.

First, Pippen's on-line pick-and-roll, Hardaway turned his gun to Hill, intending to hit Hill's second personal foul.

Smart and sinister guy.

Mo Mengchen was almost certain that Hardaway also noticed the referee's strangeness tonight, and wanted to call Hill two fouls.

At the beginning of the game, Hill is the ace that the Pistons rely heavily on outside. If he encounters a foul crisis when he comes up, it will have a great impact on the game.

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity, turned around Pippen, and forcibly followed Hadaway.

Hardaway's starting pace presents an umbrella that is similar to an open umbrella under his crotch. He smashes the ball in with his right hand like a chopping ball, hands it to his left hand, and changes direction like a sudden rainstorm, swirling past Mo With a dusty center of gravity, he scored a jumper with one step inside the three-point line.

3 is better than 4
"You won't be so lucky next time." Hardaway said lightly.

Obviously not for me.

Mo Mengchen looked at Hardaway going away, only to hear Pippen beside him say: "He is so arrogant, you must not be able to bear it?"

"Please don't tempt me to do something bad."

After Mo Mengchen said it seriously, he didn't even dribble the ball, and ran to the frontcourt alone.

Hardaway also noticed the referee's tendency to whistle tonight. When Hill got a foul at the beginning, he would try to get Hill's second foul in the first 5 minutes, forcing Westphal to change. people.

On the offensive end, Lauderdale stood up again.

The last time Mutombo made a foul, his confidence increased greatly, and he thought he was O'Neill II, which was very heroic.

The situation of the Knicks is not much better. Both Mutombo and Pippen are backed by a foul. Both of them are New York's defensive burden. If one is missing, the whole team will have problems.

The pressure is the same.

Mo Mengchen continued to feed the ball to Lauderdale.

"This is the difference between me and you. I will not pin my hopes on others." Hardaway leaned close to Mo Mengchen, not giving him a chance to meet Lauderdale.

"So you haven't even touched the floor of the conference finals since you left Shaq." Mo Mengchen said harshly.

Sharks thousands of miles away would probably be happy to learn that he was lucky enough to be the tool of Dor.Mo's trash talk.

Once a person is excited, anything is possible.

Lauderdale has not been so reused in an official game since he entered the Pistons, let alone the starter in the Eastern Conference Finals battle of Tianwangshan.

He actually got singles opportunities for two consecutive rounds.

Leaving aside the rubbish time he played, the last time he was given such a tactical status on the court dates back to his college days. The blurred fragments of rushing into the penalty area and scoring every time were his lost youth.

Lauderdale's thoughts stopped here. He was so excited that he forgot how much he weighed. He swayed to the left like a big dream, and then stepped backwards to pretend to shoot.

First of all, you have to have a shooting threat for this action to be powerful.

A defensive player of Mutombo's level will never be shaken by such a clumsy fake move. If he wants to blow up the defense of the peak Mutombo one-on-one, he can only directly crush him like a shark with his weight and physical fitness. pressure.

Lauderdale's one-step intention to shake the opponent behind him, Mutombo was as immobile as a mountain, and quickly posted after he made a fake move that a three-year-old could not fool.

Africa Dashan has rich experience, he only sticks to Lauderdale, forcing him to make a reluctant shot.

Lauderdale is standing on the edge of the paint, which can be close or far from the basket, depending on the player, and then he presses Dikembe Mutombo to hook the ball out with one hand.

"OH NO!" Vinier Johnson seemed to see a ghost appearing in front of him, and his face turned pale with fright. "Plest singled Dikembe and scored! What a beautiful hook!"

That's right, the ball bumped several times behind the basket, and it still hit.

6 is better than 3
Incredible!

Mo Mengchen raised his left hand and gave Lauderdale a thumbs up: "It's really hard for you, you can actually make a shot."

For Lauderdale, the praise was enough, and he beat his chest like a gorilla, ready to fight Mutombo.

Pippen dribbles across half court, he is a real commander, in order for Hardaway to have enough strength to attack, the Knicks have to make this change.

Hill stood at the top of the arc and Pippen one-on-one. However, such a duel was definitely not what Pipen wanted.

Even if he looks down on Devil Mountain in every possible way, he still has to admit that their current strength is of a different level.If he wants to score under Hill's defense, he has to rely on the strength of the team.

Hill's defense was as tight as a net, as if the air couldn't get through, making people feel chest tight.

That's when Steve Smith runs high on a Mutombo off-ball screen.Lauderdale was too slow to switch, Smith got the ball, and Lauderdale was late, breaking his center of gravity after he made the shot.

The whistle blew, but had little effect on the shot.

The ball flew high into the sky, and everyone watched.

"Shh!"

"And one!"

Smith lay on the ground and yelled.

Lauderdale raised his hand in disappointment. No one blamed him. With his moving speed, this was his limit, and he couldn't ask him to do more. The reason why he fouled was because he wanted to guard Smith too much.

The fact is that even if he defends with all his strength, he still loses a foul and becomes the background board of this attack.

So, should he give up defense to avoid fouls?

Of course not, Mo Mengchen appreciated the foul.

"Don't be discouraged, we both know you gave it your all," Hill told him.

Lauderdale has been effective on the floor, and Westphal has never returned to a true starting center.

Ben Wallace took his seat on the sidelines.

They have all seen that there will be a lot of defensive fouls in this game, and there is no harm in letting Lauderdale go up and brush the fouls first.

If Lauderdale's foul falls on Wallace, they'll have a headache.

Smith scored an extra penalty and tied 6-6.

"pass it to me."

Mo Mengchen came to the frontcourt with the ball. Lauderdale saw the gesture and ran to the outside to pick and roll. Mutombo could finally breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the opponent stopped the continuous inside attack, he could avoid fouls as much as possible.

But can he really get his wish?
Mo Mengchen's eyes flashed brightly, and in an instant, he took advantage of Lauderdale's cover - a wall of three hundred kilograms of flesh that was enough to crush Penny's bones - to firmly block Hadaway, Mo Mengchen took a step, and the speed was extremely fast Terrible, Mutombo thought he was going to be broken through, but he didn't expect the opponent to suddenly slow down.

He couldn't be more clear about Mo Mengchen's speed. They played three games in the regular season and three games last season. He knew this person's speed very well.

There is only one reason for running so slowly without any external interference.

This bastard is not satisfied with a layup, he also wants to draw a foul on me!
Mutombo has seen this kind of greedy snake too much. Countless people want to make him foul, because he will always be the cornerstone of the team's inside line, and it is a matter of strategic significance for him to have a foul crisis.

"Unfortunately, 99% of greedy snakes will kill themselves!"

With his height and arm length, in this case, he only needs to follow Mo Mengchen, and with the opponent's bounce and bounce speed, it is estimated that he will be hated before he has time to lean on him.

"Go to hell, Dor.Mo!!!"

Mutombo burst out with blue veins on his forehead and roared angrily.

The moment Mutombo's block fell, a terrible smile flashed across Mo Mengchen's face, his left foot and right foot exerted strength together, and then——

"who's that person?"

The guy who jumps high and shoots at incredible speed?

Who the hell is this?

Devil Mountain cried out in horror.

Mo Mengchen's bullet speed and bounce exceeded Mutombo's imagination. He miscalculated Mo Mengchen's physical fitness, so that his hand failed to hit the ball, but hit the opponent's arm firmly.

"Beep!!!"

The whistle was harsh, but the sound that followed was even harsher.

"Boom!"

Mo Mengchen scored a layup as if nothing had happened, turned around and said to the shocked giant: "It's a pity, I'm the surviving 1%."

(End of this chapter)