You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

73 - Perfect Cut
34 is better than 20
The Pistons were given a climax rarely seen in this era by the menacing Jazz in the first quarter.

Mo Mengchen's face was gloomy, Malone broke out, and Thorpe couldn't guard against it, all of which are understandable. He and his teammates never expected that Hill would be blown up by Morris.

"Mo"

"Don't talk to me!" Mo Mengchen couldn't feel any warmth on his gloomy face, and his coldness made Hill shiver, "I thought of a piece of shit, and this shit fucked itself , that's how I feel when I see you now."

Hill sat down without a word.

Dumars tried to speak, but Collins stepped forward.

"JD, you come up to play the first position, Mo, you play the second position, Alan, you play the third position, and Grant comes down to rest!" Collins also made an inside adjustment, "Terry, you replace Theo."

The Jazz's system made the Pistons' defense very fragile. Malone exploded the inside line at one point, and if the other points were still lost, the game really couldn't be played.

Mo Mengchen has already played a full quarter, and Collins has no intention of replacing him.

The situation was too tense, and Mo Mengchen couldn't play for a minute, even if he didn't score a point in the first quarter.

If it weren't for him, the Pistons' offensive performance in the first quarter would be another matter of whether they could score in double figures.

"Mo, what you said to Grant went too far."

At the beginning of the second quarter, Dumas said to Mo Mengchen.

"If it was you, I wouldn't show mercy." Mo Mengchen said with a straight face.

"What do I mean? He's different. He came from a good background. He graduated from Duke. He has been honored and favored since he was a child. No one has treated him like this. You really have gone too far just now." Dumas said.

"I don't think so," Mo Mengchen said, "There are too many people who are used to him. Is this the first time he has shown such a performance? Did someone tell him before that his performance is such a shit? You have to know at night, even if he behaves like shit, he will be scolded, no one can be an exception, including me!"

Dumas knew that he couldn't persuade Mo Mengchen, he was a lunatic who was strict with himself and others.

"Forget it, what do I need to do?" Dumas asked.

"I want to push Karl Malone to the left side, and I want to cut him off from John 12."

"John 12?"

"That's an interesting nickname." Dumas laughed.

Mo Mengchen accidentally mentioned Stockton's nickname in "The Heir of the Bull". It's really a poisonous novel.
In the second quarter, the Jazz kept the Utah Shuangsha, but replaced Hornacek.

The person who replaced him was Jamal Watson, a second-round pick who couldn't find the encyclopedia entry, and Mo Mengchen had little interest in him.

"I heard you had your knee overhauled three times?"

Mo Mengchen is not interested in him, but it does not mean that Watson is not interested in him.

As soon as we met, he opened his mouth.

Fortunately, he didn't have bad breath, what Mo Mengchen had to do was to shut him up.

Watson thought he was facing a good opponent because he played the first quarter without scoring.If Watson is a little more careful, he will find that things are not that simple.

Although Mo Mengchen didn't score in the first quarter, he had 5 rebounds and 4 assists.

If he is really no threat, how can the Pistons be reluctant to replace him?

a cover,
Mo Mengchen cuts out and Dumars passes the ball.

"Damn it, why did you miss it?" Sloan was going crazy.

That's a monster with a shooting rate as high as 50% and who can throw two three-pointers per game!

Watson's loss of position was only in an instant, and the Jazz's defense was not fast enough. After Mo Mengchen took the ball, he directly held it up without adjusting it. The poetic and painting-like shooting posture took less than a second The shot is completed within.

His fingers are like guns, pointing directly at the basket.

"Shh!"

"What a beautiful shot?"

"Dor.Mo's first ball tonight!"

Griffith, who had always had a stern face, finally felt something else: "This guy's projection pose is very interesting."

"It's finally open."

Little Du La thought that Mo Mengchen would not score tonight.

"You know him?" Miller asked.

"Dor.Mo is my friend. A while ago, he helped my father perform an operation. He is a genius!" Little Doula laughed.

Miller heard about this incident, and at this time also echoed a few words.

"You can't even run a leg that has been overhauled three times?"

Walter tried to run into space, and Mo Mengchen followed him like a ghost.

Not fun, no fun playing against this guy!
What makes Walter despair is not Mo Mengchen's defense, but his understanding of his own tactics. If this is not the first time the two sides have met this season, he will have to wonder if his teammates ran over to pretend, otherwise, how could he treat them? Are you familiar with your tactics to this extent?

The tactics on the wing were choked to death, and Stockton was blocked by Dumars on the outside. Right now, the only way for the Jazz to attack is to let Malone play singles with the ball.

This is their problem. Except for Malone, there is a lack of capable offensive players who can go it alone.

Malone himself is also an insider who relies on off-ball movement and defenders to feed the ball. His off-ball threat should be the greatest among all power forwards. It is really difficult to afford the Jazz's operation with his independent offensive ability. It can be explained from the side why he frequently drops the chain at critical moments.

The violent first quarter has gone, Malone returned to normal, and a high jumper failed.

"Jazzy"

Before the Jazz's offensive rebound could be said, a black shadow flew to grab the ball. He seemed to be a prophet of the future.

"It's Dor. Mo!"

Mo Mengchen snatched the rebound back from the hands of the Jazz, and then, without stopping for a second, made a one-handed long throw with all his strength on the spot. Houston was far away. He caught the ball under the basket and went straight to the basket. Basket scored.

25 is better than 34
The Pistons chased for 5 points in a row, and Sloan became anxious. This was not a good sign. After Hill was off the field, the Pistons entered the state instead.

"No! You can't fight like this!"

Sloan called out Antoine Kyle and Hornacek, who he needed to fight the fire.

It is necessary to maintain the tacit understanding on the court, not to save energy and expand the rotation. The Jazz does not have so many good players.

This is also the downside of a perennially stable team.

The Jazz can be said to be the Spurs before the Spurs. There have been no lottery picks all year round. They rely on a few core veterans to lead them, and then find some engineer-type players to let them play like robots. This has been maintained for 13 years.

"Shh!"

In order to expand the rotation, the Pistons' defense is flying around, which is bound to miss some people, such as Malone who is always wandering in the high post.

Malone got a comfortable open and hit a jumper.

It was his 16th point of the night.

With his goal, the point difference was in double figures again.

The tactic of tearing up the defense with the conductive ball just now, from the first quarter to the present, they have played at least five times and succeeded three times
Mo Mengchen recalled the progress of the pass in his mind, the sequence, and the connection of the final end. Why did he always miss this point when it came to Malone?
Malone is definitely the last person they want to miss.

"I'll have to watch it again."

"what?"

Mo Mengchen spoke suddenly, which frightened Dumas.

"It's nothing." Mo Mengchen said, "Give Alan more balls, he feels very hot."

"If he hears you say that, he will probably be too excited to sleep tonight." Dumas laughed.

Mo Mengchen ran to where Houston was, and pointed his thumb behind him. The latter understood, and when he was approaching, he slammed upwards and used the former's body to help him drag the defenders. Watson, an idiot, didn't know about them at all. What calculations are you making.

This was a tight fit in a small space. Under Mo Mengchen's command, Houston got a shot and scored another three-pointer.

Sloan called a timeout directly.

"Your defense is unbearable!" Sloan growled.

the other side.

"Coach, I've had enough rest." Hill challenged.

Just as Collins was about to speak, Mo Mengchen asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you won't disrupt our rhythm if you play now?"

"Not as long as you treat me as a minor character." Hill said.

"Small role?" Mo Mengchen said, "You want to be a small role?"

Hill said heavily: "Yes, a small role. Screening, pick-and-roll, blocking, advancing the offense, catching all counterattacks, as long as I can do it, I will do it. I just want to win!"

"Humph"

Mo Mengchen smiled, making it unclear what he meant.

Collins is embarrassed and angry, and Hill's dialogue with Mo Mengchen feels as if his opinion doesn't matter.

Hill's actions seemed to tell others that convincing Mo Mengchen was more important than convincing the coach.

Collins can't stand that happening.

"No, I can't let you play, I don't know what state you are in now."

Anyway, Collins is also the coach, he will never let people ride on his head again and again.

"Mo, you rest for a while."

Collins looked at Louis M. Lore again, "Get ready."

Collins replaced Mo Mengchen, who scored 3 points, 6 rebounds and 6 assists. No one knew what it was for, but what happened later made people know how stupid this substitution was.

Suddenly no one was passing the ball to a fiery Houston, and the Pistons were a disorganized team again.

Singles, constantly singles.

For the remaining 7 minutes of the first half, they played singles, and the Jazz drew a reasonable offensive and defensive map for the fans at home, cutting the Pistons into fine pieces from the inside out.

At halftime, the Jazz led by 15 points.

"What would you like to drink?"

The team took a big lead. As the host, Miller had a bright face and smiled at the distinguished guests around him.

"Does the head coach of the Pistons have shit in his head? If Dor.Mo hadn't been replaced, how could he have lost so much?" Little Dura said unhappily.

"Uh" Miller laughed dryly, "Forget it, it's just a game."

In the end, Little Doula gave Collins the middle finger from the air: "Trash!"

(End of this chapter)