You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 896 Superstar Power
Iverson dragged his legs and confronted Mo Mengchen.

On the final attack of the third quarter, Mo Mengchen's defense was perfect, the only problem was that he didn't block Iverson's shot.

With Iverson's touch at the time, the defense that didn't block the ball, no matter how good the defense was, there was only one result in the end.

"Shh!"

70 is better than 78
Here's the score at the end of the third quarter.

Iverson scored 18 points in the third quarter and now has 38 points, 5 rebounds and 3 assists.

As his opponent, Mo Mengchen also showed an equal performance: 30 points, 7 rebounds and 5 assists. His offense was not as impressive as Iverson's, because the latter relied on his personal ability, and he had two hits. Except for shooting Iverson's three-pointers, almost all of them relied on Princeton's running to get open and score.

During the break, Iverson's legs were shaking.

He has tried his best, but they are still 8 points behind the Pistons.

"AI, do you need to rest?" Larry Brown thought that Iverson needed to stay on the court, but he also saw the opponent's situation.

In the last section, he will let Iverson make his own decision.

"Coach, I can persevere to the end."

At this time, the grievances between Iverson and Brown have disappeared.

In the face of the enemy, it doesn't matter whether the ball, the boss, selfishness or selflessness, they get together, not to fight for these things.

"You've paid enough, and I can totally understand if you want to take a few minutes off," Brown said.

Rest for a few minutes?Iverson dreamed about it, but he couldn't come down and rest.

Because he stopped exercising and sat on the sidelines, the pain in his ankle would invade his body. Even if he had the courage to play, he would not be in such a good state. He must continue to play.

"Understood, coach." Iverson stood still, "but I refuse."

On the side of the Pistons, Westphal specifically asked about Iverson's injury: "Mo, do you think AI's ankle injury is serious?"

"Maybe it wasn't serious at first, but it's hard to say now." Mo Mengchen glanced at Iverson who was opposite.

Westphal said: "If I want you to concentrate on attacking him, can you do it?"

"Taking advantage of others?" Mo Mengchen smiled lightly, "I like it."

"It seems that you don't want to watch him score more points than you with one foot." Westphal picked up the tactical board and clearly drew the tactical map, "When the game starts later, everyone We must obey Mo's dispatch, and Princeton is no longer our primary tactic."

Everyone listened to Westphal's instructions, and there was a sound at the scene, and the intermission was over.

Mo Mengchen hung the towel on his shoulders slowly on the bench, and there was an aura of aloofness between the movements.

"One quarter left." Madeira looked at the score.

We are only 8 points behind.

Iverson gritted his teeth, which meant they needed to work harder than in the third quarter.

Before the opening, Duncan walked to Iverson's side and said: "If Dor.Mo breaks through you, don't chase, I'm behind you."

"Understood." Iverson said.

Then, as soon as the frontcourt whistle sounded, the ball was served to Mo Mengchen, and the fourth quarter began.

Iverson stepped forward and met Mo Mengchen face to face. Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be a wind blowing in front of him.The first step of Mo Mengchen's lightning speed started, which happened to be Iverson's injured right foot, and he couldn't react at all.

The defense was destroyed in an instant.

Duncan came outside the paint to help defend, and Mo Mengchen used a rainbow toss from a distance of one meter. Duncan's position was tricky, but he couldn't stop him from shooting.

The ball flies high and hits the net hollow.

80 is better than 70
Iverson wanted to come back, like in the third quarter, he was unstoppable.

Duncan served the ball, he turned around, and saw Mo Mengchen in front of him.

what?
"Oh my god, the audience is pressing?"

"The Pistons started the fourth quarter with a full-court press!"

Westphal asked Mo Mengchen to take full command, and it turned out to be full command, so it was not only offensive, but also defensive.

Iverson played the entire second and third quarters, and continued to play in the fourth quarter. If he hadn't been injured, his physical strength might be able to support him. Now it's different, and his foot injury will only get worse.

It was at this time that a high-intensity full-court press started.

Only passing the ball can solve the problem, but if the ball is passed, at Iverson's current speed, it will be difficult for him to get rid of Mo Mengchen to catch the ball.

The situation in front of him was extremely critical, but there was not much time left for Iverson to think.

The double-teaming of Mo Mengchen and Hill soon came to him. The power of the two-teaming was so powerful that he had already experienced it, and he absolutely did not want to continue to experience it under this situation.

"Danger!"

Amidst the exclamation of the audience, Iverson passed the ball to Duncan.

The 76ers were reduced to the point where the big man dribbled the ball across the court, and the pressure-filled defense made it hard for people to breathe.

They stumbled to the frontcourt, the formation was completely disrupted, like a herbivore encountering a predator, everyone was in danger.

Iverson kept running, as if he couldn't die.

His enthusiasm is worthy of recognition, but it is a pity that Dor.Mo is defending him.

Duncan tried to get the ball into his hands, but his running was doomed to futility. Even with teammates covering, the Pistons' defenses could keep up.

Duncan stood helplessly at the free throw line, Curry's defense was closing in, and now he had to attack himself.

Duncan flicked the ball, tapped Curry, dribbled deep, forced a layup, and missed.He started again at the basket, clicked a bit, but still didn't make it.

Curry was angry and anxious, his strength was not as good as Duncan's, and the position he got stuck in was also very average, and Duncan made up for it with three offensive rebounds in a row.

72 is better than 80
A goal was scored, but it was a difficult goal.

If they play like this, they can maintain the 8-point gap and they have completed the task. How can they overtake the score?

If I ask you to focus your fire on him, can you do it?

Westphal's words resounded in Mo Mengchen's mind, what does it mean to be fully fired?Is it obsessed with singles with the ball, attacking Iverson's injured foot?
No, doing that would only arouse his blood.

Mo Mengchen would not do that.

"I'm tired of breaking through you to score in one step." Mo Mengchen suddenly received the ball.

Iverson's face changed, and Mo Mengchen passed the ball to Rashid who ran to the high position, and then he started to move under the cover of Rashid.

If Iverson doesn't keep up, Mo Mengchen can overwhelm their defense line just by running.

When attacking, in order to catch the ball, Iverson can run at all costs, but when defending, is this perseverance still the same?
He gave the answer.

Mo Mengchen didn't get rid of him. He led Iverson to run around the entire field twice for 15 consecutive seconds, and they didn't stop for a second.

This guy is indeed tough enough, his ankle should already be in pain, and every step is a burden for him, but he followed up with a fast speed.

Just, very sorry.

Curry's off-ball screen finally blocked Iverson at the intersection.

At the 45-degree three-point line on the right, Mo Mengchen ran out. Hill from the bottom corner moved the ball to his side. The defender had disappeared, leaving only open space for Mo Mengchen.

"NO!!"

The Phillies are shouting.

This season's MVP made an open three-point shot, with his iconic shooting posture, pointing his pistol-like fingers at the basket, and after he landed, he turned around directly, as if the result was already doomed.

83 is better than 72
"God, why?!" The fans roared unwillingly.

Iverson frowned coldly, Mo Mengchen ended his defense by running, and made a three-pointer. He will never give in.

"I don't want to lose to you again."

Iverson repeated this sentence in his heart. He ran to the frontcourt empty-handed, obviously the Pistons did not press the whole court this time.

"A cancer like you who can't run fast, jump high, occupy the ball offensively, and defend purely as a colander, why do you insist on staying on the court?" Mo Mengchen's off-ball confrontation gradually wrapped Iverson's body, "I really I'm tired of playing against you, can you please get off the court?"

Out of anger, Iverson elbowed Mo Mengchen's chest hard, pushed away Mo Mengchen's body, and ran to the top of the arc to catch the ball.

He jumped up and started to shoot the basket. Then, the shadow shrouded from the side, and a huge crisis came, like a divine thunder from nine days away, slamming on his head coldly.

"Dor.Mo"

Just one second after Momun dust capped Iverson, the sideline referee whistled: "Three-point shooting foul!"

Hearing this, Mo Mengchen turned coldly and looked at the referee.

The line referee over there didn't dare to meet that look at all, "Hands up!"

That's all he dared to say.

Mo Mengchen stood where he was, staring at him coldly, "Did I foul?"

"Dor.Mo, raise your hand!" Obviously Mo Mengchen didn't move at all, but the referee was shocked by his aura and only dared to yell to boost his aura.

Then, the other two referees came over.

Mo Mengchen slowly raised his hand. In an official sense, he admitted the foul.

"I heard that there is a monthly performance appraisal within the Referee Association. If some people often make wrong judgments, they will be punished accordingly." Mo Mengchen looked at the young sideline referee with a smile, "A referee as young as you , should have a fairly long career, what do you think?"

Fearing that there would be other troubles, the referee hastily said, "Mo, since you have admitted the foul, let the AI ​​make free throws."

Dealing with referees is a science, Mo Mengchen will never show disrespect to referees, but he will use various extreme methods to show his dissatisfaction with the judgment.

It's highly likely that the young sideline umpire would not call his foul all night because of this blatant threat.

Iverson prepares three free throws.

Of these three free throws, he hit two goals and his personal score reached 40 points.

74 is better than 83
"Next time, who will save you?" Iverson heard Mo Mengchen say this when he ran past.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Iverson turned around and challenged Mo Mengchen, "I'm waiting for you to call!"

(End of this chapter)