You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1083: Define great

　　Define greatness

　　The last person to congratulate Mo Mengchen was Gary Payton.

　　 After tonight, Payton’s dream of a championship was cut off. Unless he is willing to turn the man in front of him into a jade, and his base salary is full of pistons, otherwise he won the championship and hopes that he has only one way to retire into the offseason.

　　 Until the end, Mo Mengchen failed to interrupt Payton's other front tooth, but he threatened many years ago.

　　Know that Dor.Mo is the master of a word.

　　 So now he was thinking seriously while looking at Payton-if he suddenly started now, could he interrupt his front teeth all at once?

　　 "Congratulations, you **** bastard." Payton said.

　　Mo Mengchen gave up the plan, he said: "Don't expect me to shake hands and hug with you."

　　Payton walked past him with a sneer, even though he felt extremely painful, he had to pretend to disdain.

　　 "If I was ten years younger, you would be **** by me!"

　　 "If I were ten years younger, your other front teeth would be gone."

　　Payton stopped.

He couldn’t help but lick his gold teeth with his tongue, whenever he remembered it, licked his teeth with his tongue, looked in the mirror to see this denture with a different color, or encountered “Are your teeth swollen? "Jian Zi", his hatred of Mo Mengchen will multiply.

　　It's just that after tonight, he may not have the opportunity to find the other party to collect debts.

　　 "Dor.Mo." Payton said without looking back. "Goodbye."

　　Just like this, Mo Mengchen greeted his enemies, greeted his teammates, accepted an interview with live media, and then entered the player channel with Hill.

　　Every time before passing through this passage junction, they will feel the extreme maliciousness from the fans on the scene.

　　 It is an urgent desire to have the ability to challenge the kingship, the ambition is extremely inflated, and I wish to let the piston abdicate immediately.

　　Tonight, their dreams broke.

　　 is like the Blazers, Lakers, Kings, Spurs.

　　Like the Knicks, Pacers, 76ers, Cavaliers.

　　Like those Western giants who haven't had time to stand on the highest stage and were defeated by teams from the same division on the way to the final.

　　Once run-down, looking forward to the coming year.

　　 "Although the game here is over, there is still one in it." Hill said with a lingering fear.

　　 This is an overtime game to be played every year after the final battle.

　　Mo Mengchen said: "The firepower of the two of us certainly cannot compare with the others."

　　 Hill knew he had plans: "Do you have any ideas?"

　　Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Of course I have plans."

"talk."

　　 Isn't this just about to be said?

　　 "The two of us focused on firepower to deal with the first one who fired at us. I bet ten dollars, and the first one to fire was definitely Eddie."

　　 Then they opened the door of the dressing room, and the first person to spray champagne shells at them turned out to be Jerome Williams.

　　 Hill exclaimed: "I TMD believed your ghost!"

　　 They expressed disappointment with the unruly old team member, so they picked up the champagne that had been set on the ground and shot at the garbage dog together.

　　Due to this person who fired on them too unexpectedly, Dor. Mo did not notice that the dear mother was bursting due to severe shock.

　　 That's right, the elegant and easy-going Duke Gaocai has gone through a half-year of hospital life and has become a middle-aged man who is full of words.

　　Mo Mengchen and Hill were first baptized by their teammates' champagne and then fought back. Finally, the two of them sprayed champagne on each other.

　　 Bathed in champagne, the two released all the pressure this year.

　　 Now, they have officially tied the Celtics' eight consecutive championships.

　　 Everything from now on will be a new history.

　　After the crazy celebration, the locker room returned to calm.

　　Fraises is also one of the targets of the player's fire, he is very sure that the dark suit on his body has been destroyed.

Although this dress is one of his favorites, his coaching success rate in wearing this dress is quite high, but on this night, he is difficult to anger with the player, so he has to continue to hang a familiar smile, which is not dangerous at all. Sensory, in fact, I have already remembered the names of the players who have attacked him, and I will find them after the next season.

　　 "We have to change our clothes and we have to go back to the scene of the game and hold our eighth trophy in front of the boos of more than 20,000 people." Fraser said.

　　 The cries of the dressing room rose again.

　　The Pistons haven’t been so excited for “a championship trophy” for a long time.

　　All teammates know the significance of this trophy is extraordinary.

　　 This is a championship that tied the ancient Celtics consecutive record;

　　 This is the championship they won when Mo Mengchen was unable to work because of injuries;

　　 This is a championship won by the players who are known as the future of the Pistons.

　　 Starting today, they will no longer be called the future.

　　 The future of people's mouths in those years is no longer illusory and indefinite.

　　 The future is tonight, the future is now, and the future has arrived.

　　The young people excitedly put on the championship clothes and ran out of the locker room like winning the championship for the first time.

　　 Older movements are slower, especially Mo Mengchen who is not easy to move.

　　 He could get dressed in ten seconds, but he didn't do that, as if to extend this time, his movements were extremely slow.

　　 "Grandpa, shall I help you?" Hill teased.

　　Mo Mengchen glanced softly and advised: "I hope you look at yourself in the mirror and you will see an ugly skeleton inside."

　　 Hill is indeed very thin right now, 203 centimeters but only 90 kilograms in weight, and the muscle loss is serious, the body looks loose and loose, like a middle-aged man who has been corroded by the wine color.

　　Hill has accepted his image, so even if wearing this short sleeve that symbolizes the championship will let the world know how thin his body becomes, he does not care.

　　 There is only one thing that Hill cares about.

　　 "I want to ask you a question, you must answer me."

　　 "Relax, if you perform ligation next time, I will do it for you personally, and I will definitely not let you suffer this again."

　　 "Who told you this!?"

　　 This guy's face was very angry and angry like a middle-aged woman who came to aunt and menopause at the same time.

　　Mo Mengchen asked: "So what do you ask, grandma?"

　　Hill told himself to be calm, this kind of thing can only be asked now. If I ask later, it’s not good to have such a good atmosphere.

　　 But he is very doubtful whether this atmosphere is good enough? Because the **** Mo Mengchen seemed to have recovered the guilty look he used to want him to chew on his face.

　　 "Seriously speaking."

　　Why does this middle-aged menopausal woman think I am not serious?

"You said."

Hill looked at him, staring at his eyes, as if to make sure that Mo Mengchen would not lie--if Mo Mengchen really wanted to lie, he would be fine--when he saw Mo Mengchen almost thought he was a Guy who had been hiding for many years When he couldn't help telling him the truth, he said, "Why didn't you avoid that night."

　　Mo Mengchen said: "Because I can't hide."

　　 The problem is here.

　　 "You said you can't avoid, you didn't say you couldn't." Hill asked, "Why don't you avoid?"

　　Mo Mengchen faced Grant Hill's eyes full of justice, he really thought that this eye can make him follow?

"Of course for the game tonight. You see, if I don’t sacrifice myself, I can’t get out of the fight. We don’t know if the young people are really reliable. Can we let them succeed – you Do you really think I would say that?" Mo Mengchen said suddenly, and said sarcastically, "Let this group of ghosts see **** Naismith!"

　　 Hill listened and laughed.

　　Based on his knowledge of Mo Mengchen, the truth of this **** is usually spoken in laughter and scolding.

　　 "Yeah, let them go to hell." Hill also learned from Mo Mengchen's joke, "Then they didn't throw me up at the end of the game? Is my weight much lighter than you?"

　　 "This group of people have forgotten how their mother took care of them!"

　　It's disgusting, this person.

　　Mo Mengchen walked out of the locker room before being sickened by Hill and vomited, and joined with the teammates of the player channel. Although the gang had already become so proud that they had imagined nine consecutive championships, they still knew who the boss was.

　　 Such a sacred moment, they must be led by the real boss.

　　 For years, this has always been the case.

　　 "Eddie, Merlot." Mo Mengchen said, "Tonight, you take the lead."

　　Wait for them to refuse or otherwise, Mo Mengchen said: "My feet hurt so much I can't run anymore."

　　 looked at each other, and without further uttering, they ran out of the player's channel together as Mo Mengchen instructed.

　　 Champions won by young people, led by young people.

　　Mo Mengchen and Hill are at the back of the team.

　　 The stage that belongs to the champion has been set up, Stern walked on the stage sleepily, he always thought that the piston dynasty would end tonight, but unfortunately, this team is a cockroach that can't be killed.

After a generous speech, Stern put the O'Brien Cup in the hands of Fraser.

　　Fraises stood beside Mo Mengchen and Hill, they were surrounded by the trophy.

　　 followed by the finals MVP.

　　 Actually there is no suspense~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if Mo Mengchen scored only 10 points in the seven games, he still has 34 points and 7 rebounds and 7 assists per game.

　　 Finals most valuable player, no suspense.

　　Anthony with 27+7+5 per game and Curry with 21+11+3+3 per game pushed Mo Mengchen gently to the front.

　　 "In twelve years, you have overcome the suffering that fate has given you."

　　 "You are a model and a benchmark for all players."

　　 "You redefine greatness."

　　 "Ladies and gentlemen, the most valuable player in the 2005-2006 NBA Finals, the winner of the Bill Russell trophy is-Dor.Mo!"

　　Mo Mengchen harvested his seventh FMVP. The unwilling fans did not boo.

　　 The scene cheered extremely warmly.

　　 "MVP!"

　　 "Even the fans who hate him very hard can't help it at the moment."

　　 "For the great yearning and surrender, written into our genes."

　　 "Dor.Mo tonight activated this gene."