You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

The Magic opened an 8-4 start. O'Neill was in the penalty area. He was majestic, and Mills and Thorpe could not resist him.

The young big shark didn’t satisfy 8-2, he felt they could do more things, so when he got the ball back and unloaded it to get rid of Mills, when a king stepped into the basket and dunked again, the Pistons requested Suspended.

Mills obviously couldn't stop O'Neill, Collins replaced white center Eric Lekner, hoping that this big white will more or less resist O'Neill.

Collins was never the coach of Cheng Chun, he could only make some simple changes.

In the end it still depends on the players themselves.

When playing, Mo Mengchen said to Hill: "Denis Scott's defense is pretty bad."

Hill enlarged his pupil and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Bash him." Mo Mengchen said firmly.

Mo Mengchen seldom makes such requests. He does not advocate singles. Once he speaks of singles, it can only explain one thing: no matter how clever, the tactics are not as good as singles.

In this way, Scott's defense is really bad to a certain extent.

Hill's feeling is correct, and Scott's defense is really unbearable.

Last season's finals, the Magic defeated the Rockets. Many people took the black pot to Nick Anderson-four free throws at critical moments-but Scott's weakness on the defensive end and being exploded by the Rockets' wing is the main reason.

The Magic's strike line has been lacking vitality. If Hardaway, the big defender, supported the field, the problem would be more obvious.

Now, Mo Mengchen needs Hill like the Rockets' Horry and others, to detonate this defensive guy who is as useless as air.

One side pulled away, and the audience roared loudly.

They hope to use this noise to influence Hill's performance.

Hill leaves only anger to the fans. He feels like Scott's defense is erotic. Although this is true, he has gone too far.

There is no change in direction, and it is all eaten raw in the first step.

Sylvain rushed into the basket, facing the Cobra Grant's defense, he made a difficult draw under the basket, completely Michael Jordan-style aerial work, Grant saw Jordan do countless times, now Another young man did it in front of him, playing cricket.

6 to 10

Hill came back with Mo Mengchen high-five.

Even Mo Mengchen boasted a good shot to make Devil Mountain light.

These good boys just can't help boasting, and boasting about accidents.

In turn, O'Neal once again lowered the ball to ask for the ball. Hardaway hung the ball over. It was clear that Houston had retracted to wrap up. Hill had to retreat in order to create more pressure on the sharks. Is this enough? Scott, who had just been beaten by him, was not such an incompetent three-pointer.

O'Neill scored out of the ball and Dennis Scott scored a three-pointer with an average of 44 shots per game this season.

1 to 6

"This is a big problem. If Detroit doesn't use the classic wheel wars, Shaq will peel them alive and live. It's useless to rely on the bag." Old Brown laughed.

His partner Turingpi smiled flirtatiously, this old-fashioned self-proclaimed kung fu is becoming more and more famous, classic wheel war? Isn't that your tactic?

"Your talents are like stupid pigs, what are you thinking about?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Yeah, don't you believe me?" Houston is also strange. He saw that Hill was facing a sharp shooter like Scott before he struggled to get in and wrapped up.

Hill also has misery, and can only say: "It's all my fault. I will fight back and give me the ball!"

Hill sank into a low post, and Mo Mengchen was a little uneasy. He should play the offense several times.

How easy was it to attack like that? Scott couldn't keep up with him at all. With his first step, he really wanted to pull it off alone, and the Magic couldn't find someone who could strangle him.

But he went low.

Mo Mengchen saw his position stuck, so he passed the ball.

"It's said that you will judge the situation, how do I think you just know who to pass to?" Hardaway asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen looked at him like an idiot: "Doesn't you know who passed the pass when you try?"

As soon as the words fell, Hill rolled over.

The moment the basketball left his palm, Mo Mengchen decided not to enter, and he could even predict the rebounding point. Hardaway had no time to block him and he rushed to the basket.

The audience couldn't imagine how Mo Mengchen was so thin, how did he **** the rebound in the hands of the elders like O'Neill, Thorpe, Grant, and Lechner.

The only thing the fans on the scene knew was that he snatched the ball, and the only reaction of others was to stand in a daze.

"Watch out for his pass!"

Shouted Old Hill.

Too late, Mo Mengchen threw the ball in his hand like a dart, and the only person who reacted was Houston, which was constantly running.

Outside the three-point line on the left, Houston catches the ball and stands at the three-point line to shorten the distance of the previous three-pointer and shoot directly.

"Uh!"

9 to 1

"Pretty, doro's rebounding smell is really amazing!"

"I heard that he is only 80 kg? This is too thin!"

Old Brown shook his head, not optimistic about Mo Menchen's development.

"Fuck, give me the ball!"

O'Neill did not accept the Pistons to catch up, he made up his mind to make the opponent see no hope for the audience, just because Thorpe provokes him.

Against O'Neill, one-on-one will definitely not work.

Hardaway dribbled past halftime, and his ability has not been shown except for the dunk above Thorpe.

This is O'Neill's favorite thing about him. He doesn't like to grab the limelight. If he can win, he is willing to be his deputy.

After the pass, Hardaway retreated to the corner.

This is to avoid Mo Mengchen's double-teaming, because once Mo Mengchen's double-packing, he can get a seat, he can directly make a three-pointer after O'Neal returns.

Mo Mengchen estimated the position, he deliberately changed the defensive position.

His position made Hardaway one step closer to the sideline, and then he waited for O'Neal to attack-see me, be sure to see me, dead fat!

O'Neill was about to devour Lechner, and Mo Mengchen finally got up and ran towards him.

This shocked O'Neal to pass Hardaway immediately.

Mo Mengchen had already expected this, he could not block O'Neill's pass, but he affected Hardaway's receiving position, when Hardaway took the ball, Mo Mengchen had already returned to his body.

But his defensive position has been lost and Hardaway took an amazing first step around the bottom line.

"Beep!"

"Step on the line!"

It can't be said that these are all under the control of Mo Mengchen. Hardaway stepped out of bounds was an accident. His plan is to make Hardaway catch the ball in an awkward position so that he can still stick to the basket to affect his shot.

Walking on the line is an accident, but without his elaborate design, there would be no such accident.

Hardaway said that it was an ordinary mistake. He didn't think about anything else. He gave the ball to the referee, waved his hand to O'Neal, and ran back.

Few people know the details of Hardaway's out of bounds.

Dane Stanton, assistant coach of the Pistons, sees this round. This is not the first time. Mo Mengchen has such amazing moments in every game.

"This guy is really smart." Stan Channel, "or cunning, like a fox."

Made Hardaway's mistakes and the offensive end was no less desperate than his opponent.

Mo Mengchen called a pick and roll and handed the ball to Hill.

Hill's outside singles Scott, the speed of the world's best, almost pass it in one step, if Grant is not timely replacement, he directly dunked the ball.

Hill attacked halfway and O'Neill also defended.

Although O'Neill is not good at preventing pick-and-roll, but his figure, coupled with an explosive talent, makes his deterrence in the restricted area unmatched.

Hill shook his hand and gave it to Houston who cut out to catch the ball.

Houston missed a defensive midfielder.

Hardaway took the rebound and the young Jordanian successor finally pulled his deadly sword out of the scabbard at this moment.

"too fast!"

Mo Mengchen originally had the lead, but the pennies behind him were like gusts and rainstorms. When they accelerated, they couldn't even pull him off.

His fast break was like a round of sunlight shining on the earth, and it ended in an instant.

Such a terrible speed came from a 201 cm guard? God is not fair.

15 to 9

"How about, you can't do this kind of attack? How do you judge the situation?" Hardaway ran past him with a smile.

Hill smiled and asked, "Do you want to call back?"

"Shut up, what the **** are you attacking?" Mo Mengchen put the responsibility for this counterattack on Hill because he was not good at attacking.

In the impression, this is the first time Hill heard him burst.

"Why are you like this?"

Hill rarely explodes, and can even be said that he is basically not too coarse, and good tutoring has created him. The praise of the gentle gentleman gentleman is not the glasses worn on the pig's face, it is genuine.

Talent emerged in this round.

Mo Mengchen waved his left hand continuously at the top of the arc, and he called for two tactics.

Usually one will succeed, because two tactics are started at the same time, the opponent can block one ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the other will definitely go wrong.

Magic used absolute focus and execution to block the two ends, and it took the piston 17 seconds.

In the end, Mo Mengchen had to give Thorpe the ball.

Old Thorpe backed Grant, he still has the power, but the sharks have too much deterrent in the basket, Thorpe can only choose a wide range of barely hook.

When the ball hits the iron, Hardaway wants to push back again. Mo Mengchen takes a step forward and reaches for a foul.

They gasped, this feeling was completely different.

The Magic in the regular season does not have this kind of pressure.

This is a playoff game. Mo Mengchen, like his teammates, has a breathless feeling.

In the first quarter, it was under this pressure that the magic fire fully opened, and a horrific score of 40 to 2 was exploded.

The difference of 17 points is like a sword hanging on the neck, making it difficult to breathe.