You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Two chapters in one

Ratliff is a crazy dog ​​in O'Neill's eyes.

Why is this crazy dog ​​suddenly out of control? He naturally remembered what Mo Mengchen said before-"Remember what I said."

He easily associates Ratliff's foul with Mo Mengchen, which must have been given by the bastard.

Mo Mengchen was also wronged. He made Ratliff foul but did not let him kill O'Neill.

"Shaq hits the free throw line."

"Only one hitter was given such a heavy foul, and the referee was too forgiving."

Turing and Wharton talked about the referee's standards, and O'Neill continued to spam at Mormon Dust.

What "You **** Australian bug, I’m never ending with you!", what "Do you think this kind of trick can beat me? I’m a superman boy!", what "Only insidious Australian stink guys will do Use this kind of tricks!"

Although Ratliff's heavy fouls are not in Mo Mengchen's plan, such heavy fouls are definitely better than ordinary fouls.

O'Neal's free throw percentage this season is only 48.7%, with the help of this foul, his free throw percentage may have a chance to fall below this number.

By the way, his shooting percentage is 57.3%.

Missed two free throws!

The scene was full of boos, and Mo Mengchen took the pass from Ratliff in the boos and uploaded it to Houston in the frontcourt.

Houston dragged his injured foot and struck back.

"You can't stop me with one foot!" Houston shouted.

57 to 69

"You actually used this method in order to restrict Shaq, which really surprised me. You are too terrible!" Hardaway was uneasy for the shark. "Can't you do anything to win?"

Mo Mengchen said impatiently: "Speak nonsense, Zebei Rongzhi."

Zebei Rongzhi?

What is he saying?

Hardaway expressed his doubts by changing the direction of the blade and shredding the paper to shake Mo Mengchen's defense. His start was fatal at this moment.

This is also the reason why Ratliff is replaced. His assist ability is the Pistons' strongest.

Under his interference, Hardaway slammed the basket with four or two pounds, and slowly rolled out.

Thorpe slammed the ball out.

Mo Mengchen scored a rebound.

At this time, Turing reported: "Dor.Mo just grabbed his tenth rebound tonight, he reached a triple-double!"

"This is his first triple-double in the playoffs."

Unwinnable triple-doubles are worthless, Mo Mengchen slams the ball.

"I finally got the chance, you **** bastard, Shaq told me to educate you!" Nick Anderson appeared in front.

You know, Mo Mengchen's ball control points are full.

I don't usually play with those activities, or do the actions to end my ankle to protect myself.

It took him a season to convince everyone in the league that his left hand was a weakness, and it took a season to make everyone think he was a decent player.

At this moment, so urgent, Mo Mengchen couldn't care about his knee, he just wanted to rush to the front court to fight this counterattack.

"OHNO!"

Fans at the scene called out.

So what happened on the scene?

Mo Mengchen was in contact with An Jiansen's short soldiers, but he didn't even have physical contact. In the moment of confrontation, Mo Mengchen was behind the ball, shaped like a pendulum, and the pendulum turned behind an emergency stop. Anderson knelt down and continued on.

Collins opened his mouth, Hill stared, Houston was incredible, everyone was stunned.

Mo Mengchen dunks to score!

59 to 69

"Magic team requests a timeout!"

"They were chased consecutively and now they are only 10 points away."

"Dor.Mo, he stood up at a critical moment, this Australian is a natural killer!"

When Mo Mengchen came off, Hill asked: "Are you crazy? Do you know if the pendulum changes direction..."

"It's a big loss of knees, I know." Mo Mengchen said, "Like we all know that Burger King is unhealthy, but if you like it, it doesn't matter if you eat it occasionally. If my luck is really bad, it's because it just The change of direction caused injuries, and I admit my fate."

"I couldn't take care of these at that time." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill watched him not talking.

Isn't that what he always wanted Mo Mengchen to show?

Aggressive.

Now he knows, this guy is not without aggression, he just deliberately suppressed his aggression, because of injury, because the game has not reached the final moment, because the team has not yet reached the line, because they have never encountered like Such a crisis tonight.

At such moments, he can no longer rely on tactics and command to win the game.

Collins first looked at Thorpe's fouls, four times.

Ratliff had five fouls.

"Otis, you swap positions with Theo."

Collins yelled: "Once Shaq gets the ball, he will foul him directly, no worries!"

"Theo, I need you to stay on the court. Your defense is very important to us!" Collins has no time to sigh Momon Chen's decision. He can only use the method that Momon Chen devised to deal with O'Neill and constantly adjust it. .

Ratliff can never leave the field, and his ability to protect the basket is irreplaceable for the current Pistons.

With him in place, the Pistons have the opportunity to strangle both the inner and outer stars of Magic at the same time.

O'Neal took the ball and greeted the foul;

Hardaway broke through, and the Ratliff Hot Pot served.

This is the Piston's method and the last one.

End of pause

Mo Mengchen's attention was very concentrated. He saw the magic map, and the previous games appeared in his mind-they played this tactic in the bottom corner.

Mo Mengchen walked to Houston and whispered a few words.

Houston nodded.

The magic was magnificent, O'Neill and Grant all came to high positions for cover, Hardaway desperately ran for position, as if he was really ready to take the ball to attack.

Since they acted so seriously, Mo Mengchen naturally had to seriously accompany him in a show.

Hardaway distracted everyone and eventually got the ball. Denis Scott lurking in the corner took the opportunity to expand outward.

It is for this moment that Houston wants to defend him. The Magic know that he is injured. The success of the tactics will make them less vigilant. If the opponent is still injured Houston, Scott's vigilance will disappear directly. So, When Hardaway passed the ball, he did not expect Houston to suddenly get stuck in the passing position and cut off his pass.

"what happened?"

This error means that the Magic's timeout was called, and now they have to return to defense.

Houston passed the ball to Hill running at full speed.

Devil Mountain is riding a fast break.

"BOOM!"

61 to 69

"Note that Orlando has not scored for nearly four minutes."

"With 5 minutes left in the game, they only have an advantage of 8 points."

Hardaway lost a smile on his face, their opponents caught up, and now is not the time for hippy smiles.

Mo Mengchen was happy to see his opponent's frown, but the former was easier to deal with.

If you want to choose, he will choose Hardaway with a hippie smile.

"We underestimated you." Hardaway shot the ball seriously.

Mo Mengchen asked: "Are you ready to become the first team member in history to win 60 victories but collapse in the first round?"

"The first round of broken halberds?"

Hardaway sneered, waiting for the offensive time to enter the last six seconds, he destroyed Mo Mengchen's defense like stepping on a hot wheel.

The most frustrating thing for Mo Mengchen was that he clearly knew how Hardaway would break through, but he couldn't keep up anyway.

Hardaway was afraid of the help of Ratliff, and suddenly stopped halfway through and jumped out of the CIC.

It feels bad to shoot, he shouted a rebound.

The reminder is not as good as the pre-judgment. Mo Mengchen made a good pre-judge. He snatched the rebound in the hands of the inside and looked at the front: "Catch!"

Alan Houston has always said according to Mo Mengchen: only offensive, not defensive.

This is good for him and good for the team.

If he concentrates on attacking, he doesn't have to think about defense. In his current situation, even if he wants to do a good job of defense, the effect is minimal. Instead of doing useless work, it is better to give up.

That guy gave an extremely correct suggestion.

However, when did he give wrong advice?

Although he did not want to admit it, he really never missed it.

Houston looked at the ball in the air, and he reached out to catch it. It was a good pass. He didn't know how Mo Mengchen controlled the pass line so well.

Unbiased and unimportant, he can stop for a shot or dunk.

At this moment, of course, only a dunk can boost morale.

Houston gritted his teeth and jumped into the dunk.

63 to 69

The Orlando Arena lost its cheering and fans fell silent.

This also made Turing's voice extra loud: "The Magic again request a timeout!"

"They have not scored for four and a half minutes!"

End of pause

Brian Hill arranged a serving tactic this time.

Didn't let the receiver directly end, which also made their opponents unable to target. After Hardaway took the ball, he stood in place, let everyone return to the position, and should play a positional battle well.

From a 16-point lead to a 6-point lead, this roller coaster experience is rare for them.

They have excellent talents and strong strength. As long as the average team is led by them to 16 points, the game is basically over.

The tenacity of the Pistons surprised them and filled their hearts with a sense of crisis.

O'Neill is no longer obsessed with low post attack, he cated waist, stepped forward suddenly blocked Mo Mengchen.

Hardaway started off like a blast and missed the three-point line for an instant. Ratliff returned to the basket. He forgot the number of fouls on his body and focused on jumping up to defend.

Hardaway was looking for him!

"Beep!"

When the whistle sounded, Ratliff's face was ashamed, and Collins kicked the stool beside him.

After the whistle sounded, Hardaway pulled the ball from Ratliff's arm with a smile.

"Uh!"

"Who scored?"

The DJ growled.

"Penny~~~~ Hardaway~~!!!"

"Theo Ratliff left the court in full, and his replacement was Terry Mills."

"The only thing we need to know is that the Magic broke the scoring shortage and the Pistons lost the barrier inside."

"Will this be the beginning of Detroit's collapse?"

collapse?

Mo Mengchen snorted coldly and stood outside waiting for Hardaway's penalty.

Penny added a penalty, 72 to 63.

About 20 seconds later, Mo Mengchen ran back, cut the corner, Hill passed the ball.

Anderson threw himself out to defend. His block shot was slower than Mo Mengchen's shot. Eventually, the ball flew into the air and crossed the basket in the eyes of everyone.

"Response from Dor.Mo! 66 to 72."

In the next few minutes, the Magic changed to Hardaway.

Arrogant and proud, such as O'Neill, he was willing to act as a foil, because he knew that as long as he took the ball, his opponent must foul. Therefore, he focused on pick-and-roll and cover, only relying on air cut and second offense to score.

Losing Ratliff, the Pistons no longer has air defense capabilities in the penalty area, Thorpe and Mills are unable to prevent him from scoring in the penalty area.

He scored, and his opponent scored.

Hardaway beat Momon Chen with a backhand hit and hit with a hook.

More than ten seconds later, Mo Mengchen handed the pass to Mills.

O'Neal could not get out, Mills made a three-pointer.

69 to 74

The point difference narrowed further, Hardaway called a pick-and-roll to break into the middle jumper and then enter.

The voice of the scene waved higher than waved.

Mo Mengchen started to mobilize his teammates. At this moment, everyone in the Pistons gave himself to him. They knew that this thin but strong Australian would make the right decision.

"Uh!"

Houston hit a three-pointer.

Although the process is slow, although the effect is minimal, the Pistons are slowly chasing points.

In the last three minutes, the score was 78 to 74, 4 points worse.

In the last two minutes, the score was 82 to 79, 3 points worse.

In the last minute, Penny shot and hit iron, and Mo Mengchen grabbed a long rebound to launch a fast break. Hardaway and Anderson came together.

He didn't seem to have any hope of scoring.

Mo Mengchen jumped up and tried to attack-"Is he crazy?" Everyone thought so.

He threw himself into the air without any center of gravity. He landed in a lying position, but also avoided the cover, and the ball bypassed the fingertips of Anderson and Pence...

Uh!

The coaching staff and teammates on the field can no longer describe how excited they are with words. They look red and roar loudly.

81 to 83

Mo Mengchen stood up without saying a word, but backed away.

This was supposed to be a game that was pocketed by the Magic early. I don't know what happened. Their opponent was suddenly resurrected, led by a seemingly innocent person.

At this moment, all Magic fans have remembered his face, his number, and his nickname.

The Chinese Australian, Piston's No. 9, Dor. Mo.

"The game enters the last minute!"

Hardaway did not plan to delay the time. He was batting the ball and his rhythm was fast. Forty-five degrees on the right three-point line. He stopped. He pulled up. Is he going to shoot?

"No, no!"

Hardaway suddenly changed his hand gestures in the air, and his shot turned into a jump pass. His passing object was O'Neal standing under the basket.

"Oh no!"

The shadow of darkness enveloped the penalty area and Mills couldn’t stop it. What’s more terrible is that O’Neill caused a foul after he crashed into the air, and after the dunk succeeded, the referee decided it was a valid goal!

O'Neal couldn't find a free throw feel tonight, and his teammates are ready for 2+0.

Hardaway raised his hand slowly, ready to foul Mo Mengchen at any time.

As a result, O'Neill made the most critical penalty tonight.

The moment the goal was scored, the audience shouted MVP.

O'Neill shook his fist thick and snarled loudly, and the Magic persuaded to retreat and retreat.

With 47 seconds remaining in the game, 86 to 81, the Magic led to 5 points.

"Serve."

In despair, Mills heard Mo Mengchen's voice.

"Mo, I'm sorry." Mills believes that this ball is his poor defense.

"Don't apologize before the end, we haven't lost yet."

Mo Mengchen caught Mills' serve and drove through the half quickly.

"In any case, basketball fans all over the world will remember this young man who is only 23 years old. His counterattack at the last moment, the way he leads the team, and the trouble he brings to the Magic will be remembered by many people. Heart." Turing said.

Wharton stared at the person who seemed to be shining brightly, and said: "To know how strong a person is, you have to look at his performance in desperation. Dor.Mo proves that he deserves the praise of the outside world."

Arc top

Mo Mengchen raised his left hand, a little to the left and right, his teammates knew what it meant-scalpel!

Hardaway defended seriously, he never wanted to have any failures, they must win this game!

Everyone on the Pistons is moving.

Such a tactic of five people moving at the same time has a great risk, because the more people move, the greater the defense line involved. If one person makes a mistake, the entire line will be wrong.

Mills' pick-and-roll is the key to this tactic.

Mo Mengchen stepped straight into the three-point line, Hardaway encountered a pick-and-roll reaction, and then the magic defense line was in chaos.

Hill turned around to a block next to Houston—Houston ran against this diagonal line and ran out of the vast space through Hill’s body: “Mo!”

Mo Mengchen looked back.

Houston made a three-pointer.

The ball flew high and went straight up into the air. The audience held their breath and waited for it to land.

"Uh!"

"Alan Houston scored a goal to save the game!"

"Will he be the savior of Detroit?"

"There are 32 seconds left in the game, 86 to 84. The opportunity is equal for both parties!"

The magic called out the last timeout tonight, and Houston endured the severe pain from his ankles, and ran to Mo Mengchen to give him a high-five.

"Defensive! Defensive! The next step is to defend well! We have chased here, we will not stop, we will have the following skills!"

Collins has no tactics at all. The only thing he can do now is to cheer up this amazing group of players.

At the end of the pause, Mo Mengchen saw the murderous flash in Hardaway's face.

The children who grew up watching the Jordan game all have a killer heart.

Although Hardaway is more like a magician than Jordan, he now hopes that he can be the final moment at the critical moment like Jordan.

I won't let you succeed.

After running continuously, Hardaway got the ball again.

The position is completely pulled apart. Compared with Mo Mengchen's careful planning, each part is clearly arranged, and the magic key attack is simple and rude.

Hardaway vs Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen could not resist Hardaway, this is a conclusion that needs no proof.

In the last 30 seconds, the Pistons had a difference of 2 points. If Mo Mengchen had Hardaway win, it is likely to end the game.

This ball must be guarded!

Even after playing so many games, he still does not know what kind of way Hardaway likes to attack, because there are too many weapons in his arsenal.

In the face of a guy who is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, you have to find his weaknesses accurately. You have to know what he wants to do.

You have to anticipate the enemy first.

He is a left-handed dribble with a normal rhythm, so this is not a breakthrough.

Mo Mengchen's brain is running fast-there is no running behind, the space is completely torn apart, there is no tactics, no passing, he wants to solve the problem by himself.

am I wrong? Does he not break through?

no no...

Hardaway didn't know what Mo Mengchen was thinking. He only knew that he had to score this goal. He had scored an offensive on Mo Mengchen countless times, and this time there would be no accidents.

"Mo, fail to prepare to swallow!"

At this moment, Mo Mengchen had a prediction in his heart. He didn't know if he was right. If he was wrong, the defense would collapse completely. If he happened to be right, he might not be able to stop Hardaway.

He is 50% likely to be correct, and at the same time, even if he guesses right, the probability of defending Hardaway is only 50%.

I can't care so much anymore!

In front of Mo Mengchen, Hardaway, like a cat that threw out the jungle, quickly turned to the left to open the space, and then, closed the ball...

Pence is determined to win, he has played the best rhythm, as long as the ball is held up, he has 100% certainty to kill this game.

It was just that the basketball did not lift to the top of his head as he wished. Before he lifted the ball, Mo Mengchen used his hand as a knife and slammed down the risk of fouling from the side.

"NO! You can't do this to us!"

Some fans cried out.

"Dor.Mo steals~~~!"

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball on the ground and looked at the forward basket. He used all his strength. He had never shown such speed in front of his teammates. Although he cannot be said to be very fast, this is really true for Mo Mengchen. The speed is extremely fast.

Especially in the last few seconds of the game, he can still have such a speed, how rare!

He has done everything!

"Mo~~!!"

Hardaway snarled and threw himself from behind, detonating down before Mo Mengchen finished leveling the layup.

"That's a foul!"

Out of control Collins shouted at the referee.

The referee was indifferent. Mo Mengchen's layup was out of bounds and was still the piston's ball. With only 5 seconds left in the game, Collins requested a timeout.

hateful!

Mo Mengchen stood up slowly.

Hardaway said coldly: "Even if I kill you, the referee will not foul."

"I know," Mo Mengchen glanced at him. "I just need to confirm it again."

It was caught by Hardaway, blocked by him, and blocked by him with a completely foul action, which was all expected by Mo Mengchen, because he was not fast enough to complete the overtaking counterattack, all he wanted was Hardaway fouled and he will score the ball after the foul.

I just didn't expect the referee to be really indifferent.

The referee's reaction affected his shot and he failed to score the ball.

With only 5 seconds left in the game, they were 2 points behind.

"Play scalpel tactics," Joe Lynch suggested.

Collins shook his head and said: "No, time is not enough. If you play scalpel tactics, the final shot pressure will be great, because there is not enough time!"

"We only have 5 seconds!"

Collins shouted: "Mo, hit a scorpion tail here, Alan, I need you to end this game!"

Houston should be loud.

As soon as the pause ended, Mo Mengchen came on stage.

The best 5 seconds to stand up.

Mills' screen allowed Mo Mengchen to get the ball.

5 seconds,

Mo Mengchen dribble the top of the arc, and then pick and roll, Houston quietly followed.

4 seconds,

The Magic team thought that the Pistons wanted to equalize the score, only one person saw the door.

3 seconds,

Mo Mengchen broke through with his right hand and tore off Hardaway's defense. Almost instantly, Hill and Mills made a double screen for Houston.

Houston stayed in shape and ran back to the top of the arc. If his ankle was not injured, he could run faster. At this instant, Mo Mengchen shot the ball. However, also behind Houston, a faster white figure knocked him away from behind.

Houston lost his ability to think~www.wuxiaspot.com~His brain was blank.

"It's Nick Anderson!"

The Orlando Arena's call rose to the very top. In the last second, Anderson steals Mo Mengchen's pass and he tosses the ball high.

"A magical steal from the magical man!"

During the time when the ball was climbing, the game time came to an end.

Houston was knocked to the ground;

Hill panted;

Mo Mengchen remained silent;

The magic team is joyous;

Celebrating the victory together, only the Pistons, they are still in place, whether it is off the field or on the field, they are motionless, as if their time is still before the end of the game.

ps: I think this is the result that everyone has expected.