You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

The intensity of the match has suddenly increased, and those who are new to the car are surprised.

Although each coach advocates increasing strength in the match to achieve the best training results, few teams will really play the match to that extent, because that will increase the risk of injury.

Today is only the first confrontation game after the start of the training camp. This group of people has greatly increased the intensity of the confrontation under the command of others.

Barkley's condition is very gratifying, he seems to recover quite well.

The operation a few months ago did not seem to affect his performance, and he is now completely radiant on the court.

Although Rick Mahon is a famous villain, his evil is real, and he has only one mission each time-to fight each other.

This is very common in the NBA team in the 1980s, everyone will keep such a thug in the team.

Now that era is gradually gone, Stern's restrictions on fighting are getting stricter, the thugs have lost the stage, and there are fewer and fewer wicked people like Mahon.

He is a master in fighting, because he is a native of practicing boxing, and playing basketball has some problems.

Whether it is offensive or defensive, none of him is outstanding, can only be said to meet the requirements of the team.

If he didn't use a bad move, he couldn't resist the unreasonable offensive player against Barkley. There was no other way than increasing the intensity of the confrontation.

Seeing that the black team just kept feeding the ball to Buckley and exploded the defense line, Mo Mengchen called Wallace; "You come to prevent Chuck the next round."

"What do you mean?" Ma Hong asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "You can't guard him, let others guard."

Ma Hong asked, "Do you think this rookie is better than me?"

"The shameless old thing, who gave you the courage to defend yourself well?" Mo Mengchen looked at him playfully, "You let Chuck hit a 100% hit rate, and now you have to say in front of me that you are protected Very good? Also a human being, why is your face so thick?"

Wallace and Williams only worry about one thing.

Will Mo Mengchen be beaten?

Ma Hong was so angry that when he was born, he was ascended to heaven, and after playing for so many years in the NBA, no one else saw him. How many times will his mother X be sprayed by this sophomore in a match today?

Who does he think he is?

Isaiah Dumas never sprayed me like this!

There is a serious problem with Mo Menchen's two insiders, they are not shooting.

Without shooting, there is no space. After pick-and-roll and cover, you can only cut in. The opponent only needs to block the cut-in space to stop them.

In order to create opportunities, Mo Mengchen and others had to conduct more transmission balls.

"Still need someone to use their personal ability to break the game. If they only rely on the pass, they lose."

Matt Jones said.

Collins grumbled: "If you really think so, it can only mean that you don't understand the doctor too much."

In a few words, Mo Mengchen handed the pass to Houston, turned into the three-point line, and cut straight to the basket.

The CIC King saw it accurately and passed the ball.

When Mo Mengchen took the ball, the black team's defense had rushed at him. The ball didn't stop at all, the moment it touched Mo Mengchen, Mo Mengchen injected another force on his body, and it continued to fly.

Mahon scored the ball and shouted, ready to complete the attack with a dunk.

On one side, Chicago’s giant Lauderdale blocked Mahon’s attack like a mountain that covered the sky, and he was blocked.

Too high!

Hill is ready to fight back, Mo Mengchen is like using a flashing hero, suddenly infested in front of him, a fierce foul that leaves no room left on Hill's hand.

"My slim hand." Hill wailed, "You bastard!"

Mo Mengchen didn't recover, but just shook his hand, not knowing that he was expressing his guilt, or that he felt awesome.

Hill is more inclined to the latter, which is the kind of person who fights against each other.

Even in a matchup, he will go all out.

This maniac!

However, it doesn't matter, we can't lose anyway.

Hill found that Barkley still has the strength of an All-Star. When he took the ball in the post, he had a strong ability to solve problems one-on-one.

Facing Barkley's attack, Mo Mengchen had no other indication.

Big Ben's height and tonnage are not as good as Ma Hong, his skills and physical fitness are even worse, he has little advantage over Barkley.

"Rookie, come and taste the taste of my ass!"

Buckley shouted and pushed Wallace back.

Barkley turned and was about to end, and he felt bad when he shot-as expected, Barkley jumped, grabbed an offensive rebound, carried Wallace back, and scored.

He flaunted his offense and ignored Mahon and Wallace at all.

"Do you want to be scolded like that old thing?"

Sure enough, Mo Mengchen's garbage words sprayed over.

Ma Hong felt the egg hurts, what does this **** have to do with him?

Wallace said angrily: "I don't want to!"

You do not want? Do you have an opinion on me? Ma Hong is getting hairy.

Mo Mengchen just regarded him as air, picked up the ball on the ground and gave it to Wallace: "Do it for me."

"Awful, isn't it?"

Jerome Williams slipped with Houston.

Houston’s “I knew it would have been this way”: “You only know it now?”

"Who is the boss?"

Williams thought he knew the position of the team very well. The leader was Dumas, the boss was Hill, and the second could be Houston or Momochen. But now, maybe the situation is not as simple as he thought.

Houston will naturally not admit Mo Mengchen's status in front of the rookie, but this issue is just a deaf ear.

Mo Mengchen's harshness on Wallace and Mahon stimulated Williams.

He started to work hard like a mad dog, because Mo Mengchen's words were too unpleasant. If that kind of words fell on him, he felt his self-esteem would be shattered.

"Come on!" Williams yelled.

Hill was startled: "Calm down, rookie!"

"Wang!" Williams barked.

Jerome shocked Hill-what way is this? How to learn dog barking?

The outbreak of Williams gave Mo Mengchen the opportunity to assist.

On the left side of the three-point line, Mo Mengchen watched the halftime at a glance, and Williams' running position and opportunity naturally couldn't escape his eyes.

In an instant, the ball passed to Williams.

The fledgling **** dog left Mo Mengchen a deep influence in this situation. He smashed a heavy button in front of 224 cm Lauderdale and barked loudly after landing.

"Are you a dog?" Buckley asked.

Williams barked at the dead fat man and followed Mo Mengchen back to defense.

Dumas laughed: "This is really more and more interesting."

Hill akimbo said: "Is this strength a little bit bigger? Only the first game, take it easy."

"Fart! They play hard, we also play, we will only be more ruthless!" Buckley said arrogantly, "We are standing here with three All-Star players, what are you afraid of?"

That being said...

But we don't have a gang leader here, nor a rookie who has gone crazy to learn how to bark, and there is no dwarf center who dares to take heavy hands.

The black team has only one tactic from start to finish: passing the ball to Barkley.

Because the white team is not sidelined.

Mo Mengchen doesn't seem to care about the victory or defeat of this game, he just wants to know how far Wallace's defense is now.

It was indeed a bit difficult for him to let Big Ben in the rookie period defend Barclay, who still has power.

He couldn't even help Buckley's knocking power.

"Wang!"

Jerome's eyes were red, and he came over and wrapped up without asking, but it made the round more shocking.

Barkley yelled, overturned Wallace, and carried Williams's body into an extinct human buckle.

"Fuck you!" Buckley roared at the two people who were knocked to the ground.

"I said! Chuck can become the inside fulcrum of the triangle attack!"

Jones shouted excitedly.

Collins now only wants to enjoy the game and does not want to discuss any tactics with him.

Several other teaching assistants just watched it, not interrupting.

"well done."

Jerome thought he would be sprayed, but he was praised unexpectedly.

"Grant's three-pointer is less accurate than your grandma..."

Hill is about to retreat. Mo Mengchen's words stabbed the most sensitive parts of his body like acupuncture: "I disagree if you say so!"

Mo Mengchen glanced back at him: "Can guys with less than 30% open three-pointers make a cheeky rebuttal?"

"You!" Hill shouted angrily. "My three-pointer is no better than your defense. You defensive black hole!"

Mo Mengchen smiled teasingly: "Sorry, maybe your face is fatter than me. I never get angry because others say my defense is not good. Because it is a fact, there is no need to be angry, just work hard Just improve, I don’t know what you’re angry with.”

"My three-pointers have improved their accuracy!"

"who knows?"

"Can you stop arguing? Have a good game!"

Damn it!

Hill was flushed with rage.

"He sprayed you even?" This was something Barkley had not expected.

Hill gave him a reply: "What is this? That guy is crazy and even the coach is spraying!"

This game is like a show, it shows what kind of team the Pistons are, who is leading, who has the absolute right to speak on the training ground, and who is the most terrible.

It only took ten minutes for Mo Mengchen to let the new players and assistants realize what kind of existence he is~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Another strike assist, Jerome Williams' enthusiasm Really nothing! "

"It would be nice if he didn't make those strange calls."

"It's still Chuck! The black team's offense is too new, right?"

"Alas, why didn't the white team do it?"

"Will you die if you clip it?"

There was a lot of talk on the sidelines, Barkley was ready to continue his 100% hit rate, and he issued a full body of strength to the inward.

He could feel that Wallace was pushed back, so he turned to dunk.

It was at this time that Wallace, who was rushed, desperately slammed into Buckley.

Barkley was like a weightless airplane in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.