You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

45 to 4

The Jazz bite tightly, and Malone and Stockton's cooperation was unfavorable.

There are only two minutes left in the first half. If the rhythm is not well controlled, the advantage of 2 points is not a lead.

The ball fell into Hill's hands. He didn't seem to want to get entangled with the Jazz anymore. Ratliff ran forward quickly and set up a wall of sighs that couldn't pass through.

"Grant Hill only needs a glimmer of light!"

Devil Mountain's open opportunity only appeared for a few seconds, which was enough time for him to force up and use this little space to shoot.

"Uh!"

47 to 4

Mo Mengchen quickly returned to defense, this is the value of Hill, and at this moment, if they need a person to come out and break the game violently with their personal ability, he is the most suitable candidate.

Although Mo Mengchen also hopes that he can solve any problems like Bird and become a hero at a critical moment. However, he needs to understand the reality, the system does not allow him to fly into the sky, even if he can become such a player in the future, it will take time.

No matter what, some things just take time.

Stockton dribbled forward, and Mo Mengchen stepped forward to give pressure.

Once upon a time, Mo Mengchen couldn't resist anyone, but now, he has almost become a nightmare for the old players like Stockton who eat with consciousness and skill.

He has height, top-notch traverse speed, top-notch upper and lower limb strength, which brings extremely powerful confrontation. In terms of strength, he has no obvious weaknesses except for the core strength. Stockton is not the kind of defender who is good at playing back and eating hard, so he can not use the weakness of Momengchen's core strength.

Malone knew how difficult his partner was at the moment, he wanted to help, so he ran out of the basket.

Barkley thought they were going to play pick-and-roll again, thinking only to stop the possibility of Stockton's breakthrough, but put Malone clean.

Mo Mengchen was furious and started to interfere, only limited.

He didn't have time to scold Buckley, because the round was not over, Malone didn't take the chance, this shot was at the front of the rim, and then there was a battle-style fight.

Russell jumped up and said that the ball grabbed his hand and passed the ball to Ostertag under the basket.

Seeing that the ball would be scored, Hill jumped into the air, gave a heavy hat, but twisted his foot when he landed.

Russell grabbed the ball again, still not attacking, because Hornacek had slipped in, the hand of the small space handed the pass, didn’t wait for Hornasek to lift the ball, Mo Mengchen shot like a power, hand blade He dropped the ball.

The ball hit Honacek's foot out of bounds.

"The two groups of people seem to be doing their last attack and last defense, they are desperate!"

"But there is one minute left in the first half."

The Jazz were disappointed when they failed to hit the ball. Fortunately, they are all veterans, they know how to adjust themselves, and they retired after comforting each other.

Mo Mengchen was about to get angry at Buckley, but saw Hill limping.

"What's wrong?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill's mouth twitched in pain: "It's twisted."

"Do you need a timeout?" the referee asked.

"Need!" Mo Mengchen nodded.

Hill sat on the ground, Mo Mengchen inspected him on the spot, and team doctor David Wise quickly ran up.

"It may just be twisted slightly, there is nothing wrong with the bones," Wise said.

I hope so.

Mo Mengchen asked them to take Hill off the field, his eyes cold like an iron, staring straight at Buckley.

"what happened?"

His eyes almost made Buckley think he was the one who hurt Hill.

"I'll tell you later." Mo Mengchen said.

At the end of the half, the Jazz failed to tie the score as they planned, 49 to 45.

"They scored 45 points in the half and Karl Malone had 25 points by himself. Charles, do you have anything to say?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley's cheeks are known to be thick, and he doesn't feel that his defense is poor: "Everyone has an outbreak, you have to understand."

Some people laughed.

Collins sneered. If he can defend as much as he can when attacking, even if he can't resist Malone, he won't let him score so easily.

Collins was just about to start planning to deploy the second half, because Buckley's laziness on the defensive end was not a day or two.

"Really? If it's because you are not working hard enough?"

The locker room was quiet, and Mo Mengchen's words seemed to echo, echoing over and over again.

If it is because you are not working hard enough?

How dare he talk to Barkley this way?

Buckley realized that this was not a joke, he put away his smiley face: "Boy, you said I don't work hard?"

"For Ma Long's back beating, you just stood behind him and didn't confront him at all."

"This is their home court. How severe are the referees you didn't see?"

"The person who runs ahead of a breakthrough is always Theo, what are you doing?"

"Theo's assist defense is better than me"

"Really?" Mo Mengchen's voice was cold. "So what does it mean that you stand under the basket and put Karl Malone shooting every time they pick and roll?"

"I"

"You are trying to block Stockton's breakthrough, you want to say that, right?" Mo Mengchen interrupted him. "You **** don't work hard!"

This storm came suddenly. Collins always thought that Mo Mengchen would only put pressure on their coaching staff. It was totally unexpected that he would shoot Barkley, who looked the least provoking.

Buckley blushed and yelled, "You can't ask me to attack but also defend!"

Mo Mengchen sneered: "That's why you don't have a ring, you fool."

"What did you say?!" Buckley grabbed Mo Mengchen's collar.

"You should be ashamed, Chuck." Mo Mengchen struck Barkley's hand, "You have such a good talent, such a big energy, but you only know to take some stupid reasons to shirk, you can obviously become better Players cannot strictly demand themselves."

"You always emphasize that you want to win, but what have you done? I let you lose weight, you push three and four; I let you train more, you always push away with age; now we need to win, what do you tell me? You can't Take care of both offensive and defensive at the same time? Okay! Then don’t you **** offense, can you guarantee a good defense?"

Barkley was unconsciously forced to the corner by Mo Mengchen.

Buckley gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for me, shit!"

Mo Mengchen turned around and looked like the atmosphere of the North Pole, freezing everyone in the room coldly: "The important thing is whether you do your best, it makes no sense to slogan beautifully!"

"If each of you is slack like this fat pig, even if we are lucky to make the playoffs, the result will not be better than last season!"

There is only one sound in the room.

Everyone dared not show up, and Collins wasn’t sure if he should speak.

"What are you doing, such a fire?"

The soft sound like the spring breeze that melts the rain, calms everyone's mood.

Only when the father is angry, the Pistons will miss the mother.

Now, my mother is back.

Mo Mengchen looked at him: "How is it?"

"Much better," Hill said, "I can play in the second half."

In an instant, there was a cry in the dressing room, only Barkley's face was sad.

He was disappointed because he regarded Mo Mengchen as a brother, but Mo Mengchen embarrassed him in front of the team, which made him very sad.

Collins said nothing throughout the halftime.

It was also today that the coaching staff including Collins deeply realized how much the prestige of Mo Mengchen had reached within the team.

Collins and Jones glanced at each other.

From the beginning, they found the wrong opponent.

No matter what system is to be implemented in the team, they need to get the consent of another person.

Collins just chose Run Boom, a system that Mo Meng Chen can accept, otherwise, Mo Meng Chen is a vanguard against him.

Even if Collins chose a system that made him comfortable, they are now standing on opposite sides for various reasons.

It's just that Collins can't do anything anymore, because the outcome of this war has been divided, he is now just a puppet, and Mo Mengchen did his job.

Looking at the group of players as if they were doping, Collins found that a lot of countermeasures he prepared were jokes.

"Chuck, don't blame dad."

Houston found Barkley's displeasure, walked to him, and enlightened.

"I'm not **** like that bastard!" Buckley muttered~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Isn't that just **** defense? What's difficult? ! "

If he really thinks so, Houston will be very happy, afraid that he, like O'Neill, the bigger the size, the smaller the mind.

"I suggest you stop playing tonight."

Although Hill had no problem after the inspection, he suffered a minor injury. If he continues to play, he will increase the chance of injury.

"If the injury is to come to the door, you can't hide." Hill said, "We can't lose this ball. They can be said to be the strongest team in the west. Beating them can inspire the morale of the whole team."

Mo Mengchen hummed: "To boost the morale of this fool, we need a big victory."

Hill proudly said: "Then a big victory."

Second half

"Come, give me the ball and let me end up with them!" Hill shouted.

Outside the paint area on the right, Russell steadily stuck to the bottom of Devil's Mountain. This madman who dared to challenge the trapeze did not take Hill in his eyes.

"Be careful of being injured, top student." Russell whispered.

Mo Mengchen hung the ball to Hill.

It was at the moment when Hill received the ball that Russell poured his power to destroy his balance. His defense was first discovered by Devil Mountain. Just when he was working, Duke’s talented talent turned inside and turned beautifully. The force he sent completely guided into the air.

Brian, who couldn't find a force target, fell forward, and his opponent jumped into the air with the ball.

The devil waved his wings, holding an orange ball, and scored a slam dunk above the guardian deity of the Jazz.

"Grant Hill announced his return with this deduction!"

When he landed, Hill said to the disgruntled Russell: "Come on, the tail of the crane."

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