You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Magic has a good paper lineup.

Their starters were Hardaway, Nick Anderson, Van Horn, Cobra Grant, Ronnie Secari.

The bench also has powerful veterans such as Mark Price and Derek Harper. It seems that it should be a lineup that can impact the playoffs. It is not weak in strength and has depth. However, it is affected by uneven hearts and cannot be screwed. Form a rope with the same breath.

This is the second year that Penny became the boss. Last year he was reimbursed because he was injured and he was not halfway through his business. When he comes back this year, he is still learning to become a boss.

But, no one can shock him now.

Although he has an average of 27+7+6, these people in the team regard him as a child.

Grant, Secari, and Nixon need strength and strength, and qualifications and qualifications. Penny is not the kind of boss who has the power to dominate.

Therefore, in this team, the only player he can move is the rookie van Horn.

But, with his gentle temperament, if one day Van Hoorn suddenly came up with a sentence, "I am the No. 2 show, your junk is the number one show, and dare to order me?"

Mo Mengchen and Hardaway got into position.

It seems that Hardaway gained weight during the offseason. His muscles look stronger than before. Presumably, the audience in front of the TV will see Hardaway no longer as slim as before.

With a lot of muscles and muscles, it seems to be 93 kg, which is the secret of his 27+7+6 average in 36 minutes per game this season. The increased weight makes his confrontation reach another level, playing on the field. It's getting more and more arbitrary.

Many people want to know what height he can reach if the penny does not hurt him, Mo Mengchen now has the opportunity to verify this if.

"I will let you greet Christmas with a failure." Penny said slowly.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to forgive him for refusing to shake hands with himself, so for his rubbish, he offered a sentence: "Can someone who leads the team with a win rate of less than 50% be arrogant?"

This sentence undoubtedly hit the sensitive point of the penny. He glared at Mo Mengchen and said, "Wait for me!"

Who doesn't wait for whose grandson.

Including Mo Mengchen, no one has confidence in Ratliff's jump ball, he always loses the jump ball, and there will be no surprises tonight.

As the first Asian to land in the NBA, Sekali, who did not play a game on behalf of Asia, stretched his long arm and gave the racket to Hardaway.

In return, Hardaway put the ball into his hand decisively and in time when he was in a low position.

Secari shouted well, put a pressure on him, and took the ball strongly. He didn't put the Ratliff behind him in his eyes. He moved his head inwards and shook his shoulders left and right, as chic as Olajuwon II. He performed a fantasy dance step, but did not shake people, but only made his offense more attractive, and finally used his height to shoot a shot on Ratliff's head.

"Boom!"

2 to 0

"A good start, I hope this is a good start." Harrison Gilbertson, the home commentator for the Magic, said.

His partner is also a guest tonight, and the curly-haired Dave Corsing said: "I hope Penny will let Detroit know tonight that basketball is more than just data."

Obviously, Corsin is a strong supporter of the Detroit Brushes argument.

Mo Mengchen had no ball in his hand, Hardaway thought he was afraid.

"It seems that you are just a supporting role in the team now." Hardaway said regretfully.

Mo Mengchen replied gently: "Average assists per game are higher than you, don't you agree?"

"Damn the data brush!" The anxiously penny no longer cares about the rationality of this sentence. He is not a supporter of the Detroit Brush team's argument. He just wants to spray garbage now. Without taking this out, he can't spray Mo Mengchen. .

Without waiting for Mo Mengchen to reply, Hill's rumor spread out of bounds and hit the cheerleader's head.

"Look, they won't be able to meet real defense!" Korsin yelled.

Hill apologized to the beautiful cheerleader across the distance, and saw the blond beauty with red eyes. It seemed that the passing power was not small.

Unfortunately, Hill couldn't stay and say sorry, the magic counterattack came quickly.

The more talented the team, the more they like to fight back, since ancient times.

Because these talented men are often good players in the rotation of the offense, the Magic and the Pistons, once a counterattack, few teams can block it.

Hardaway was a marshal who was watching Lulu and listening to all directions. He noticed the positions of Anderson and Van Horn in his heart, and glanced at Mo Mengchen behind him.

3 of 2 in the frontcourt, he made a quick stop and passed it beautifully to Van Horn.

Van Horn stretched his long arm and laid a layup softly.

"Very good, this is basketball! This is the risk of selflessness. What is selflessness in getting the rebound inside and getting the rebound comfortably? That's exploitation!" Korsin had no reason and live broadcasted in dozens of media The black piston is crazy.

Gilbertson wanted to stop him, but he didn't know how to stop it.

Corsin is also a narrator who retired from the player. When the player was an insider, he played in the NBA for more than ten years. Most of them were supporting roles. The biggest deed in his career was to visit China on behalf of the Bullets. It still left a racist scandal there. .

"Why not catch up with him?" Hill asked.

He felt that Mo Mengchen could catch up with Hardaway just now, so it wasn't 3 3 2 in the frontcourt, and let the Magic's backcourt trio form 3 2 2 in the frontcourt, which is no different from sending points.

"No need." Mo Mengchen replied.

Not "I can't catch up", but "not necessary".

Mo Mengchen continued to let Hill hold the ball, ran to the frontcourt alone, and stood at the bottom corner of the left. He and Alan Houston on the right formed a left and right wing. At the same time, Ratliff and Barkley went on line to pick and roll. It is a typical V-shaped offense. Such an offense is also called a bull horn offense.

In the future NBA, this kind of tactical placement is already the norm, and in the 1990s, such bells and whistles tactical placement in the eyes of old-school players like Korsin seemed flashy.

"They should go to play against the Harlem basketball team. What do they think the NBA is?" Korsin sneered continuously.

It was at this moment that Hill taught Van Horn.

Van Horn template Bird, his shooting is probably only half as good as Bird, but the defense is a thousand miles away.

Hill passed him in one step.

The pick-and-roll called Barkley and Ratliff was to open up the space. Once the breakthrough was made, seeing no one to defend, Hill gave up the pass option and went straight to the dunk to score.

"Grant Hill does have real talent, but he shouldn't continue to grab rebounds inside. I believe this is not his idea!" Corsin looked at Mo Mengchen with a bad intention. "Some people like to be fooled. Popularity."

Mo Mengchen didn't have time to understand the crazy dog ​​on the table.

It's hard to deal with a Hardaway. If the crazy dog ​​likes to bark, let him bark.

Hardaway dribble came to the frontcourt, his teammates have helped him to open the space.

"It's time for people to see the gap between you and me. They shouldn't compare me to you." Hardaway patted the ball with his left hand and looked no different from his right hand.

As Mo Mengchen hit Kidd, and the average data reached 17+8+11, fans and professional commentators gave up his comparison with Kidd, and turned his goal against star guards such as Penny and the Beetle.

"I'll declare first that I don't like others comparing you with me." Mo Mengchen opened his hands and lowered his weight, like a frog stepping on a lotus leaf, looking for the next lotus leaf. Is the difference between 22 wins and 3 losses and 11 wins and 14 losses."

Mo Mengchen's **** words stirred Hardaway's fighting.

Penny lost his mind, he spotted the flaw on Mo Mengchen's weak side, took a step, and crossed the line of defense.

Idiot, how can I give you such a big breakthrough space for no reason?

Hardaway scored under the basket and suffered a double pinch from Barkley and Ratliff. With such a strong defense, he could not even see the basket and could only bet on his luck.

Luck did not stand on his side.

Almost in an instant, Ratliff stuck Hardaway and gave back to Mo Mengchen.

"This **** selfish ghost, look at these numb soft eggs, they don't know what the rebound is!" Corsin yelled, "This Aussie is the source of such selfishness in Detroit!"

Mo Mengchen accelerated to the left, Hill on the right and Houston on the right, 3 of 1 in the frontcourt, the speed was too fast, the Magic was too late to retreat.

How can he advance the ball so fast?

Hardaway was only horrified behind Mo Mengchen.

Van Horn retreated to the end, he wanted to face the three counterattacks alone.

Mo Mengchen had the opportunity to score alone. He used European steps to shake Van Horn, but instead of making a layup, he threw the ball behind him.

Hill also didn't make a layup and changed hands for a back pass. The wonderful three-person connection finally led Alan Houston to a weak Van Horn to complete a bloodthirsty buckle.

"Beep!"

Van Horn also ate a rookie whistle.

After Houston dunked, he went to the commentary and excitedly raised his **** to Corsing: "Open your dog's eyes and take a good look. No one in the world is more selfless than those two men. Your poor and helpless Stupid dog!"

"Beep!"

Because of this move~www.wuxiaspot.com~Houston ate T.

"Just **** like this!"

But he did not bring any negative effects, his counterattack on Korsin made the team full of blood.

Hill walked to Houston and hit him with a shoulder: "Here is the lead, don't do this next time."

"No matter how many times I will stand up for you!" Houston said firmly.

Mo Meng looked at it silently and finally said: "If you have so much money to pay a fine, why don't you donate some money to African refugees, do you know how many people in Africa can't even fill their stomachs?"

Daddy’s cold water didn’t come late and came on time.

I don’t know which ace player this Notre Dame sent...

Houston glared like a cockfight: "You you you!"