You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　Hill sat on the side of the field drinking the drink prepared by the physical therapist.

　　Dumas, with a whistle in his hand, sat beside him and said, "Do you have any thoughts about playing such a stinking game?"

　　 Hill drank his own drink.

　　 "I didn't smell bad, but Lynch played too stinky." Hill said, "He was beaten by Mo."

　　 "So what do you think of Mo?" Dumas asked.

　　 "He doesn't seem to be the same as before."

Hill didn’t know how to say it. After all, he played only one game with Mo Mengchen in college, but he was very impressed in that game. At that time, Mo Mengchen was not like he is now. He likes to hold the whole team firmly. Keep it in your palm.

　　 But what surprised him most today was Mo Mengchen's attitude towards Houston.

Even if Houston is a new star that is relied on by the team, he did not give up the ball. He gave Houston an undoubted, uncontroversial attitude-to get the ball, you have to run, you have to integrate into us, not us Integrate into you!

　　He is a team player.

　　Hill is also a team player, but he has never been like Mo Mengchen, forcing Houston, such a self-willed, monogamous team.

　　 "As long as we transfer the ball correctly, after four passes, the shot opportunity comes out."

　　 This is Hill during college. He is a player who is keen to provide services to his teammates. His mentor coach K said that he lacks killer instincts and does not have the consciousness to stand up in a crisis.

　　 This somewhat weak way of playing has indirectly affected his philosophy as a player.

　　 is also a team player, but he and Mo Mengchen are very different team ways.

　　 "Do you know what I saw?" Dumas asked.

　　Hill looked at this thick head, thick face, all over his body was thick, looked at the Piston Legend who didn't know if it was fat or strong.

　　 "It's strange to say that, but I saw prestige."

"I came to Detroit in 85 years, but Detroit has never had a player like him." Dumas said, "Whether it is me, Isaiah, Bill, none of the Pistons I know have a player. His prestige."

　　 Hill said: "You only said the player, he should remind you of someone?"

"Yes."

　　 Dumas said with a smile: "He reminds me of Chuck Daly."

Daly, a name that couldn't be ignored in the 1980s, the ruler of Jordan's law, the commander of the Bad Boys Legion, stepped over the Devil Bird Divine Team's most competitive period in the NBA, and won the devil's head twice. The evangelists are average, letting the world know "what is the best basketball", the coach of the dream team, he perfectly blended a group of historical players in one place. In 1992 in Atlanta, he showed the real basketball to the world. .

　　 "He has no roots and no roots here. I don't know why he dared to resist Alan's order. Isn't he afraid of being pushed out by other old guys?" Hill said.

　　 "No roots and no source? No, those rookies are obedient to him, and Doug also values ​​him."

　　 "However, this is not the foundation for him to do so, whether or not these factors exist, he will do so."

　　Hill stood up and asked, "Joe, don't you feel nervous?"

　　 "Nervous? Why?" Dumas asked with a smile.

　　 "The better he behaves, the less secure you are." Hill said.

　　 "The old guy will always leave." Dumas said, "I'm ready."

　　 In the second quarter, Mo Mengchen gave Lor a seamless opportunity at the start. If it wasn’t for Lekner who fought to stop him with a foul, this would be a top ten ball level match.

　　 This is also the first time someone has made a free throw line in this matchup.

　　 Then a strange thing happened.

　　Before the free throw line, Lorre, Reid, and Ratliff were surrounded by Mo Mengchen.

　　 "Punish the ball."

　　 "Don, try to force Grant to make a long shot. If you can't stop his breakthrough, use Theo's defense more."

　　Finally, he said to Ratliff: "You are the bottom of all of us, and your defense is crucial."

　　 "Relax!" Ratliff said stiffly.

　　 "Hey, come here for free throws!" Houston muttered.

　　 Their small meeting was over, and Mo Mengchen stood aside.

　　 This move caught the attention of the coaching staff.

　　 "What's the situation?" Collins asked.

　　 This Lynch is very clear: "It seems to be a habit of Mo."

　　 "habit?" Collins said.

　　Linch said: "Every time before the free throw, Mo will call everyone around to make a simple communication."

　　 "Interesting." The more Collins looked at Mo Mengchen, the more interesting, but also a little worried, "This guy is really interesting."

　　 Funny guys are usually not good to watch.

　　 Meeting before the free throw is not Mo Mengchen’s habit, no, it should be said that this is the habit of the original owner of this body.

　　Mo Mengchen accepted the original owner's body, and naturally accepted his memory. Those good and bad memories now belong to him.

　　Mo Mengchen was born in Australia since childhood, where basketball is a word: brutal.

They admire confrontation, like melee, and unless there is bleeding, there are few fouls in a game. I don’t know who started the game. Before the free throw, they called everyone to inform each other about the situation, who needs help, and who has problems. Improve, talk to each other.

　　 Then this tradition was passed down.

　　Every basketball teenager who grew up in Australia has this habit.

　　Mo Mengchen thought that this method was very good, which was equivalent to using a timeout on the court that did not count the timeout. Therefore, before each free throw, he would stand outside the three-point line, and Rolle and others would come to him.

　　 This has become a hidden rule.

　　 Standing beside them, Houston has a feeling of being excluded.

　　 "What did you just say?" Houston asked.

　　 "If you are interested, you can come over next time." Mo Mengchen said.

　　 "Who the **** is interested? Are you a coach?" Houston muttered.

　　 Rolle made two free throws, and Hill began to dominate the performance. Duke University's Devil Mountain at this moment, the evil spirit in his body was attached to the flesh.

　　Reid followed Mo Mengchen's instructions to force Hill to shoot long, so he deliberately took a few steps.

　　Hill is not without long-range shots, but unstable, compared to his breakthrough, his long-range threats owe.

　　 Mo Mengchen thought a little less, Hill's long-range shot was not precise, because the intensity of the official game was much stronger than now. In this confrontation game, neither side tried their best, so Hill pulled up and shot.

　　 He has no pressure and just jumps in.

　　Mo Mengchen wanted to help Rhett get it back, deliberately made him a tactic, but was seen by Hill, intercepted midway, and drove a thousand miles to fast dunk to score.

　　 The difference in points began to narrow quickly, and Hill exceeded the level of everyone on the field.

　　 "Is it time for me now?" Houston shouted.

　　 "Is there only one head in your head? Give me a pick and roll!" Mo Mengchen snorted.

　　Damn rookie, dare to talk to me like this!

　　Houston ran up to the first block and directly opened the slash. His position was too good. After Mo Mengchen passed the ball, he passed it across.

"No!"

　　Mo Mengchen saw that the arc was wrong, and took the lead to make a pre-judgment. Sure enough, Houston missed the ball, but after Mo Mengchen jumped into the air, the left hand put the ball a little and gently put the ball back.

　　 "Return to defense!"

　　Mo Mengchen shouted.

　　 "Tang, stay close to him! Don't be afraid of his breakthrough, give him to Theo!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

　　 "Do your defense well, you stupid pig!"

　　Houston was inexplicably shot and grievances broke. He was a third-year veteran. This rookie became crazy like this without playing a regular season game.

　　 The intensity of the game has increased, so it looks more like a regular game.

　　 "Interesting."

Hill's lightning step trampled Rhett's defense directly at his feet, like a wild beast. When he jumped up, Ratliff felt Thor was on Hill's body. This breath-taking momentum was too amazing. .

　　 "BOOM~~!"

　　 "Nice!"

　　Hunted by Mo Mengchen, the whole game roared out of control.

　　 "Mo..."

"Do not blame you!"

　　 Rolle said: "Do you want to trap him?"

"Do not!"

　　 "Don't put his three points!"

　　Michael Curry's three-point shooting rate is 40%, this is a pure can not be more pure shooter, if the package, it is exactly Hill's heart.

　　 "Just like that!"

　　 "But... I can't help him."

　　Mo Mengchen said: "No one can guard him."

　　Hilgar was thrown into the penalty.

　　 "It's only 7 points away, rookies." Hill laughed, "Be uplifting!"

　　Mo Mengchen walked to the basket~www.readwn.com~let Ratliff serve.

　　Houston really has a feeling of being excluded. If he doesn't run, Mo Mengchen doesn't even look at him. If he runs the wrong way, he will be scolded if he doesn't have the ball.

　　He suddenly missed Don Cheney, how good the previous coach was.

　　 Defensive iron-blooded defense.

　　The offense is also very well-formed, and it has won the hearts and minds of the blind base.

　　 Collins doesn't know what kind of basketball to play, but Houston already knows how to play Mo Mengchen, this is a control freak who doesn't have good fruit without following his routine.

　　 "How long do you want to be in a daze?" Mo Mengchen asked.

　　Houston is numb. He no longer cares about Mo Mengchen's tone, and he doesn't care whether the other party scolded him, and he doesn't care about his identity. He just listened to the other party's orders, ran over, and screened.

　　However, Mo Mengchen didn't use his pick and roll, and suddenly turned to another way without pick and roll.

　　 Curry rushed directly to the folder.

　　Mo Mengchen's ball got better and faster, and suddenly looked back to the moon, straight to Houston.

　　 Outside the three-point line, the CIC king burst into tears-he finally passed me the ball!

　　 "Uh!"

　　 "It's still up to me at the end, no one like you in the eyes! Do you know how good I am?" Houston cried with a throat.

　　 "Give me a good defense, you CP!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

　　Houston opened, indicating that the blue team will no longer have a chance.

　　Although Hill is strong, he can't stand alone. The rest of the blue team's condition is too bad, and the red team seems to be able to score for everyone, including Houston, if he is willing to play well according to Mo Mengchen's instructions.