You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"You TM can't prevent me!"

For the third time, Mo Mengchen was turned one step by Sprewell. This time he learned to be clever. He didn't lean on the inside line. After passing the free throw line, he pulled up his head and was as strong as the old root of the wood.

"Boom!"

Hit the board, 8 to 4.

With the Pistons leading by 4 points, Sprewell finally scored a goal. He had three consecutive singles rounds. Although he had great momentum, his success rate was not high.

Mo Mengchen recalled his attack, and the most impressive thing about him was speed and explosiveness.

It was indeed very fast, and once he broke through, it was difficult for Mo Mengchen to follow. His breakthrough was a combination of explosive force and speed.

This kind of breakthrough that doesn't require space to be stronger and stronger is really unreasonable.

Then, Mo Mengchen handed the ball to Hill, this guy broke into it, did not pay attention to the weak side of the world ridge, bullied others to move like a snail, I really thought it could not follow, but did not expect the world ridge to give him a hand with his fingertips cap.

The ball was knocked out, and Webber picked up the rebound and straightened Seth Prewell. They all knew that as long as this guy ran, no one could keep up.

Sprewell went all over the game and countered the dunk.

6 to 8

"You just can't stop me!" Sprewell yelled.

"Don't talk too early." Mo Mengchen walked past him and returned to the backcourt, serving Hill.

Hill said: "Go to the bottom corner, we play a V attack."

"No, he sees me very tightly. It doesn't make sense to stand in the bottom corner. You come to lead and let AH run the scalpel No. 1 tactic." Mo Mengchen said.

This made Hill very surprised, Sprewell jumped so fiercely, Mo Mengchen did not mean to call back, but let others open first?

What Hill did not expect was that the V-shaped offense was too simple. It was a triangle position, two high inside double pick-and-rolls, and a sudden tactic. If Sprewell intentionally locked Mo Mengchen, regardless of others, he did not Opportunity to fight back.

The scalpel is different.

The most special aspect of this tactic is that it can cope with any kind of unexpected situation. As the designer of this tactic, Mo Mengchen knows it best.

As soon as the scalpel is activated, everyone must run.

"Bitter gourd face, come, keep up with my rhythm."

Mo Mengchen began to walk Sprewell at halftime, and the madman was actually very satisfied with this arrangement, because he was famous for his unstoppable run as soon as he debuted, and he was the best at strangling opponents in the audience, testing the will of the other party. In fact, it is exactly what he wants.

Suddenly, Rashid was picking up a pick-and-roll to help Houston catch his opponent, and the back pick-and-roll was helping Mo Mengchen catch Sprewell.

A defensive elite like Sprewell cannot be caught in a pick-and-roll and quickly get rid of it, looking for opportunities to catch Momoon again.

However, Hill passed the ball to Houston.

He has two choices, put Houston shooting, or put Mo Mengchen, against Houston.

He chose the former.

Houston made a three-point shot. The standard shot posture, soft touch, and three-point shot lightly penetrated the net nest.

The CIC King fists and growls.

11 to 8

"I thought you had at least a dolphin-level mind. Now, I obviously overestimate you." Mo Mengchen said, "I apologize to the dolphin for this idea. Your IQ should be similar to a shepherd dog."

After all, Mo Mengchen ran helplessly.

He sighed, as if confronting such a mentally handicapped person was an insult to him.

"My mother must prevent you tonight!" the madman shouted.

Mo Mengchen stopped and said, "If you do, I will throw you a bone as a reward."

"Calm! Calm Latril!"

The madman almost ran away, and his teammates caught him.

Mo Mengchen was still in that defensive posture, and made it clear that Sprewell would attack.

"Come on, continue to break through, just like before, but I suggest you pass."

Then Sprewell passed the ball out, he saw Rashid and Wallace stuck on his breakthrough route, the ball could not burst inwards.

"It's a good dog that is obedient." Mo Mengchen nodded in praise.

Sprewell exasperated: "Shut up!"

Then Sabonis came to the free throw line to take the ball and looked at Wallace standing in front of him. He could resist not shooting in front of Big Ben with two feet bare, which is a kind of respect for the opponent.

He will soon discover that passing the ball so dangerously is not as good as his Wallace hit rate in the end.

Weber took the ball on his back, jumped after spinning, and slyly turned his arm straight for a shot and missed the board.

Mo Mengchen recovered the rebound and Sprewell stepped forward to punish him with a heavy foul. He did not want his foul move to be used by Mo Mengchen-the madman glared at him, Mo Mengchen was actually close to his body, like a ray The freshly washed hair, soft and light, passed by beside him inexplicably.

"Stop me!"

Sprewell caught up.

His speed is really fast, and the gap between Mo Mengchen and him is narrowing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye-of course, this is also Mo Mengchen deliberately made it happen-Mo Mengchen stopped abruptly behind two meters away from the three-point line. Prewell was shaken off.

Then he closed the ball and jumped, throwing an unreasonable nine-meter arc top three-pointer in an unreasonable position.

As soon as the ball shot, Mo Mengchen turned and landed.

When the ball crossed the basket, he turned his back completely to the basket.

Sprewell also saw his back, and he held his fist in anger: "I swear I must..."

Do you want to reveal the stuff again? Hill thought.

Mike Dunleavy is preparing to call a timeout, not to adjust the alignment, but to calm Sprewell.

This defense is just not a question of speed. Sprewell lost his mind. He was completely irritated and could not make a calm judgment at all. With this anger, he dared to pinch the nature of the head coach’s neck, and then let him do so. If you continue to develop, you might have to fight on the field.

He couldn't let this happen.

Sure enough, in the next round, Sprewell found Momon Chen heads-up, grudged, and turned into a strong shot, but did not throw away the person, Mo Monchen followed and gave strong interference.

"boom!"

"Beep!"

The Blazers requested a suspension.

14 to 8

The first quarter played less than five minutes, the Pistons lead 6 points.

"Is this okay?" Hill asked.

"Relax." Mo Mengchen smiled and took a sip of Gatorade slowly.

Westphal asked: "Mo, do you want to substitute Latril for defense? His offense is very frequent, if your physical fitness..."

Mo Mengchen has been looking at the opposite side. His vision allows him to clearly see the expressions of everyone in the Trailblazer. Through the opening and closing of Dunleavy's lips, he can even read one or two sentences he said.

It's time to learn some lip language, he thought.

"Mo?"

Mo Mengchen reacted and said, "No, this is just right."

Just right? Westphal believes that Sprewell's offensive frequency is too frequent, and this level of matchup is a test for both men.

But Sprewell is a famous physical monster.

Portland uses him as a bulldog. They can't make the mistake of a good horse against a bad horse.

However, Mo Mengchen didn't seem to take this seriously, maybe he had his own ideas, and Westphal did not interfere arbitrarily. Before this match affects the outcome of the game, he can let Mo Mengchen continue to play.

"Brad, you change your big book." Westphal said suddenly.

Miller looked at the head coach unexpectedly.

Wallace was also stunned. Although he was not very good at defending Sabonis, his defense against Sprewell was fruitful. If it were not for him to stand behind, Mo Mengchen would not dare to let it be anyway. Sprewell was singles.

Even Mo Mengchen was surprised.

"With this intensity, Sabonis has only 25 minutes of physical fitness."

Westphal failed to explain more, and the timeout was over.

Returning to the field as a starter, Westphal said to Wallace: "Be prepared, you have to play at any time."

He just understood what he said just now.

With only 25 minutes of physical energy, it shows that he will find ways to create more killings, and strive to knock out several opponents before he is exhausted.

Wallace is the inner gate of the Pistons, he naturally bears the brunt.

Replacing Wallace and matching with Miller is another version of the inferior horse to the superior horse.

"It seems that your coach fed you a few pieces of dried meat during the timeout." Mo Mengchen smiled at Sprewell.

Without Wallace, it would be irrational to continue to anger Sprewell, because no one can wipe his ass.

However, Sprewell should not Mormon dust, after serving, quickly found Sabonis.

Sabonis singles Miller, two smart, but neither athletic inside.

Sabonis is 10 cm taller than Miller, and his experience is also his advantage. Against rookie Miller, he made several fake moves in a row and took a step back, hitting the hook with a big hook.

10 to 14

"Grant, you come to control the ball."

With Wallace away, Mo Mengchen can't waste his unnecessary energy on the dribble halftime.

It seems that he is still sober.

Hill took the ball through the half and continued to call scalpel tactics.

"Beautiful running position, Portland's defense began to appear chaotic!"

This is scalpel No. 2 tactics, Alan Houston is still the first endpoint.

It's a replica of the last round.

Houston ran out of opportunity and was beside Mo Mengchen, and Sprewell made another choice.

Near Houston, he got a seat, would he want to leave Mo Mengchen?

"damn it!"

Sprewell did not give up Momon Chen before, because Momon Chen was more dangerous than Houston, and now, his body is almost instinctively running towards Houston.

Seeing the defense approach, Houston threw the ball to Mo Mengchen.

Madman chased back like a dog.

Mo Mengchen intends to play him, wait for him to approach, and return the ball to Houston~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This time, the CIC king shot again, while the other Blazers' defense has not ran to the front.

"Three hits again!"

"Alan Houston feels hot tonight!"

Mo Mengchen stood in the backcourt. This time, his defensive position changed.

He leaned back consciously.

Although this gave Sprewell breakthrough space, it also gave him a buffer, combined with his speed, in fact, such a defensive position is more reasonable.

Sprewell saw Mo Mengchen dare to step back, lowered his center of gravity, and made another breakthrough.

Mo Mengchen predicted his breakthrough of the defense line this time, grabbing the position in advance, and the two bodies collided uncontrollably.

Mo Mengchen lay down easily, the referee whistle.

"Sprewell offensive foul!!!"