You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　When the referee pays special attention to the cylinder, the more offensive contact is more advantageous, Lauderdale is a rough brother from the inside out, so he will not cleverly avoid low-level physical contact like other low-level masters.

　　 Instead of avoiding confrontation, he would be forced to look for confrontation.

　　 Mutombo's single defense is very strong. In addition to O'Neill, there is no insider that he can't prevent. Even Duncan, even under his care, will be deflated. However, Lauderdale’s rough singles are not like the stars, his backs are lacking in ornamental, or ugly.

　　The moment Lauderdale shot, Mutombo had a strong contact with him, this time the referee whistle standing at the bottom corner.

　　 Obviously, Crawford is more than a cylinder.

　　 Mutombo didn't understand why such a defense would be fouled. He raised his hands helplessly and looked innocent.

　　 "Good fight, Dapu!"

　　 Rashid shouted excitedly.

　　 Lauderdale was not sure about the singles at all, and Mutombo's foul was far beyond his expectation.

　　 He looked at Mo Mengchen and saw that the other party nodded gently, which meant to approve.

　　 Lauderdale was so excited that he hit the free throw line excitedly.

　　The Pistons did not hold a regular meeting before the free throw, because there was no need, there was no problem on the field, there was a problem, it was also a problem for the opponent.

　　 Less than a minute before the opening, they have fouled twice, and there is a foul by Mutombo.

　　 Lauderdale made two free throws, 4 to 1.

　　 The opening team's three fouls were all caused by the offensive side and the defensive side's foul. The focus of the referee's penalty tonight is already obvious.

　　Mo Mengchen decided to increase confrontation and reduce unnecessary small movements. Hardaway seemed to see something, and he deliberately confronted with Mo Mengchen.

　　 In such a close situation, if Mo Mengchen had a little defensive thought, Hardaway only needs to make an emergency stop jumper with a high probability of causing a foul.

　　 First, Pippen's on-line pick and roll, Hardaway's muzzle fell to Hill, intending to hit Hill's personal foul for the second time.

　　 Smart and sinister guy.

　　Mo Mengchen is almost certain, Hardaway also found the referee tonight, and he wanted to hit Hill twice.

　　 just started, Hill is the ace of the piston outside the back, if he comes up and encounters a foul crisis, it will have a great impact on the game.

　　At this point, Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity, turned around and circumvented Pippen, forcibly following Hardaway.

Hardaway's start-up pace showed an umbrella that was similar to an open umbrella under the crotch. The right hand split the ball in like a split ball, and handed it to the left hand, even with the sudden change of the rainstorm. Meng Chen's center of gravity, a jumper within the three-point line to score.

　　 3 to 4

　　 "You won't be so lucky next time," Hardaway said lightly.

　　 Obviously not to me.

　　Mo Mengchen looked at the distant Hardaway, and only heard Pippen beside him say, "He is so arrogant, you can't help it?"

　　 "Please don't tempt me to do something bad."

　　Mo Mengchen said seriously, even without the ball, ran to the frontcourt alone.

Hardaway also discovered the referee's tendency to blow the penalty tonight. In the case of Hill's first foul, he will find ways to hit Hill's second foul in the first five minutes to force Westphal to change. people.

　　 Offensively, Lauderdale stood up again.

　　 The foul was made last time by Mutombo, his confidence increased greatly, he thought he was O'Neill II, and he was very heroic.

　　The Knicks are not much better. Mutombo and Pippen are both offenses. Both of them are New York's defensive burdens. If there is one less, the team will have problems.

　　 The pressure is the same.

　　Mo Mengchen continued to feed the ball to Lauderdale.

　　 "This is the difference between me and you, I will not put my hopes on others." Hardaway close to Mo Mengchen, not giving him the opportunity to respond to Lauderdale.

　　 "So after you left Shaq, you didn't even touch the floor of the division finals." Mo Mengchen said harshly.

　　Thousands of miles away if the shark learned that he had the privilege of being a tool for Dor.Mo's **** talk, maybe he would be very happy.

　　Once people get excited, it is possible to do anything.

　　 Since Lauderdale entered the Pistons, it has not been so heavily used in the official competition, let alone the start of the Eastern Conference finals.

　　 He actually got the chance of singles for two consecutive rounds.

　　 Throw away the junk time he played. The last time he was given such a tactical status on the court dates back to the college period. That time, he rushed into the penalty zone and scored the vague fragment of the penalty area. It was his lost youth.

　　 Lauderdale's thoughts stopped here. He was so excited that he forgot how many pounds he had. He actually flicked to the left like a big dream, and then pretended to shoot the ball to the back.

　　 First of all, you must have a shooting threat to make this action powerful.

Mutombo, a defensive player of this level, will not be shaken by such a poor fake, and want to beat the peak of Mutombo’s defense one-on-one, only to be directly crushed by weight and physical quality like a shark. Pressure.

　　 Lauderdale intended to shake the opponent behind him one step further, Mutombo was as immobile as the wind, and quickly posted it after he made a fake move that the three-year-old could not deceive.

　　The African mountain has rich experience, he only sticks to Lauderdale, forcing him to barely shoot.

　　 Lauderdale was just standing on the sideline of the paint area, where it can be very close to the basket or very far away, which varies from person to person. Then, he forced Mutombo to pull the ball with one hand.

　　 "OHNO!" Vinier Johnson seemed to see a ghost appearing in front of him, frightened, "Prest scored in singles at Dikembe! What a beautiful hook!"

　　 That's right, the ball thrashed several times after the rim and still hit.

　　 6 to 3

　　 is incredible!

　　Mo Mengchen raised his left hand and gave a thumbs-up to Lauderdale: "It's really hard for you, I can actually hit."

　　 For Lauderdale, such compliments were enough. He thumped his chest like a gorilla and was ready to fight Mutombo.

　　Pippen dribble through the half, he is a real commander, in order for Hardaway to have enough power to attack, the Knicks must make such a change.

　　Hill stood at the top of the arc one-on-one with Pippen, however, such a showdown was never what Pippen wanted.

　　Even if he looks down on Devil Mountain in so many ways, he must admit that their current strength is inferior. To score under Hill's defense, he has to use the strength of the team.

　　Hill's defense is as fine as a net, as if he can't even see the air, making him feel dull in the chest.

　　 It was then that Steve Smith took Mutombo's ballless cover and ran to a high position. Lauderdale’s speed was too slow to switch defenses in place. Smith took the ball. Lauderdale took a step late and only destroyed his center of gravity after he shot.

　　 whistle, but little impact on shooting.

　　 The ball is high above the sky and everyone is watching.

　　 "Uh!"

　　 "Andone!"

　　Smith lay on the ground and shouted.

　　 Lauderdale raised his hand in disappointment. No one blamed him. At his speed of movement, this was his limit. He couldn't ask him to do more. The reason why he fouled was because he wanted to defend Smith too much.

　　 The fact is that even if he defends with all his strength, the result is a foul, which becomes the background of this attack.

　　 So, should he give up his defense to avoid fouling?

　　 Of course not, Mo Mengchen appreciates the foul.

　　 "Don't be frustrated, we all know that you are going all out." Hill said to him.

　　 Lauderdale played well on the court, and Westphal has never changed back to a real starting center.

　　Ben Wallace sat down on the court.

　　 They all see that there will be a lot of defensive fouls in this game. There is no harm in letting Lauderdale go for a foul.

　　If Lauderdale's foul hit Wallace, they would have a headache.

　　 Smith scored a penalty and tied 6-6.

"give it to me."

　　Mo Mengchen brought the ball to the frontcourt. Lauderdale saw the gesture and ran to the outside for pick-and-roll. Mutombo can finally breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the opponent stops the continuous inside attack, he can avoid fouls as much as possible.

　　 But can he really do it?

Momen Chen's eyes flashed with a gleam, and in an instant, he used Lauderdale's cover-a three-hundred-jin meat wall that was enough for the pennies to crush bones-solidly blocking Hardaway, Mo Mengchen started one step, fast Horrible, Mutombo thought he was about to be broken through, but he didn't expect the other party to slow down suddenly.

　　Mo Mengchen's speed can't be more clear. They played three games in the regular season and three games last season. He knows his speed very well.

　　 Now running without any external interference is so slow, there is only one reason.

　　 This **** is not satisfied with a layup, he still wants to make my foul!

　　 Such a greedy snake, Mutombo has seen too many, countless people want to make his foul, because he will always be the cornerstone of the team's inside, making him a foul crisis is a strategic thing.

　　 "It's a pity that the greedy snakes at www.wuxiaspot.com~ will take their own lives!"

　　With his height and arm length, in this case, he only needs to follow Mo Mengchen, with the other party's bounce and speed, it is estimated that he has to eat a big hat before leaning on him.

　　 "Go to death, Dor.Mo!!!"

　　 Mutombo's forehead exploded with blue muscles and shouted.

　　The moment Motombo blocked the fall, Mo Mengchen's face flashed a terrible smile, his left foot and his right foot, together, and then-

"who's that person?"

　　 That guy who jumped high and jumped at an amazing speed?

　　 Who the **** is this?

　　Devil Mountain shouted in horror.

　　Mo Mengchen's speed and bounce exceeded Mutumbo's imagination. He miscalculated Mo Mengchen's physical quality, so that his hand failed to hit the ball, but hit the opponent's arm firmly.

　　 "beep!!!"

　　 The whistle is harsh, but the following sound is even more harsh.

　　 "Boom!"

　　Mo Mengchen made a layup happily, turned and rushed to the shocked giant and said: "It is a pity that I am the surviving 1%."

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