You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

　　 "I need you to challenge Michael Jordan instead of pretending to be brave and trying to defend."

　　Mo Mengchen said to Houston.

　　Houston's eyes flickered. If he heard Mo Mengchen's words at other times, would he disdain and challenge Jordan? What's this? Of course it was a challenge, but he was scared by Jordan tonight.

　　 Under his defense, the opponent scored 40 points in three quarters, and no matter who came, they would collapse.

　　 Rodman's foul plus technical foul gave the Pistons two free throws.

　　Mo Mengchen made two free throws, his personal score rose to 18 points, the difference between the two sides was shortened to 14 points, and the ball is still in the hands of the Pistons.

　　Houston started to run, and the whole court ran, which forced Jordan to raise his old legs to chase him.

　　Although he played Houston to 250 tonight, but the game was not over, he could not give the opponent a breathing opportunity.

　　 In addition to Mo Mengchen, everyone else is covering Houston, useful cover or useless cover, the purpose is only one: to consume Jordan.

　　No matter what the final result is, they must exhaust Jordan.

　　Even if you can't be exhausted, you must reduce his hit rate by confronting without the ball.

　　Mo Mengchen drew an excellent tactic for Houston. He eventually played a chase with Jordan for 17 seconds and made a shot after receiving the ball from the free throw line.

　　 58 to 70

　　 Someone noticed that after playing for three minutes in the fourth quarter, the Bulls didn't get any points.

　　 "Detroit is extremely strong. They have been desperate countless times, but they have ignited new hope before the fans completely give up!"

　　Vinier Johnson moved to say that he is the team's reputation, his jerseys hang high above Auburn Hills Palace, although he does not like the status quo of the Pistons, but he always supports the team.

　　Wharton and Albert were down on the ground and sighed that the Pistons have strong willpower, but they are still optimistic about the Bulls' victory.

　　 Jordan was ready to attack with the ball, he went to the post.

　　 Tonight, he ate Houston raw in the low position countless times, and this time too.

　　 It has nothing to do with skill. He can hit Houston with temper by his tonnage and strength alone.

　　 It's just that the person standing in the basket is no longer Terry Mills who can't jump at all, but Theo Ratliff, who will win the block king in the future.

　　 "Pay attention to the timing, don't rush to jump, don't give him a chance, you are higher than him, you can definitely cover his ball!"

　　This is what Momon Chen told Ratliff before making a free throw.

　　 At this time, the voice was still near the ear.

　　When the trapeze shows extremely dazzling, but is not as famous as Olajuwon's dream dance steps, Houston has long been invisible in this dance.

　　 Jordan was holding the ball to pick the basket. At this time, when the ball was shot, Ratliff was like a long-sky falcon, flying a voles and field snakes, and nailed Jordan's ball on the rebound.

　　 "Theo~~~!"

　　The audience roared.

　　 "Return!"

　　Houston runs fast, Mo Mengchen dribbles forward, and his three-point line is very greedy. He wants to reduce the difference to single digits in one breath, and this requires Houston to adjust his mentality.

　　Pippen has rushed back. He put the rim under the hood. To make this attack, a three-pointer is the only option.

　　Mo Mengchen sent out the basketball.

　　 The CIC King made a three-pointer shot, uh!

　　 "!#!#..."

　　The Auburn Hills Palace could no longer hear other sounds. Houston ran out of control and yelled at Mo Mengchen in front of him.

　　 61 to 70

　　The Bulls still didn't score in the fourth quarter.

　　 Phil Jackson called a timeout.

　　No matter how calm he is, he can't sit still now.

　　 The 20-point advantage was reduced to 9 points in just 4 minutes. Rodman was not there. Their rebounding was no longer as strong as before. The problem suddenly appeared like spring bamboo shoots.

　　 Within the glasses of Zen Master, the pair of eyes that could see people's hearts swept the number 9 of the piston.

　　 "It's really difficult to deal with." Master Zen said.

　　 Collins was excited. He wanted to arrange some tactics to show the coach's presence, but when he picked up the tactical board and faced Mo Mengchen, he was dumbfounded.

　　 He couldn't say a word, because he knew better than anyone, and it wasn't him who dragged the piston out of the abyss.

　　 Finally he didn't say a word.

　　 His team members are not surprised, Collins is such a mediocre coach.

　　At the end of the suspension, Mo Mengchen got up first.

　　 Then Hill and Houston followed him, Thorpe and Ratliff followed.

　　 Jordan continued to take the ball low, Houston died, Ratliff no longer waited for his shot, because a player like Jordan will never give you a second chance.

　　 Therefore, Ratliff gave up the defense against Langley and went to pack the strongest offensive player in history. It may also be the most outstanding second passer in history.

　　 Jordan didn't hesitate, he saw Langley from the free throw line and passed a straight pass from the original position.

　　Langley made a free throw jumper and hit.

This is the first time the Bulls have scored in four and a half minutes.

　　 72 to 61

　　 "Grant!"

　　Mo Mengchen had been breathing with Hill for a long time. As long as the Bulls scored, they kept the ball and immediately served back.

　　 Hill's coquettish long pass came in handy at this moment. He threw the ball hard and accurately sent it to Mo Mengchen's hand.

　　 "Stop him! Defensively! Defensively!"

　　 Even the Zen master was out of luck.

　　Mo Mengchen quickly dribble the ball outside the three-point line, pull up and throw out a chasing three-pointer, simple.

　　唰!

　　 "Dor.Mo~~~~~~!"

　　 Ephraim and Adrian were fully integrated into the fans at the scene and screamed reluctantly.

　　After the Bulls' score shortage broke, Jordan began to take over the team's offense.

　　 It's just that he can't kill the piston by attacking alone.

　　 Despite the slow progress, they are indeed chasing points.

　　 chase 1 point a minute.

　　Mo Mengchen's three-pointer, Houston's three-pointer, Hill singled out for a dunk...

　　Time and time again, the strong and unyielding Pistons chase their opponents like crazy, they never want to lose this game, they want to personally end the losing streak against the Bulls.

　　 Jordan's offense is unstoppable.

　　 In the last two minutes of the fourth quarter, Jordan broke through the three-point line and scored 52 points after a limit draw in the air.

　　Thirteen seconds later, Mo Mengchen received a three-pointer from the outside and then scored.

　　 tied.

　　 That was Mo Mengchen's 28th point tonight, which was the highest score of his career.

In addition to these 28 points, he has 11 rebounds and 9 assists.

　　 Facing the best defensive team in history, Mo Mengchen handed out a full score answer sheet, and the game is not over yet, he still has a chance to do better.

　　After throwing in the three points, Mo Mengchen ran past Jordan.

　　 Jordan glanced at Mo Mengchen.

　　Mo Mengchen's eyes are sharp like a blade, and there are murderous and intelligent in it, which is a pair of eyes that do not know what is failure.

　　 How fearless!

　　 "But I won't lose."

　　 Jordan takes the ball with confidence, and only those who hold the king stick in hand will have that confidence.

　　The bull's tactics were killed.

　　Now basketball falls into his hands, even Pippen has to roll aside.

　　 He is about to decide this attack, he will prove why the NBA only has Jordan and the other two players.

Because of his age, the first step in the league’s invincible rivals is no longer comparable to the young and powerful young man like Hill, but as long as he wants, he can easily break through his opponents, especially at critical moments, it is really worth it The only thing you can trust is a breakthrough.

　　 The closer to the basket, the higher the hit rate. Since basketball was born, this principle has not changed.

　　 Jordan violently shattered Houston's defense line and scored against Ratliff's defensive overlord.

　　 And when he scored, the bottom line referee whistle and blew a defensive foul.

　　 Jordan's three-pointer hit was so critical, this ball struck out the passion of others, and they shouted out one after another.

　　 Jordan knew that the game was not over, he went silently to the free throw line, and the penalty was added.

　　87 to 84

　　The Bulls lead 3 points.

　　 "Last minute and a half of the game time!"

　　Directed by Mormon Dust's arc top, the piston emptied the left side, and through the pick and roll, he replaced Harper in front of Houston.

　　 Jordan was shocked and had not yet waited for their response. Mo Mengchen had passed the ball to Houston.

　　 For Houston, this will be a round to prove themselves.

　　 "Find yourself."

　　 He remembered Mo Mengchen's sentence, he always remembered it.

　　 He was beaten by Jordan tonight, and he didn’t even know who he was. Until the last moment, he finally knew what he should do.

　　The Bulls have Jordan. They can point to the omnipotent number 23 and keep winning, but we don’t have Jordan.

　　 In the end we still have to rely on ourselves, don't we?

　　 How can I win if I can't find myself?

　　 So, find yourself.

　　Mo Mengchen stopped at the top of the arc. He believed that Jordan did not dare to let him go. He made seven three-pointers tonight and only lost one.

　　 "Only those who defeat themselves can find the light."

　　Houston's eyes were shining. He patted the ball and invaded Harper's defense. After physical contact, he followed a clever step of turning inwards and caught the opponent's foul. His hand followed the ball to the basket.

　　 "Goal score points!"

　　 "There is a penalty!"

　　 "Alan Houston also made a three-pointer!"

　　Houston took a deep breath. Then, he added a penalty and the two sides tied again.

　　 The more critical it is, the more cautious the two sides will be. Some **** that can be shot in the regular phase will not be cast now.

　　 Jordan hates such caution, and as long as there is a chance, he will give his opponent a fatal blow.

　　 The time was running out again. Jordan took the ball again, took a thunder step, almost penetrated the piston's defense, Hill did a gambling defense, he dropped the corner of Pippen and turned to wrap Jordan.

　　 At the last minute, Jordan passed the ball.

　　 The person who received the ball was a mess of Pippen who had a bad hand feeling tonight. He shot with a whistle.

　　Do not enter!

　　 But there is no rebound, because the basketball directly flew out of bounds.

　　The last 40 seconds left, the two sides tied.

　　Mo Mengchen pointed to the left. No one knew what he meant except for his teammates. Some people might think he wanted his teammates to pull people to the left. In fact, it was just a blind eye.

　　 He just wants to make his opponents do not understand their intentions.

　　 The real killer is in the bottom corner, but although they hide well, they can't hide Jordan and Pippen. They pretend to be fooled, but they block the route before Mo Mengchen passes the ball.

　　 The tactics were destroyed. Mo Mengchen could only shoot by himself. This ball didn't find a rhythm at all.

　　 Jordan picked up the rebound and the bull called for a timeout.

　　 The last 26 seconds.

　　 "They will give everything to Michael! Don't let him catch the ball! Don't let him catch the ball!"

　　Collins yelled.

　　If you have time to say this, you have time to arrange a good defense.

　　 It's a pity that Collins spent all of his time just talking about these nonsense.

　　 arrived on the field, Mo Mengchen personally commanded the defensive position.

　　 They come in pairs.

　　 Until Houston here.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't let him stick against Jordan, but let him block the top of the arc, but there was no opponent at all.

　　 "You idiot, stand still!"

　　 These words almost angered Houston.

　　 This **** rookie, do I stand here ass? No one else!

　　The form on the field changes rapidly, and Houston has no time to get angry because the Bulls immediately started serving tactics.

1 second,

　　 2 seconds,

　　 They fold the running position, as fine as silk, and can arrange such exquisite ball receiving tactics at such a critical moment. This is the gap between Zen Master and Collins.

Houston didn't care at first, until he discovered that the endless running position of the Bulls was actually to allow Pippen to catch the ball at the top of the arc, which only awakened. Unfortunately, he had the opportunity to break the ball, but he was not focused enough. And missed a good opportunity.

　　The Bulls finally served the ball.

　　Pippen handed over the ball to Jordan, and then, it was a moment that made the audience hold their breath.

　　 The score was tied. Jordan had no reason to be nervous. He could drag the time to the end, but he didn't do it because it felt like it was coming.

　　 Jordan's in situ change to destroy Hill's center of gravity, then, start to the right, stop the jumper.

　　 6 seconds left in the end, Jordan hit a jumper, the Bulls led by 2 points.

　　 "Michael Jordan's 57th point! This may be the goal of killing the game!"

　　Jordan had been under Collins's maneuvers several times in a critical moment. Collins had long known how dangerous it was to fight against Jordan.

　　 At this time, he froze in place, and the machine called a pause.

　　Mo Mengchen didn't get off directly. He found the host at the scene, as if to say something.

　　 He pointed at the camera, extended his right hand, and put a pistol finger to the eyebrow of his right eye, saying: "After the timeout, I will score the last goal tonight, please witness."

　　 "?????"

　　 The fans at the scene could no longer think, they roared loudly.

　　Collins finally arranged an ordinary catch tactic.

　　The Bulls thought they would give Hill their last attack. As a result, Mo Mengchen caught the ball. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Mo Mengchen called a pick-and-roll, originally wanted to play a big game on the inside, not want to match Jordan.

　　 4 seconds!

　　Mo Mengchen had no time to get entangled again. He turned his eyes red and followed the instinct of his body to make a turn. When the left hand of the ball controlled the body's turn, he shot the ball from the front into the crotch and came behind.

　　 Jordan moved with Mo Mengchen's body, did not notice this.

　　Mo Mengchen catches the ball with his right hand, pauses outside the three-point line, and raises his palm up-about to shoot?

　　 Tonight for the second time, Jordan took Mo Mengchen's shooting fake, and he shook the trapeze trapeze.

　　 Last second!

　　Mo Mengchen seized the time difference. After Jordan jumped, he jumped up with full strength. His little finger, ring finger, and **** exerted force in an orderly manner. His index finger was like a bullet hole that shot a bullet, and he pointed to the basket.

　　 The red light is on!

　　Mo Mengchen turned directly, and his unique dial gesture turned into a pistol, aiming at his right eyebrow-please witness!

　　 "Uh~"

　　 "!#!#"

　　 "OMG!!! He did it!!!"

　　 It seemed that someone had detonated the atomic bomb in the Palace of Auburn Hills, and the audience roared like crazy, explaining that he snarled ecstatically, and Mo Mengchen's hand fell slowly.

　　The next second, his teammates threw up like a wolf, overwhelming him to the ground.

　　 The scene is out of control! !

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