You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

In the first quarter, 27 to 23, the Pistons led by 4 points.

"Bob, in your opinion, where are the problems with the Eagles?" Buck Brooke wanted to revitalize the atmosphere.

After careful consideration, Petit began the second quarter before saying: "No one came out from the outside, and Mucci's performance was disappointing."

Brelock is the team's core defender. His performance is indeed unsatisfactory, but few people have said it.

The Eagle King didn't have this worry. After he retired, he went to do business. He didn't care about the NBA at all, and he wasn't afraid of offending Brelock.

Brook can only say one sentence: "Muchi's performance is really not ideal."

The head of the thousand victory, Wilkens, who claimed to let the main force play for 40 minutes, made a change.

He replaced Lynbre Hunt with Brelock.

Lynch Hunter, if no Mo Mengchen was born, he should now be the Pistons' starting No. 1. It is a pity that there is one more Mo Mengchen, and his development space is squeezed. Last summer, Collins and the Eagles made a deal, and he went to Atlanta.

Here, he still has no chance to start, because Brelock is at its peak.

In fact, he is a defender with starter strength, plus Pat Mills who also has no chance, Collins is equivalent to holding two starter players to exchange for a second round show and a first round show plus one The illusory future first-round draft pick. (2001)

What is the best way to make a player break out?

Play against his old club.

Especially those players who have been abandoned by their old clubs, they are often very wronged and angry, and they want to prove themselves after their hard work.

What can I do to prove myself? The best way is to play an explosive performance when playing against the old club.

This is exactly what happened to Hunter tonight. Dumas couldn't stop him. His speed was so fast that he switched his rhythm continuously and attacked the outside of the Pistons.

His offense combined with Mutombo's restricted zone defense, one attack and one defense, within three minutes, the difference was tied, and the Hawks overtook 4 points.

35 to 31

"Yes, their defense in the penalty area is mediocre, and now there are no elite defenders on the outside."

Eagle King's words made Brooke couldn't help but look at him.

Elite level defender?

Isn't he talking about Dor.Mo?

Until now, no one still believes that Mo Mengchen's defense is elite. He usually gives people an impressive impression: he can't hold his back, he can't keep up with the breakthrough, and the traverse speed is as slow as a turtle, if not a piston The insider fights to protect him, and he will be beaten every time.

Fortunately, he played in the 1st position. He can cover his opponent's shot with height. If the opponent wants to break through, he will go in. Anyway, someone behind wipes his butt.

Now he turned into a player who can lock people in the game? This change is too exaggerated, neither the commentator nor the fans can accept it.

Even teammates who get along day and night will take a while to digest this matter.

With Mutombo in the basket, Hill couldn't get in and shot outside to hit the iron.

Hunt picked up defensive rebounds and moved forward as fast as a sports car, throwing away the chasers behind him and making a layup.

37 to 31

He showed his muscles and demonstrated angrily to his former teammates.

Collins called a timeout.

"Mo, Ben, get ready to play." Houston said, "You replaced JD and Theo."

Dumas patted Mo Menchen's shoulder: "Linch is hostile to you."

"That's the best."

If he remembers his old feelings and refuses to go all out, Mo Mengchen might be soft-hearted, and it is better to be hostile.

Mo Mengchen remembers that in order to ask him for the No. 9 jersey, he chose money between money and friendship. From that moment, Mo Mengchen would not regard him as a teammate.

Later, his position was faster than expected, and Hunt was soon squeezed to the edge of the team.

"Lynch, back to defense."

Steve Smith saw Hunter staying in the frontcourt and thought he was distracted.

Unexpectedly, he waved his hand back, the meaning was obvious.

"That guy has a conflict with you?" Buckley asked.

"Not really." Mo Mengchen received his serve. "We do have some things to solve."

With anger on Hunter's face, he went to the middle circle to confront Mo Mengchen.

In the eyes of fans, this is just a normal collision, no big deal, only the person who experienced it knows how violent this collision is.

No one wanted to know that Hunter used to be a lottery show. At first, the Pistons treated him as a smiling assassin with a three-pointer. Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen came and his team status in the Pistons completely disappeared.

Now that he hasn't played in the Hawks, he sees that his talents are ruthlessly wasted. The most hated person of Hunt is Mo Mengchen.

The confrontation he made against Mo Mengchen was the strongest confrontation he could make.

He thought that Mo Mengchen would be easily defeated by him, and he was wrong.

The person in front of him was very different from the person he knew.

Mo Mengchen not only withstood his confrontation, but also had a small advantage. After halftime, his **** turned backwards, knocking him away and raising his right hand.

Scalpel tactics!

"I know this tactic better than you!" He, who had been a teammate with Mo Mengchen for a year last season, knew how to proceed with the scalpel.

"is it?"

Mo Mengchen's expression was teasing and tactical.

Just when Hunt thought he was blocking the only route, Mo Mengchen gestured suddenly.

In Hunter's view, this rigid tactic like a mathematical calculation actually showed a 180 degree change, which was quite different from the scalpel tactic he knew.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball mockingly.

Houston ran from the left and made a three-pointer.

"Uh!"

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Do you still think you know this tactic better than me? Otherwise, you give me 300,000, and I will tell you the essence of this tactic in detail after the game is finished, how?"

Hunter's face was as cold as the ice that had just been shattered. He must attack Mo Mengchen's defense. Only then can he prove to the Pistons' management that it was a stupid decision to give up for Mo Mengchen.

Thinking of him before breaking Dumars' defense continuously, Mo Mengchen's teammates inevitably worried about him.

It was then that Ben Wallace saw Momon Chen making a gesture to him.

Open the space, I can defend him alone!

Although it is incredible, but that is what he meant.

Hunter hadn't had time to let his teammates open the space, this guy actually let people open the space, how can this be tolerated?

The extremely angry Hunt ignored the several coffee places around him that were much larger than his teammates, and exploded like explosives and started to the left.

What is shocking is not his start, but Mo Mengchen's speed of chasing back.

"Actually so fast?"

Hill, they always thought that Mo Mengchen was about the same speed as the 40-year-old veteran. He could run very fast occasionally, which was also faster than his own.

As for the current speed, it can barely keep up with Hunter.

Hunter holding the ball was difficult to increase the speed to the fastest, Mo Mengchen's confrontation plus height advantage, carrying him into the penalty area together, and finally-"Boom!" A ruthless pinboard cap.

"God, is this Dor.Mo?"

Hill picked up the ball covered by Mo Mengchen and launched a counterattack.

Mo Mengchen stared at Hunter lying on the ground: "It seems that you are wasting your chance. Do you think your coach will still let you play in the playoffs? Mr. 300,000."

"you!"

Hunter stood up and saw Hill taking his blocked ball to complete a counter-attack dunk.

"Well, make a deal." Mo Mengchen said, "If you want to win back my friendship, you can pretend to make mistakes three times in a row, as long as you do, I will forgive you, or, I can pretend to make three consecutive mistakes. , But you have to give me 300,000."

Mo Mengchen stepped forward and pressed his chest against him: "How, Mr. 300,000?"

The angry Hunter was about to start, and when he saw the referee, he remembered Mo Mengchen's notoriety. He really did it here, and it was definitely him who suffered.

"I know you don't dare to do it, so, you give me 300,000, I can allow you to elbow me once." Mo Mengchen said, "I said ugly in front, if it hurts too much, I can't guarantee that I won't fight back."

Hunter was filled with anger, and after Mo Mengchen came on stage, his performance stopped.

Tonight Mo Mengchen turned into a defensive expert, freezing two Eagle guards in a row, and his performance surprised his teammates.

More terrible things are yet to come.

Hunt did not have the ball in hand, and the team needed his breakthrough. Taking the ball is his only priority now.

Mo Mengchen blocked his receiving route all the way, stuck him for ten seconds in a row, until finally, he finally had a chance to get the ball, but Mo Mengchen was severely knocked over the ground.

"Beep!"

"Dor.Mo's foul without the ball!"

Mo Mengchen raised his hand: "I still have five fouls to play with you."

Hunter raised his face hard, and Mo Mengchen's expression at the moment would become his nightmare.

Wilkens sighed a long time, he didn't expect that he would frequently change horses tonight.

He has clearly decided to let the five main players play for 40 minutes, but now he has to make adjustments.

Hunter couldn't do it. He couldn't withstand Mo Mengchen's confrontation, nor could he defeat his own demons. He was destroyed.

Horrible Dor.Mo!

Mo Mengchen reminded Wilkens of his old opponent-the old devil who always lit his cigar to celebrate the victory before the end of the game.

Eldridge Recasna, a lost draft not even encyclopedic.

The defender and the first backup defender were blocked by Mo Mengchen in succession~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The fear of Mo Mengchen in his heart has reached an inexhaustible point.

In his eyes, Mo Mengchen is the most terrible devil in the league.

At least for now.

"Much, they won't last long, I need you to cheer up!" Wilkens said to his disciples.

Brelock nodded in a row.

Wilkens believed he could cheer up, because even against Jordan and Pippen, he had never been so embarrassed.

There is only one reason for this.

too suddenly!

Dor. Mo, who used to be able to fight easily, suddenly improved his defensive skills by several grades. It was impossible for him to adapt for a while.