You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

It's still the Bulls' possession.

Jordan cut in, took the ball, and Houston rolled behind his jumper and hit it.

38 to 29

The score difference reached 9 points all at once. Houston was frustrated by Jordan. Not only was it unstoppable, he was also posted when he was attacking.

Jordan's defense is fierce and ruthless.

"I know you are not his opponent, but I didn't expect to be hit so badly."

Comfort and encouragement have no effect, Mo Mengchen can only be back to himself.

Houston said nothing.

"You compare with him like a junior high school student and a college student. Is there really such a big gap?" Mo Mengchen asked repeatedly.

Ratliff sent the ball out.

Mo Mengchen didn't know exactly what Jordan had done, so that the seemingly heartless guy like Houston looked as timid as meeting the shadow of childhood.

They don't have much time, the final point is in the second and third quarters.

With the chaotic rhythm, Pippen and Rodman were the second offenders. This was their chance.

As long as these two can be caught in a foul crisis, Jordan and Harper are not enough to support the Bulls' defense. At the same time, the Pistons need to play the regular season offensive.

These two points are indispensable.

If Rodman and Pippen cannot be fouled, the Pistons' offensive will not be able to rise; even if the two are caught in the foul crisis, if the Pistons cannot grasp the opportunity, they may not be as good as the scoring ability of the positional battle. bull.

Now that the two key figures are not present, Mo Mengchen needs to find a way to reduce Jordan's hit rate while chasing the score back.

Houston is lost and Barkley is not present.

Then...

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, Buckley was not present, Houston was suppressed, and no one can help.

I can only rely on myself.

He thought.

I can only rely on myself.

Harper's defense slowly spread out.

Mo Mengchen raised his hand and shouted: "ISO!"

what?

Harper's discoloration, heads-up? Does this guy look down on me?

It's not new in the NBA for core players to play heads-up, and Mo Mengchen hasn't done such a thing. It's just that at this time, it seems that he hasn't reached the time for heads-up.

Seeing him say this, others immediately pulled the space away.

One to one.

In the Bulls, Harper doesn’t need to do much, as long as he defends well. With his swingman-level body, he has advantages in height and confrontation when starting against No. 1 in other teams. Obviously, the degraded athletic ability is no problem, because even his current athletic ability has an advantage over most defenders.

Unless, his opponent is a big point guard like Mo Mengchen and a small quick guard.

Mo Mengchen took a step first, the ball passed the left hand, swayed to the left, close to the right, Harper saw his way, it is not difficult, the key point is not shaking.

Mo Mengchen also doesn't like to do a lot of movements and then shake people to shoot the trick of pleasing the audience. If he has to shake people, he will choose to shake. Shake is to shake, if not, use a simpler method.

His physical fitness is neither an advantage nor a defect. Although not many, it is sufficient, as long as it is not wasted.

He admires a simple breakthrough. At this moment, he meets Harper, and the power of one body rushes behind him and conveys it to Harper.

Harper glared, but did not expect that Mo Mengchen would invade his defense in such a way. The confrontation between the two was comparable. However, Mo Mengchen preempted and took the lead to break through Harper's defense.

In the penalty area, Jason Caffey strongly guarded the basket and tried to stop Mo Menchen's invasion.

Caffey roared and shot at Mo Mengchen's ball.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen started to pull the lever, and his left hand flashed the cover of Caffei inexplicably, only to hear the whistle sounded like thunder, he backhanded the ball to the basket.

The strong upper limb strength became his reliance on a forced layup at this moment. Caffey failed to break his center of gravity, and the ball flew behind him, playing cricket.

"Andone!"

Mo Mengchen quickly walked out of the three-point line and called Houston to his side: "When defending, sell a flaw to force Michael to break through."

"Why?" Everyone on earth knows that Jordan's breakthrough ability is extraordinary.

Mo Mengchen said: "Because he feels hot now."

"But... if he is allowed to break through, his success rate at the basket will be higher." Houston said hesitantly.

Then we can only pray.

Mo Mengchen bet on the future three-time block king, and two-time best defensive lineup, Ratliff.

Add free throws.

31 to 38

Perhaps it was Jordan who saw the ambush set by the Pistons, and Houston's defensive flaws were great, but he did not choose to break through, but let Kukoch step forward to play a pick-and-roll.

The Croatian stepped up to the first block and responded quickly. The first time he cut down, the trapeze hit the time and delivered the ball in time.

Kukoc grabbed the ball and leaped forward. A beautiful movement escaped the future block king's cover. This movement is really beautiful. It is hard to believe that this is a movement made by a six-foot-ten big man.

It's just that the last sight at the basket was lacking.

The ball hit the basket's neck and fell slowly.

Ratliff never wanted to let this opportunity go in vain. He grabbed a rebound and threw it to Momo Chen outside the three-point line.

Mo Mengchen took the ball from his back and could feel that behind him, a man was preparing to grab the ball.

He lifted the ball for the first time and turned around to let him steal the moment the man threw it.

Jordan was furious and ran after him.

Mo Mengchen didn't get entangled with him, only found one pass to find the passer, ignored the trappings of the trapeze, and sent a long pass to the wide receiver like a quartile.

Suppressed by Jordan and exploded by Jordan, this is not the first time for Houston. He needs to adjust his mentality. He has to help the team.

So as long as there is a chance to fight back, he is the one who runs the fastest.

The ball behind him finally caught up with him. Mo Mengchen seemed to instill a magic power on the ball, neither too fast nor too slow, unbiased, and fell into the hands of Houston in the best position.

Every time he receives this kind of long pass like help from the gods, Houston's admiration for Mo Mengchen will be one more point.

The opponent is no longer the rookie who has no qualifications but is drinking to all the veterans, and now Mo Mengchen is the leader of the team.

Even Hill admits this.

Houston is unconditionally unable to follow the leadership of Mo Mengchen. He took this wonderful pass and took advantage of the layup.

This counterattack is just the beginning.

The Bulls rely on Jordan and want to consolidate their advantages, but Jordan wants to drive other people because he is older and he can't get full firepower as soon as he comes up.

It is his idea to let other people look for the state first, and then the gods will go down when they can’t open.

However, starting with Kukoc's chic drawbar, the bulls were cut off.

No matter how good the offensive cooperation is, if you can't score the ball, everything will be meaningless.

For the next four minutes, Jordan was the only bull player to score.

40 to 40

The Zen Master couldn’t understand why the team’s offense suddenly fell to the freezing point. He exclaimed in annoyance, his face angry: "It is not time to relax!"

He roars

At the same time, he is also very clear that the team will not be changed, and the best way to improve the offense is to change back to the main force.

Therefore, the Bulls' starting five tigers all returned, when the score was tied.

Mo Mengchen realized that this was the real victory point.

It is a victory or a loss, in one move.

It is difficult for them to encounter such a power outage in the Bulls. He can even foresee that Jordan is furious at his teammates at halftime.

Let the people cheer up again.

Those have nothing to do with him, all he has to do now is to make good use of every moment.

Harper wanted to break through, and his start was fierce.

The problem was that it was too fierce. Mo Mengchen stood firm on the spot, waiting for his body to hit upward and fall directly to the ground.

"Beep!"

"Offensive foul!"

"NO~!" Harper smashed the ball hard.

"Dor.Mo is playing the best performance."

"Not just offense, he can help the Pistons in every way."

Mo Mengchen looked at Rodman with a solemn expression, and gave Collins a glance.

It's time for Buckley to return.

Collins saw Mo Menchen's suggestion and immediately called Buckley to his side to give careful instructions.

At the same time, Mo Mengchen made a tactical gesture with his hand: "ISO!"

Again!

His approach angered the bull.

A person who doesn't even single out at all usually singles out tonight? This is contempt for their defense.

Good old people like Harper are angry: "Don't be too arrogant!"

"is it?"

Mo Mengchen's voice fell flat, Ratliff pick-up and catch up, Rodman's defense power was amazing. It was also at this moment that Mo Mengchen suddenly felt that Buckley was not necessary to play.

Rodman came to him.

well.

Mo Mengchen leaned against Rodman's body and gave him an elbow forward.

Rodman has always made small moves for others. How dare this junior treat him like this today?

The flower worm was furious and stepped forward, but Mo Mengchen was a lateral dribble to avoid and jump.

Rodman, who was trapped in anger and unable to extricate himself, continued to move forward. His height and speed were far stronger than Mo Mengchen, and he was sure to give the cover.

Just in the air, when Rodman's blocking hand fell ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mo Mengchen's right hand turned into an auxiliary hand, and the left hand held the ball, throwing a three-pointer like a lefty.

The moment the ball shot, Rodman hit his right hand.

"Beep~~~!"

The harsh whistle sounded on time, leaving Rodman's brain blank.

The incredible left hand three-pointer went straight to the basket and hit the board.

"OH~~~~!!!"

"Incredible Dor.Mo!"

"Dennis Rodman personal third foul!"

Everyone was stunned. Mo Mengchen turned to face the bulls and arrogantly said, "Sorry, I want to be as crazy as I want!"

"Stop me if you are upset, you gang old turtles!"