You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Is Chapter 557 the end?

Time: Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 21:00.

Location: Rose Garden Arena, Portland, Oregon, USA.

Background: When the world is questioning you, all you can do is prove yourself in absolute adversity-I am a legend!

Tonight, 20630 fans poured into the rose garden.

The Fan Plaza outside the Rose Garden also gathered thousands of fans who did not buy tickets. They prepared champagne and beer. There were dozens of fast food trucks wandering here. They knew that during the game, the fans’ mouths were You can't relax, just like popcorn is needed to watch movies, so is watching games.

In the arena, players from both sides are warming up.

Paul Allen came to the scene again, tonight, he was very confident, because the referee of this game is still good with him.

The referee is called Dennis McKinlan. His son works under Allen. Although the status of the two is very different, Allen is very good at using this relationship to make money for the team.

Game3's victory has proved that his approach is correct.

Some people think that this is dirty, but how many competitive sports are pure and flawless? To become a champion, in addition to having a champion team, it is also necessary to do everything in and out of the stadium.

The Pistons are currently caught in the battle of public opinion, the backyard is on fire, and there is no referee's help on the court. This is where they did not do well.

Paul believes they can equalize the score in the Rose Garden tonight.

This year's finals must have at least seven games to win.

Bill Walton is very depressed. As a pioneer, he brought a championship to the city. It is reasonable to stand on the side of the team as an narrator, but he really likes the Pistons.

Old partner Reeve Albert saw his thoughts and said with a smile: "Bill, don't think about it, the game will start immediately. Whoever plays well will cheer for everyone."

Mo Mengchen walked onto the field and gently rubbed the shoes under his feet.

This is the fourth generation of his personally signed sneakers. Because of its gorgeous shape, sales have always been in the forefront. Tonight, he will wear these shoes to play this unpopular game.

The Blazers' home advantage has been ruined by the outside world. They have great strengths themselves. Coupled with home advantage, no one is optimistic about the Pistons winning here.

There is a view that they will lose three games in a row.

"It seems that you have had a good rest recently."

After winning a game, Stoudemire's waist was also hard, and he was very confident.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him, and did not reply.

Head coach McKinley came to the LOGO office with the ball, a fair and strict face.

Mo Mengchen had seen him having a good time with Allen before, feeling that it was another difficult game tonight.

Damn home advantage.

This is beyond the home field advantage of the general category, the referee here regards the Blazers as relatives.

The ball was thrown into the air, Rashid and Sabonis jumped at the same time, the roof of the world racked the ball with an excellent prediction.

"Portland made a good start." Wharton said.

As we all know, the Pistons lost six games this season (counting in the playoffs), and five of them lost in the opening jump.

Stoudemire controlled the ball after halftime and spread his position.

Webber fell to the post, Sabonis made the free throw line, and the other three were on the left corner and the top of the arc.

This is the Blazers' regular position offensive position.

After the front was pulled away, Weber immediately pressed his body against Rashid. This guy who would never stand out at the big scene was a look tonight.

Weber took the ball on his back and was about to attack. He arched in. The pace under his feet did not have time to catch up and the referee whistled.

Everyone watched it together.

The referee played Rashid defensive foul.

"In less than ten seconds of the opening, Rashid Wallace committed a foul." Wharton said. "This is really bad news for Detroit."

Rashid patted his head gently with his hands, and he calmed himself down in this way.

Mo Mengchen was looking for the flying squirrel without a ball. Under this kind of defense, Stoudemire could hardly receive the ball, and Sabonis risked the ball to Webber in the post.

The artist is bold, no one believes that he will give the ball to Webber in this position, and no one will ambush in advance. Weber takes the ball and attracts a double pass to Sabonis outside the corner.

Sabonis made a three-point jumper from the corner to show the world that in this position, he can shoot.

"Uh!"

3 to 0

Mo Mengchen stopped in the frontcourt, and Sprewell was about to give pressure, but he saw his hands pass the ball to Hill in the low position.

"Are you afraid?" Sprewell sneered coldly.

"I just lost interest in ravaging you." Mo Mengchen said bitterly, Hill turned around and missed a jumper.

Rashid had a chance to make up for the score, but he was not sure, and the chance to make a decisive move was actually deducted.

The Pistons started offense.

Sprewell started in full swing, accompanied by the restlessness of the Rose Garden, counterattack dunk score.

"5 to 0! This game is almost a replica of yesterday! Portland wants to prove at home that they can win three games in a row!"

The hands and feet of this group of people are too stiff.

Wallace served Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen turned around and the madman was already in front of him. In these four games, he was so defensive every round.

Even if his defense did not prevent Mo Mengchen from scoring, his passion did not diminish. Sprewell did have a powerful energy in his body. His physical fitness may be better than Alan Houston.

Although Houston is known as a monster and has the most minutes for the Pistons, he has never been entrusted with such a defensive task.

He can play from the first quarter to the middle of the second quarter without rest, and Sprewell can too.

The difference is that they only do things within their responsibilities, and one thing is that things within their responsibilities are not discounted, and things outside their responsibilities can also be undertaken together.

First of all to end this scoring shortage.

Mo Mengchen called for a scalpel tactic and Houston ran out of space. Mo Mengchen passed the ball in place, and the CIC king scored a jumper.

2 to 5

Stoudemire is about to break through. Mo Mengchen's defense is like a fortress made of steel, blocked in front of him. No matter how many steps he wants to move forward, he will give him a terrible confrontation.

"Dwarf with a brain in the water, do you want to attack?"

Mo Mengchen pushed Stoudemire one step away from the three-point line, and the general defense would not do this.

In order to strengthen aggression, Mo Mengchen didn't mind doing more.

He doesn’t even care what defense is or is not. It’s not his job, he doesn’t have so much energy. He may never be a good team defender, but he is definitely a terrible single that is hard to breathe. Anti-hands, especially for players in the same position.

The trembling Stoudemire turned back and passed the ball to Sprewell.

Sprewell got the ball in hand, Houston defended a step slower, he pulled up and shot three points.

The basketball rushed into the net with tyrannical force, scraping the net in the net nest one circle after another before falling reluctantly to the ground.

8 to 2

"After returning home, they all found their form!" Wharton sighed. "Detroit will be tough tonight."

Sprewell would like to give Momon Chen the same strength on both ends of the attack and defense.

"Are you here again? Guess how I ended up with you tonight?"

Mo Mengchen's words are like severe winter snow, only cold, no temperature.

In the past three games, the Pistons have three wins and two wins. Mo Mengchen averaged 27 points, 7 rebounds and 6 assists per game.

His stats have improved significantly compared to the regular season and the previous playoffs, and Sprewell has failed his defense.

But his way of blasting Sprewell was not the usual way of attacking with the ball.

In the first game of Auburn Hills, he knocked out the madman by walking without a ball.

In the second game of Auburn Hills Legends, not to mention the last hammer assist destined to become legends, Sprewell and Mo Mengchen played against each other like a low IQ orangutan, being played with a temper.

In that game, Mo Mengchen cut through the air, covered the back door, and scored 20 points again.

In the third game, the Pistons lost, but Mo Mengchen scored 30 points, Sprewell's defense failed in any way.

This is Mo Mengchen's question tonight.

How do you end up with you?

What else shall I do before you admit that you can't prevent me at all?

Sprewell will never admit this. He believes that the reason why Mo Mengchen can get so many points is that his teammates have too many screens and pick-and-rolls. The Blazers' defense against screens and pick-and-roll is a mess. He is alone. How is it possible to lock up Dor.Mo with the Pistons blessing?

This is the reason why he was beaten three times in a row and his confidence was overwhelming.

This round, the Blazers consciously faced up, not giving the Pistons a faster pace to run Sabonis.

The tactics were killed, and Mo Mengchen scored the ball from the perimeter.

Eight seconds of attack time remain.

"No one can help you, you can do nothing!" The madman yelled.

Mo Mengchen looked forward and dribble slowly.

After Sprewell finished speaking this rubbish, his temperament had obviously changed. It was the cold winter, the rainstorm, the terrible ghost fire, and the advent of the **** of death.

Sprewell couldn't describe this feeling. In a blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen was connected with Sprewell's body. His confrontation did not suffer at all. The moment when the body collided, he already knew what to do next, like The rolling top turned smartly, and the unguarded madman collapsed.

"Beep!"

The referee McKinley decided to sound the whistle.

The audience stopped.

Mo Mengchen catches the ball with one hand and looks at the referee.

Yes, he read right.

"Detroit 9, hit the ball with someone!"

Mckinren made clear and unequivocal gestures.

The audience cheered the "wise" judgment.

Sprewell is glad that the referee whistle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Otherwise, the Pistons will start the attack because of this attack. However, this is indeed a misjudgment, Mo Mengchen did not foul.

He looked at Mo Mengchen...

Mo Mengchen's face was gloomy and his eyes were sharp, like an eagle that locked its prey in the sky, and it was like a viper that sensed a crisis in the jungle.

A cold face stared at McKinley for a few seconds.

McKinlan clenched his whistle tightly. He played the game for more than ten years. He had met many superstars who were dissatisfied with the verdict. As long as Mo Mengchen dared to act lightly, he would let him pay the price.

As a result, Mo Mengchen just stared at him.

The uneasiness of not knowing what would happen made his hair grow.

Finally, Mo Mengchen turned his face and left like no one else.

Is this the end?

McKinlan thought with a lingering fear.