Chapter 1081: Daddy, please witness!

When the final whistle in the third quarter sounded, 20,000 spectators at the target center cheered in unison.
　　 They have reason to be happy.
　　 Since the first round of the opening, the Timberwolves have been in the leading position, the Pistons chased the difference up to 6 points, and fell behind by up to 15 points.
Tonight, after three quarters, the Timberwolves are 84 to 70, leading the Pistons by 14 points.
　　Mark Jackson said: "As long as the Timberwolves persist for another 12 minutes, they can end the rule of the Piston Dynasty, thus starting a new era!"
　　 "Dor.Mo is sluggish due to injury, but the Timberwolves are extremely strong. Even if they lose Bruce Bowen, they still have the opportunity to defeat the Pistons and start their own era!"
　　 The ratings of this game are like the atmosphere of the scene, warm, excited and high.
　　 The reign of the Pistons may be ended. Whether they are basketball fans or not, they want to witness this moment.
　　 Therefore, the ratings of this game surpassed the Pistons vs. Lakers' tiebreaker in 2001 and the Pistons vs. KK Lakers' fifth battle in 2004, bringing the NBA's single game ratings record to a new peak.
　　 Myth continues, and the legend ends. Most people like to keep up with the trend.
　　Mo Mengchen played 24 minutes in three quarters and scored 10 points, 6 rebounds and 5 assists.
　　 If he is not Dor. Mo, this data can be regarded as excellent for most non-star starting guards.
　　 But who made him Dor.Mo?
　　 He didn't hit a miraculous 25 points with one foot like the Pistons legendary smiling assassin. He behaved like an ordinary wounded man. His magic that was decaying into magic was disappearing.
　　 14 points behind, with the last quarter left, it is difficult to pull back on the road.
　　 But it is not impossible.
　　 If Mo Mengchen is healthy, let alone 14 points, or 20 points, Pistons fans are also confident.
It’s just that tonight, God seems to have the heart to see the Pistons fail. They have taken away Dor. Mo who has repeatedly rescued the team at critical moments for eleven years, and put the success or failure of the finals, the survival of the dynasty, and all the hopes on the young people. .
　　Fraise looked at Mo Mengchen who was slowly walking down. He could see that the torture of his knee injury had exhausted him.
　　"Mo, will you be playing tonight?"
　　 Today, when Mo Mengchen and Hill suddenly appeared in his office, he asked. In fact, he wanted to hear a negative answer from Mo Mengchen, but he didn't.
　　 is neither a positive answer nor a negative answer.
　　 "I will fight," Mo Mengchen said, "fight three quarters."
　　Fraises didn't understand: "Why?"
　　 "I don't worry." Mo Mengchen finally said.
　　So, now, can Mo Mengchen be at ease with young people?
　　 14 points behind, leaving only the last quarter, the crucial quarter of life and death, can he really trust the game?
　　Mo Mengchen patted his chest: "Relax, Adam."
　　Fraise was standing still, he now had to hand over the work belonging to the coach to Mo Mengchen, which they had agreed upon.
　　As the head coach, it is risky to surrender the coaching power suddenly. This year is his first year in coaching the Pistons. If the Pistons dynasty is cut off in his hands, he will blame him. Even if the key factor that makes the team lose is not him, others will put the blame on him.
　　He is a coach, how to give the command to the players?
　　Mo Mengchen walked slowly to his teammates, everyone looked at him.
　　 "In the fourth quarter, I will not play."
　　Mo Mengchen said that the expressions of the people had changed differently, most of them were shocked, a few were relieved, only Curry was confused.
　　 "Why?" Curry asked, "Daddy, you can still fight! Even if you can't attack, your experience and your commanding ability can help us a lot..."
　　Mo Mengchen interrupted him.
"You want to know why? Of course, I will tell you." Mo Mengchen said, "Because I hurt my meniscus in the collision between Game5 and Bruce Bowen, if it weren't for you guys, I lost the sixth Field, I will not come back at all!"
　　 After hearing the words, everyone's faces were dull and dull.
　　 "I thought I was Superman, but I am not." The severe pain was torturing him. In front of this group of young men, Mo Mengchen forced himself to show perseverance and perseverance. "I'm terribly hurt. I can't attack or defend. I can't play again. I can only rely on you."
　　Lost Dor.Mo, do they still have hope?
　　 The young people were confused and showed as if they had lost hope.
　　 "You listen to me." Mo Mengchen paused and said, "There is a hidden rule in the hospital: Never treat your family."
　　Mo Mengchen smiled faintly: "It's easier said than done, but it's harder to do. In the end, we will all see a doctor for our family, even if they just have some minor problems."
"In some extreme cases, such as now, I have no choice. You are the only ones who can help me. Sadly, when my family is in a car accident, I have to give my family to an inexperienced doctor. You are Fortunately, I am also very lucky, because there is no one better than you to save this game and save me. You are experienced and victorious, you now have a chance to save me, but I have no chance to save my family , I envy you. So don’t waste time doubting yourself, you know what to do, I believe you."
　　Mo Mengchen finished, the referee came to remind them to prepare to play.
　　 "Do you have any questions?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　Anthony asked: "Who will play for you?"
　　Mo Mengchen's eyes fell on Prince: "Ty Sean, you come."
　　 Speaking of which, Mo Mengchen's teammates were together.
　　Curry walked on the last one, he glanced at Mo Mengchen.
　　 "Eddie, do you know who you are?" Mo Mengchen asked.
　　 Curry shook his head slightly.
　　 "Then find the answer on the field."
　　Speak, Mo Mengchen slowly sat down.
　　Hill witnessed all the stories that happened during the break. Mo Mengchen had never been so approachable. He found that he might not know so well about this old partner who had been fighting side by side for twelve years.
　　 "Do you really believe them?" Hill asked.
　　Mo Mengchen sat safely in his position: "Of course."
　　 "Dor.Mo is not as powerful as before, but he can really drive the morale of the team. If he can't play, the Pistons will never be able to make a comeback."
　　 "I believe that Dor.Mo wants to play more than anyone else. If he doesn't play, he must be unable to move. It seems that his injury is more serious than we thought."
　　The commentary table was about Mo Mengchen’s injury, and the fourth quarter began.
　　Mo Mengchen can't fight, the Timberwolves will follow the game step by step, they are determined to take the battle and start a new era.
　　O'Neill raised his hand high and asked James to pass the ball over. He had to hit Curry hard.
　　O'Neal received the ball, he launched the attack with all his strength.
The shark slammed into Curry's body. The magical thing is that instead of stopping the shark's offensive, Mo Mengchen asked him the question at the intermission-"So, I want to ask, who are you? ?"
　　 Obviously, everyone knows that I am Eddie Curry, so who is Eddie Curry?
　　Highly talented high school students?
　　 Dor.Mo sheltered children?
　　Coward who can't resist the shark completely?
　　Innumerable problems are intertwined in Curry's mind, and the shark knocked him down to the ground.
　　 "Beep!"
　　 "It turned out to be an offensive foul!"
　　 There were a lot of boos at the scene, and Curry was suspected of falling.
　　Curry just didn't try to defend at all. He wandered around the world thinking about things that had nothing to do with the game.
　　 "Good job, Eddie." Ginobili threw the ball to him.
　　 Curry delivered the ball, ran to the frontcourt, and played Ginobili at the top of the arc.
　　 The Argentinian made a breakthrough and the shark was in a difficult position. He could neither let go of Curry nor ignore Ginobili. Although he was an adult, it was a multiple choice question that could not be selected.
　　 O'Neal, who couldn't make a choice, didn't take anyone's attention. Ginobili broke the Timberwolves' defense and passed the ball out of the top of the arc. Curry shot three points.
　　 73 to 84
　　 "Eddie Curry's three-pointer, his skill is quite comprehensive."
　　Curry ran back and looked at Mo Mengchen, no one knew what energy could be conveyed in the connection of the four eyes.
　　 I am Eddie Curry, a talented high school student, the best center in the league, and, undoubtedly, I am the future of the Pistons!
　　James dribbled to the frontcourt and made a vertical breakthrough, breaking through the momentum, completely penetrating the first line of defense from the outside. Both Anthony and Ginobili were too late to make up, and it was about to be attacked by him.
　　The audience at the scene cheered, because the little emperor's attack was unstoppable until James jumped up, and no one believed that he would be blocked-as a result, someone was determined to stop him!
　　 The future of the piston-Eddie Curry screamed and jumped from the side. The height was amazing. With both hands pressed, he dunked the dunk of the Son of Heaven.
　　 is not over yet!
This ball should have been out of bounds, and then the Timberwolves re-served the organization. Ginobili did not want to end this. If such a powerful and gas-enhancing cap can be used and converted into a counter-attack, the morale of the Timberwolf will be hit Incalculable. He took a leap, regardless of his own safety, and dragged the ball that had flown out of bounds with one hand, intently, turned his right hand, and made a hook to the front court, because he knew that their bitter gourd, Cameron Anthony, was ready!
　　Oh～～～
　　 The audience wailed!
The fans in the target center followed Ginobili's flying save to shock the audience and turned their attention to the frontcourt-Anthony received the pass.
　　 is wide in front, and there are no people behind him for several meters. For the best performance moment, he presented a ferocious one-handed tomahawk buckle.
　　 75 to 84
　　 "The difference is reduced to single digits!"
　　 "It seems that this game is far from winning!"
　　Curry was standing under the basket, his eyes glancing at O'Neill in front of him with dazzling eyes.
　　 I am Eddie Curry. I bear the future of the Pistons and bear the mission and responsibility of continuing the dynasty.
　　 I have a heavy responsibility!
　　O'Neill decided to smash Curry's defense, he continued to take the position.
　　 "We will one day learn to grow alone, and we need to understand why we will live and die in this life."
　　This was the night Momo Chen told him when his mother died.
　　O'Neill's back beat like a bamboo, he can hardly stop.
　　 "Every day in the future..."
　　 came a shout from around, it was the echo of blood and fire.
　　 "You have to be like now..."
　　 Any moment is better than now. This is the most important moment in Eddie Curry's life.
　　 "Learn to bear, be brave..."
　　 must hold on, not let the team fall.
　　 "Be a man, can you promise me?"
　　 must be a real man, the daddy is looking at me off the field!
　　When you know who you really are, you feel a continuous and energetic tranquility.
　　 You can call it joy, because joy is this kind of feeling, vivid, energetic and quiet. This is the joy of knowing that you are the essence of life, before the burden of form on life.
　　 This is the joy of being, this is the joy of being your true.
　　Eddy Curry felt this joy, his body exploded with infinite energy. He screamed and screamed. After being pushed away by the shark, he rallied his courage. The young explosiveness and speed caught the shark's hook—"Eddie Curry blocked Shaq O'Neal! "
　　Anthony grabbed the defensive rebound and the Pistons fiercely kicked off the counter-attack.
　　Curry stood at the basket like a Titan. He turned to look at Mo Mengchen, and raised his right hand slowly. That hand was like a pistol, pointing at the eyebrow. He shouted, "Daddy, please witness!"
　　Hill opened his lips slightly. He had seen countless winds and rains in his life, but no one was so shocked.
　　Mo Mengchen looked calmly without changing his color.
　　 When the Pistons hit back, the point difference was reduced to 7 points, and the Timberwolves were hit with a timeout.
　　The suspension was over, but the Pistons' defense was too strong to describe in words. The rotation of this group and the protection of the restricted area made the Timberwolves stunned at the same time.
　　 24 seconds offense violation!
　　Anthony dribbled the ball and transferred the ball to Prince on the left.
　　Prince tried to make a breakthrough to the right, but the opponent's defense was very tightly arranged, and the relationship between them was impeccable. He couldn't find a suitable place for the ball.
　　 Seeing this, Ginobili hurried to his side, Prince handed over the ball and immediately turned his body into a fence for the pick and roll, helping to block the defender.
　　 From this, Ginobili faced Payton-even 38 years old, is also the most difficult outside defender in the Timberwolves except Bowen.
　　 tactics have been killed, there is no other way than heads-up okay.
　　 Ginobili's body language is like saying that. What happens next on defense will make Payton feel ashamed.
Ginobili first made a fake move to the left to break the ball. The perfect Baifo shook up Payton-the Argentine could have used the speed to directly pass the glove that had been shaken, but his breakthrough was halfway through Suddenly to the right. Peyton responded that he was not satisfied with two points and wanted to make a three-pointer. In a hurry, he threw forward at full speed.
　　 Come on, come on, you vulgar dog.
Peyton started at full speed and rushed forward, but it was a face-up. Ginobili’s body was rotating in a positive direction at a speed that could not be imagined by ordinary people-"Fantastic turn!" Mike Brin called out-Peyton was The elegant and magnificent movement passed by, but Ginobili passed his moment, his left elbow exerted force, and he put his full force on Peyton's back. Peyton, who failed to catch his prey, was already a bit untenable. The Argentinian's visit gave him a passionate hug directly with his mother.
　　The moment Peyton faced the ground, Ginobili made a layup.
　　 "Gary Payton put a big kiss on the floor of the target center arena!"
　　 As a result, Ginobili, who completed a gorgeous positional attack, ran to Mo Mengchen, like Curry, with a pistol-like finger on his eyebrows: "Dad, we will definitely win the game for you, please witness!"
　　Pulsating pulse is clearly pointing to one thing: a terrible change inside the Pistons.
　　The young people are keenly aware that their time has come. The days of Dor.Mo and Grant Hill leading the people will not return. From now on, they will be the heirs who will carry forward the dynasty.
　　No one noticed that the situation was getting out of control, and the successors of the Piston Dynasty dominated the offense and defense.
After half a minute, it was Ginobili again.
　　Ginobili was forced out of the left three-point line by the Timberwolves' defense. Payton's defense was extremely aggressive.
Suddenly, Payton saw Ginobili laughed sarcastically and was about to fight to let him know how powerful it was. His spanned legs freed up a lot of space-sometimes whimsy and whimsy appeared in an instant. In the meantime, Ginobili bent down to seem to pay homage to the opponent's defense, but actually used the space below his crotch to strike through the crotch.
　　 "My God! How bold is this guy's courage?!"
　　 Angrily, Peyton wanted to pull Ginobili down. At the moment when he started, Ginobili threw the ball with his left hand, Prince Prince followed up, and dunked.
　　 After completing an air relay, Price made a "please witness" to Mo Mengchen silently on the way back.
　　 This ball helped the Pistons to overtake the score and hit the Timberwolves' second timeout.
　　However, the result was already doomed, and the piston with great momentum did not give Timberwolves any chance to fight back.
James's breakthrough would have hoped to break the Timberwolves' scoring shortage, but Gerald flying out of the air even grabbed his tie-rod layup directly from the air. After a long pass to Anthony to counter score, he was also against Momon. "Please bear witness"!
　　 Everyone is like this!
everyone!
　　Two minutes before the end of the game, the Pistons' lead has reached double digits.
　　Anthony broke away from Carvey's low post and slipped out of the right corner to get the ball outside the three-point line. James was glued and step by step. No matter what he wanted to do, he had to solve the big trouble in front of him.
　　Anthony stepped on the three-point line.
James's defensive efforts are comprehensive and do not give any flaws. This seems perfect. In fact, it is stupid. He is not an outstanding defender himself. To fight against the offensive superstar Anthony, he can only target the underground, but he wants to How can it be possible to stare at people without dead ends?
　　Anthony took the ball, just like the cobra would bow his upper body first when he was going to spray the venom. He was holding the ball on the left waist, and his right foot kept trying to the bottom corner.
　　Every step he takes is testing the heart of his opponent. For an offensive kaleidoscope with a full set of skills, their probing step power is far stronger than the change of physical and time-consuming shaking.
　　Anthony's tentative steps are getting harder and harder, and the brutal explosive force may even make him think, "Why don't you just pass him away?".
　　 In the end, it seemed that he was going to move towards the corner of the body to destroy James's defense. His eyes flashed. Anthony shot the ball to the left and shook out a position. Then he forcibly pulled up the basket and hit.
　　 received the ball, jumped, shot, and the person landed. He quickly completed this set of actions, but the son of the natural selection just reached his hand to his belly button.
　　 "Uh!"
Anthony stopped suddenly on his way back, solemnly comparing Mo Mengchen to the gestures that appeared countless times in the fourth quarter. It was a gesture belonging to Dor. Mo. In those popular legends, "please testify" often means A legendary moment is about to be born.
　　 But tonight, it starts with Eddie Curry’s first gesture of "please bear witness" to Mo Mengchen.
　　Every goal scored, every time blocked, every time, the person who contributed a wonderful performance, will be compared to Mo Mengchen "please witness".
At this moment, Anthony looks at his leader with full emotion, he has respect, fear and disgust for this man... Various complex emotions, if his legend is really coming to an end, then he, they all Everyone hopes that he will not regret.
　　 "Daddy, please witness!"
　　 That's it, please witness, you don't need to do anything, just give us a witness!
Those young people who were brought into the team by you, those idiots who are looked down upon by you, repeatedly tortured, and tortured countless times, those who dare not breathe in front of you, see you like a mouse and a cat, they want to prove that they are worthy Everything you do!
Ten seconds before the end of the game, the ball was in Ginobili's hand, the Pistons led the Timberwolves by 16 points, and the suspense had long since disappeared.
　　 "10!"
　　 teammates off the field have all stood up.
"9!"
　　O'Neill looked at the scorer in frustration. He couldn't believe he lost again.
"8!"
　　James looked around. This was his first trip to the finals. He could be like this with the Pistons, and he should be satisfied. But why does he have a feeling that this may be his only chance to defeat Dor.Mo in this life?
　　 "7!"
　　The audience looked left and right, and a surreal thing happened in the fourth quarter.
　　 "6!"
　　What could be more terrifying than this? Dor.Mo and Grant Hill are old, but the young Pistons look like they can continue to rule the league for ten years!
　　 "5!"
　　 Adam Frasses breathed lightly, and he was relieved.
　　 "4!"
　　Grant Hill looked at Dor. Mo excitedly, his trembling cheek seemed to shout out "Do you see it?"
　　 "3!"
　　Ginobili patted the ball~EbookFREE.me~ Suddenly, he and Anthony, Prince, Gerald, Curry turned around and faced Mo Mengchen's gestures that they had countless times tonight.
　　 Please witness.
"2!"
　　So, a smile appeared on Dor.Mo's face.
　　 "!"
　　 "Beep!"
"competition is over!"
　　 "The Pistons defended their title again, and made the great eight consecutive championships!"
　　 "No, greatness is not enough to describe eight consecutive championships, their achievements have surpassed greatness!"
　　 "They are the myths of modern sports, but the myth does not end tonight!"
　　 "The young people of the Pistons took over the torches of Dor.Mo and Grant Hill. The unbeaten legend of the Pistons will continue in the future!"
　　The narrator shouted excitedly, obviously they didn't like the Pistons at first, but now they changed their faces.
　　 The players on the field hug each other, but what about the field?
　　Mo Mengchen and Hill slowly stood up, and they couldn't help looking at each other.
　　 After a few seconds, the most successful duo in the NBA's history embraced each other tightly, as if this is the only way to feel the greatness of each other and the brilliance of everything.
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