Chapter 124: Under control

O'Neill is invincible inside, strangely, after the first half, the Magic is still 5 points behind 49 to 44.
O'Neal is awe-inspiring, with 21 points and 11 rebounds in the half. For many insiders, this statistic is only available until the end of the game, but it is easy for him.
Throughout the half, he and the Pistons played each inside.
The opponent changed one after another, only one point is unchanged.
Every one, O'Neill can blow it up.
He blasted every opponent, but the points have never narrowed.
"Bill, what do you think is the problem?" Turing asked.
Wharton laughed: "If the lions are only capable of fighting, then they cannot become the fearful king of the grasslands. I mean, tonight’s Magic, it’s as if only Shaq is playing, the others Everyone has become a spectator waving flags."
"You mean, the Magic has become a one-man team?’
"Yes, Shaq has done everything he can, the reason lies in others."
Pushing the Magic into a one-person team has put O'Neal into a hard fight. This is exactly the Pistons' strategy. So far, they have done a good job.
"We can't expect Penny to be sluggish all night. You must do more. Shaq's physical strength will soon be unsustainable. This is our chance!"
Collins shouted loudly.
The whole dressing room, only his voice.
"Otis, how is your nose?"
Thorpe was not there, Mo Mengchen had no bottom.
Although Thorpe is not the kind of superstar who can rule both ends of the offense and defense, as a blue collar with championship experience and the ability to play on any team, it is essential for the current Pistons.
Mo Mengchen is not only accustomed to his being in the basket, but also accustomed to his pick-and-roll and cover.
When he needs to score, he can stand up and score a few points.
Such a good player is hard to come by, and it's no wonder that after he leaves, the Rockets will be so difficult to defend.
Thorpe said: "I will fight next game."
Next game? What about the second half of tonight?
Mo Mengchen thought.
The first goal of the second half, after the pick-and-roll, Mo Mengchen rushed past Hardaway.
Hardaway's defense puzzled him. He seemed to have been given instructions to stop worrying about who to defend after the pick-and-roll.
He got a very positive instruction-anyway, the person who defends you.
This made Hardaway's goal clear. Although he still struggled with a pick-and-roll performance, it was always better than a team that turned into four defenses and five after a pick-and-roll.
This is not a good sign. Mo Mengchen broke through to the basket, attracted the assists, and then scored a goal for Mills in front of O'Neill.
Mills aimed at the basket and made a precise shot guidance.
51 to 44
"Damn, don't let them shoot!"
O'Neill shouted.
He is very dissatisfied with the Pistons' game strategy. What's the point of such a confrontation? Even if they die inside, they have to die outside. As a result, they actually sent two kites who like to shoot outside to fight him.
O'Neal has difficulty treating the game calmly, especially when the score is behind and he is not playing well.
Hardaway, who had abnormal emotions in the first half, suddenly fell silent.
No ball?
Mo Mengchen found Hardaway running over empty-handed.
"The coach let me know that I should play in another way, you wait and watch." Hardaway's words wrapped around Mo Mengchen's ears.
At this moment, Hardaway's body suddenly flashed, and Mo Mengchen realized that this was a fake movement. At the moment when he wanted to cut in, Mo Mengchen felt that his back was being held back and looked back. It was Grant who helped Hardaway cover.
Latlive was unable to catch up with Hardaway, who was cutting at full speed.
Brian Shaw threw the ball into the air, Hardaway jumped up, grabbed the ball with one hand in the air, and made a heavy shot at the basket.
"Penn~~~~ Hardaway!"
"Penn!"
The audience screamed Hardaway's nickname loudly, and the response caused by this buckle was not trivial.
For the Pistons, this is a very bad signal, and their opponents are very likely to take advantage of this deduction.
"Mo?"
Mo Mengchen raised his left hand and extended three fingers.
His teammates know what this means-scalpel tactics.
"I accepted your opinion. Even a player as good as me can't leave my teammates. You are right."
"is it?"
When Mo Menchen's voice fell, Mills stepped forward to pick and roll. At the same time, Hill and Houston ran alternately. Mo Monchen broke through and formed an x-ray running map on the field.
If you look closely, you can find their location is particularly interesting.
In an instant, three opportunities appeared.
The riots caused by Mo Mengchen's breakthrough broke into Hill's three-meter gap.
His open space is too large, even if Mo Mengchen does not believe his three-pointer, there is no better passer besides him at this time.
Hill received the ball and shot three points.
"Uh!"
"It's over. Even those who hit a three-pointer per game have scored three points, and you lost tonight."
Mo Mengchen said jokingly, running past Hardaway.
A three-pointer counteracted the impact of Hardaway's empty dunk.
Even worse, they are now 7 points behind.
They have been scoring all the time, and the Pistons haven't stopped, and there is nothing more headache than this.
It seems like they have no use in scoring.
"Damn, give me the ball!"
O'Neill is an impatient man, he will not allow his opponent to catch up, and he will wipe out the bud now.
This is more important than anything.
O'Neill's eyes gradually became cold, and then the ball flew into his hand, he was about to attack.
"Snapped!"
"When is he"
Hardaway's brain is blank. He was just running and wanted to take Mo Meng Chen away. Mo Meng Chen, who was supposed to be behind him, appeared beside O'Neill and hit his ball.
"give me back!"
O'Neill was furious and pushed Mo Mengchen from behind.
"Beep!"
"Technical foul!"
O'Neill's third foul was still a technical foul.
"Damn bastard!" O'Neill became more and more angry, and he finally knew where the problem was.
This guy! This rookie has a bad reputation among star players.
There is no respect for the predecessors, a bunch of can make people ride the wall, a bunch of ghost ideas, Payton so-called "successful as soon as possible" bastard.
it's him!
Mo Mengchen slowly stood up, Hill came forward to greet.
"Hopefully Shaq will not end you this time." Hill said.
Mo Mengchen asked: "You seem to be looking forward to it?" "Where is it? I think a wicked person like you should be blamed for thousands of years." Hill said with a laugh.
"Even if you are alive and well, how dare I die?" Mo Mengchen didn't even look at O'Neal, and walked straight forward to prepare for a technical foul.
Two free throws.
If both free throws are scored, the Pistons lead 9 points and have the ball.
That is, in this round, they can pull the difference to 11 points.
They were completely at a disadvantage in terms of strength. At the moment, they had the opportunity to expand their lead to double digits in the third quarter. For many experts who think they know basketball well, this is a cracking face.
Wow wow
Mo Mengchen made two free throws and he didn't pay attention. He also scored 12 points.
Hardaway posted Mo Mengchen to death. He didn't want Mo Mengchen to catch the ball.
Mo Mengchen had already prepared for such a defense.
In a counter run, Mo Mengchen pulled out of the space and caught the ball, Hardaway pressed down the center of gravity and put the left and right.
Even though Mo Mengchen shot a shocking left-handed three-pointer against the Bulls not long ago, most people still feel that he is not good at the left hand.
He hid so well, even he himself was surprised by this season's tolerance.
He endured for so long. Isn’t UU reading www.uukanshu.com just to let opponents make such wrong defensive choices in such a terrible time?
At that moment, Hardaway's pupils soared, and Mo Mengchen's hand to the left was faster than him to the right, much faster!
No, the left hand is not his weakness!
At that moment, Hardaway shouted in his heart.
I usually don't care. Once fangs are exposed, no one dares to care.
This is the impact of Mo Mengchen's breakthrough.
The Magic's defense is in chaos, and he is in this chaos, beautifully dividing the ball to the outside of Alan Houston.
The CIC King doesn't stop shooting, his three-pointers are just as dangerous.
Houston kicked the ball and made a 3-pointer.
"Uh!"
"The point difference reaches 12 points, the Magic requests a timeout!"