Chapter 167: Duke's

The 76ers' coach Johnny Davis was at a loss for the situation in front of him. He knew that Stackhouse was eager to win, but their strength was not as good as the Pistons.
He is also defined by the team as a bad coach-if you don't expect him to win, you can lose as much as you can. Whether you can get Duncan or not depends on him.
Right now the timeout is called to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.
"Our defensive aggression is not enough, see how many counterattacks they have played, you have to work harder!" Davis yelled.
He was a desperate player in the age of players. Before serving as the 76ers coach, he worked as a teaching assistant for more than ten years, and his task was to fight the chicken blood.
Being a head coach, it is not enough to play chicken blood, but now he can only do so.
"Coach, put the ball in my hand, I can lead everyone to win this game!"
Starkhouse's eyes were empty, and he did not put others in the eyes at all, and put himself in the core position.
Although Davis is unconscious, he is not unconscious. He is well aware of the team's positioning. Their future is on Iverson. If Starkhouse cannot recognize this, he will start in the days of the 76ers. Countdown.
"No, you and AI take turns to take over the ball, this is not negotiable!" Coaches who like to play chicken blood have the same feature, that is, the aura of speaking is very strong, because only your tone is convincing, your Chicken blood can be effective.
Stark House didn't think Davis would reject him. After a while, the timeout period was over.
At this time, only four minutes passed in the first quarter. As a result, the Pistons adjusted their personnel.
This is Zina McLean's suggestion.
The depth of the lineup is so rich, you should do more rotation.
Collins was a cautious person. After thinking over and over again, he decided to replace Thorpe and take on Ratliff's defense to protect the penalty area.
"Theo, that guy should be able to break through, leave him some space, don't give him a chance to react." Mo Mengchen urged.
Ratliff nodded again and again.
Mo Mengchen guessed wrong, Iverson did not single out, he did the most correct thing-sudden points.
Starkhouse took the ball on the wing, and the explosive force like a C4 bomb helped him get rid of Houston's defense. Hill quickly followed.
This guy's defense has really improved.
Mo Mengchen thought that Hill did not have such a rapid change of defense ability before, and now it can be used as almost half a Pippen in the team.
Hill, who is performing a change of defense, did not expect him to get a high rating from Mo Mengchen, he just wanted to defend another Jordanian successor.
There are already enough Jordan successors in this world. He hopes that he is the only one. In the future, like this Jordan successor, one will die and one will stop me from dying.
Devil Mountain thought evilly.
Starkhouse shot under this defensive pressure.
He really wanted to prove his ability, but unfortunately, the basket did not give face, and the feeling was not disappointing. The superstar-level emergency stop jumper came out again.
"Ah!"
Coleman snarled, and the brown bear-like strong and broad back flew over Ratliff, grabbing the rebound violently and dunking in situ.
He tore the basket like a bear.
9 to 13
Mo Mengchen gave Buckley a look.
Buckley understands, pulls up Ratliff, said: "The next time I will match up with that guy, you pay attention to help defense."
"Yes." Ratliff responded.
Although the 76ers' suspension did not contain the Pistons' momentum, they recovered their rhythm for themselves, which was considered effective.
In the first quarter, the two sides maintained a difference of 6 points to 4 points.
In the eighth minute of the first quarter, Mo Mengchen took turns, his stats were 5 points, 3 rebounds and 4 assists.
After Mo Mengchen went off, the same problem appeared again.
There is no rule.
"Damn it, wouldn't this group play without Mo?" Collins was about to burst.
Before it was running, Mo Mengchen turned into an endless heads-up battle after the end. Fortunately, there was Barkley, otherwise the score would be chased back by the 76ers in minutes.
Fraises said; "Because neither of them is a commander."
Collins looked at him: "Adam, do you have any suggestions?"
"Mo and Grant can't be replaced at the same time." Frasses glanced at Hill who was communicating with Mo Mengchen off the field.
Collins also looked over and said: "But we also have JD, Charles, Alan, they are all experienced players."
"JD was playing No. 2 next to Isaiah. Although the transformation point guard succeeded later, he could not be the commander of the run-and-run system; Charles was the end point. When Mo was present, he only let him play the pick and roll down and cover. Inner cuts, plus a few singles, don't make much use of his coping ability; as for Alan..."
He smiled, slightly plump, but his very flattering face showed a helpless smile.
Collins smiled too, with a bitter smile.
Indeed, he underestimated the demands of running and banging on point guards, and he thought that anyone who played the game could run the system well.
As you think about it, Mo Mengchen can control his so-called "point-and-face" system like a mature offensive system. It is natural to control running and bombing, and Dumas does not have this ability.
Hill can also spur running, but he and Mo Mengchen end the game at the same time, which is why the system is paralyzed.
It seems to be adjusted.
"Adam, your suggestion is very important." Collins originally thought that Frasses was the kind of guy who filled his mind with tactics, but only on paper. He didn't expect that this guy was not only thoughtful, but also good at giving advice.
Such a guy does not recruit him to his side, is it waiting for Mark Jones to take him under his command?
Frauss smiled embarrassedly: "No, I just said my opinion, the gap between the NBA and the university is still not small, there are many places I need to study."
"It doesn't matter, you can already bring a lot of help to the team now. Over time, your achievement is more than just an assistant." Collins said deeply.
There was no surprise or shock or joy flashing on Fruse's face. He nodded gently with a joyful and rich face, and was complicit in Collins' praise.
The Pistons' offense was basically a two-man turn between Dumas and Barkley. They failed to take advantage of Houston.
This makes Hill very anxious.
This is related to Barkley's unfamiliarity with Houston. If he is caught, he is more inclined to pass the ball to Dumas than Houston.
Fortunately, the 76ers did not find this.
Mo Mengchen thought, if it were him, he would let his counterpart in Houston take the place of Buckley.
If Barkley doesn't pass the ball, I won't mention it. Even if it's passed, Houston hasn't touched the ball for so long. This is worth a try.
Stark House began to restore Jordan's successor after re-entering the field, against Michael Curry, his offensive decayed and scored continuously.
The point difference was chased by 2 points, and Barkley shouted and took the ball to beat it.
The 76ers wanted a pinch, but they couldn't stand his fat buttocks. The destructive power was amazing. The line of defense was about to be exploded. The Pistons players off the court stood up to applaud the domineering goal.
However, Barkley's final approach to the offense was slightly rough, and the ball could not be put in.
Buckley was furious and grabbed a rebound and tried to get back up, but the pain came when he landed.
He stepped on Mark Hendrickson's foot.
"do not move!"
Barkley was about to move his ankle with severe pain, and Mo Mengchen whispered beside him.
He opened his eyes: "Mom hurts!"
"You should lose weight." Mo Mengchen said.
Buckley scolded: "My mother thought too, but I didn't have a chance. You said you would make me a diet meal every day. You liar, I haven't even eaten the sandwiches you made!"
"Don't quarrel!" team doctor David Wise scolded.
This fat man knows whether he knows what he is, and he still wants to eat at this time, why not kill you?
Mo Mengchen said: "There are no obvious scars."
"The sprain may be more serious, first lift him on the stretcher." Wise said.
Mo Mengchen nodded.
So the staff stepped forward and the four of them worked together to barely put Buckley on the stretcher.
"Will it be a serious injury?" Buckley asked humbly.
His own physique knows that even with such a large weight stepping on the feet of others, even a sprain can be a severe sprain.
Mo Mengchen shook his head: "It's hard to say, let's do a check first."
"Damn it!" Buckley scolded.
Collins angrily shaved off the stool around him, the team just wanted to make a difference but this thing happened.
Barkley's pick-and-roll quality and screen quality are first-class in the team. In addition to Thorpe's lack of side-by-side, he also has a superior heads up ability than Thorpe. Now he is injured in less than six games.
Collins continued to make personnel changes.
Barkley was retired, and Ratliff, Dumas, and Reid were replaced at the same time, and Momochen, Hill, Ben Wallace, and Mahon were replaced.
Mo Mengchen looked at the score, 44 to 42, the Pistons only led by 2 points.
"You're finally here, we have a lot of accounts to calculate." Starkhouse has already played, and now he is completely afraid of Mormon Dust.
Ma Hong asked, "Do you want me to help you clean him up?"
Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "No, we are civilized people, we should value peace."
When Hill heard that peace is important, it could not be heard: "If even you are saying such things, the world is estimated to be finished."
"Duke's, you are too gentle!" Ma Hong said sternly.
Hearing his title, Hill was also very uncomfortable. He has a name, a strength, a look, and a family. In front of this big boss, he could only change the sentence "Duke's"?
"The scores are a bit close. Hit a scalpel and let... Duke come to an end."
Mo Mengchen successfully took over Ma Hong's stalk.
"Screw you!"
Hill muttered and walked away angrily.
However, Mo Mengchen stretched out two fingers.
This means scalpel No. 2, which has never been used in actual combat.
"This tactic draws on the classic cascading offensive, I don't know if it can be done." Froth thought.
The NBA doesn't have 30 seconds of offensive time~EbookFREE.me~ Is it really a big husband to run such complicated tactics?
Facts have proved that the time limit is just shit. After the improvement of Mo Mengchen, the tactic that originally required 15 seconds to run only took 8 seconds to finish.
In an instant, Mahon had a chance to get to the basket, Hill had a three-pointer, and if he waited patiently for a second, even Houston had a shot, and the 76ers' loose defense completely collapsed in this round.
Mo Mengchen didn't look at people waving with one hand.
Beyond the three-point line, Duke’s top students insisted on proving that their three-point score had evolved, although the data could not be reflected.
"Grant Hill made a three-pointer!"
"The goal is scored!"
"Good shot, Duke!" Mahon shouted.
Hill pretended not to hear anything and turned back to defend.