Chapter 174: Dad helps mom

51 to 49
This is the score of the whole half, the Pistons still did not play an advantage, Hardaway led the Magic to stick to the home, the game is still five or five points.
"Grant struggled in the second quarter. Will this change your core point?"
Mo Mengchen looked at the reporter. He didn't need to know that the reporter was from Orlando. The question was also more insidious. If the answer was not good, the guys could read it a few times, and it might cause some problems inside the piston.
"Of course not, everyone has a bad time." Mo Mengchen casually passed the question.
"Guys, don't forget what this opponent has given you."
Collins shouted loudly.
Everyone lowered their heads, Collins continued: "There are still half games, I hope you can take a little blood in the second half, this is just a regular season, but the opposite is the enemy who sent us home last season, we need to do Order something!"
Collins was talking there, and Mo Mengchen turned to Hill and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Damn, nothing." Hill said uncomfortably.
"No, I'm asking what's wrong with your waist? Are you okay?" Mo Mengchen thought about it, maybe Hill wasn't softening, but the other elbow caused him some additional damage.
Hill explained: "It's nothing, just a little pain, nothing."
"Let me see." Mo Mengchen said.
Seeing Mo Mengchen let Hill lie down, everyone stunned.
David Wise asked: "Grant, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, Mo insists on looking at my waist..." Hill said.
No problem, it seems that this guy is soft...
Mo Mengchen was a bit disappointed. If it was because of injury, it was understandable that he was so depressed. The test results showed that it was not. Hill was indeed scared by the high intensity and dark elbows on the opposite side.
In fact, Mo Mengchen had already guessed this, just in case.
Hill and Hardaway are in a similar situation. From the early stage of his career, his body is relatively tough and not brittle. However, his body was worn to the extreme later. At the peak of 28 years old, the tide of injuries came.
This is a guy who will not stop as long as he starts to be injured. Therefore, the prevention of injuries must be meticulous, and there should be no problems at all.
"Orlando is strong. If you can't come forward, we will have a hard time playing tonight."
"Do not worry..."
Mo Mengchen said half-jokingly: "If you are not used to elbows, I will suggest to the coach to allow elbow swings during the match, so you should not be afraid anymore?"
"Really? Great!"
Hill heard this sentence, Mahon, Williams, Wallace also heard this sentence, they look very excited, as if this is the ideal basketball game.
"What's better? There will be alive people after such a match?" Hill retorted with a black face.
Williams laughed, Wallace didn't speak, and Mahon thought the proposal was unrealistic. Although it was very exciting, but did you elbow freely against the game? It's just a dream.
Is there such a good thing?
Even during the bad boy legion, elbow swing is not allowed in the match. You can swing your elbow, but the elbow swing will be fouled, and it is easy to hurt the friendship between teammates. In the end, not only did the training effect fail, but the team might be torn apart.
At this time, Mo Mengchen would borrow a sentence from Li Yunlong: I would rather let the soldiers be injured in training than to let them lose their lives on the battlefield.
"Compared to increasing the risk of injury in the match, I'm more reluctant to see you dreading your elbows." Mo Mengchen said, "You should know what hurts us the most, not a loss, but all of us pointing at you At that time, you flinched, just like in the second quarter."
Hill was speechless, and his surrounding teammates also heard these words.
The harsh dad just taught the kind mom just now, in front of everyone.
Amazingly, there was no hint of anger in Hill.
Mark Jones's eyes fell on Mo Mengchen, as if to see him clearly from the outside to the inside, he seemed to have discovered something.
Yes, he found it.
If he wants to implement his system on the team, what he needs is not the support of Collins, but the support of Mo Mengchen.
In the second half, the Magic kicked off first.
Hardaway’s attack was like a sea aura at sunrise. At first, the light was dim, and it seemed to disappear at any time. As the offensive began, this aura became a fierce light, which made it impossible for people to open their eyes.
Also at this moment, Mo Mengchen gave up the defensive position.
Hill hates that Mo Mengchen even has to do these calculations for an ordinary defense, but these calculations will undoubtedly benefit them, so he is willing to jam Hardaway's breakthrough route and force him to pass.
Hill's mention was not expected by Pence, he was ready to find the team's marksman, Hill's opponent Denis Scott.
"Good pass!"
Scott yelled, about to shoot, and a dark figure flew out, seriously affecting his shot.
Scott saw the other party's number: number 9.
Mo Mengchen completely interfered with Scott. If he can still shoot in this way, it can only show that the other party is indeed superb.
In an instant, the ball fell into the back of the basket.
Almost fell into it. Mo Mengchen's interference was finally effective. This three-point distance fell into the basket and it was a little bit of effort. It hit the basket and bounced out because of the wrong strength.
"Grant!"
Hill's supplementary defense, Mo Mengchen's rotation, counterattack after a successful defense, all this is too fast.
Hill believes that Mo Mengchen will rotate into position, and he is sure that Scott will not shoot. He also believes that his teammates will pass the ball. Therefore, when Scott shoots, he will shoot like a sharp arrow to the frontcourt.
Flying Luan Xiangfeng's Devil Mountain got the ball in the frontcourt. He seemed to have a pair of wings. At this moment, the focus of the audience was on him.
"BOOM~!"
The audience at the scene was speechless. This is a performance that only a few players such as Jordan and Hardaway can bring.
Hill ran back to the backcourt and patted the palm of the hand that sent him the pass: "Good pass."
"You are so ugly." Mo Mengchen vomited.
Hill smiled without anger: "Then I can only ask you to give me a sample."
Hardaway raised a hand and waved left and right.
It's not pulling away, it's running.
Mo Mengchen's defense slowly relaxed, and as long as Hardaway decided to organize others, his defensive strength would only rush the ball and not rush.
Denis Scott is still running: "Can you keep up with me? Duke's good boy, are you afraid that I will give you another one? Forget the one I gave you?"
His was lined up one by one, but none said Hill's pain.
Only when he is in confrontation with these people, Hill can realize how vicious the mouth of Mo Mengchen is. Compared with him, what is the of these people?
In order to become a better team player, Hill participated in the Atlanta Olympics. He trained and studied with many stars. He believes that the biggest improvement in the summer is the defensive end.
Mo Mengchen thinks so.
After a summer, Hill's single defense, cooperative defense, supplementary position, and off-ball marking have all improved qualitatively, which is very different from Hill in the previous life.
With defense, it is qualitative change for him.
The all-around offensive superstar is very different from the one offensive and defensive.
But, afraid of elbow strikes?
Mo Mengchen observes the situation behind, if Hill is still afraid of elbows, he can only come forward to punish Scott asshole.
There is no doubt that the Magic's end point is still on Scott. This person's shooting ability is indeed excellent. In this era of shortened three-point line, it can be used as a weakened version of Klay Thompson.
It is also a two-meter tall turret. Although his defense cannot be compared with Thompson, his shooting can be said to be fatal in this era.
"Asshole!"
Scott borrowed two screens and Hill was still behind.
He glanced at the referee's position, and there was a good look in his eyes. The killer flashed in his pupils, and Grant's cover was in place again.
Hill had almost passed Grant's cover, and then, the elbow that swung to his chest knocked him to the ground.
"Beep!"
Scott did not escape the referee and was caught stolen.
"I have four fouls to play with you." Scott threatened Hill.
Hill raised his head, stood up from the ground and said, "Then come!"
"Do what you should do, I'll clean up that guy." Mo Mengchen said.
"No, I can do it myself." Hill refused.
Mo Mengchen smiled and said nothing, turning back and giving the ball to Ma Hong, saying, "You can't let that CP keep going like this forever."
"What do you want to do?"
"In that position, cover me."
After Mo Menchen's instructions, he held the ball over halftime and called Hill to cover, successfully replacing the defender with Scott.
The defender was replaced by Mormon Dust, and Scott lost the domineering spirit.
The persimmon picks a soft pinch, this principle applies everywhere.
Mo Mengchen used the rookie season to let everyone in the league know that he is not easy to provoke. Scott did not dare to put the set against Hill in front of Mo Mengchen, because he knew that if he really wanted to do it, the only bad luck was. he.
This is someone who knocks off someone's front teeth but only eats offensive fouls.
There are countless rumors about Mo Mengchen's use of violence to control violence, and it is certain that no old bird has used a trick to get a cheap price on him.
"Did you play enough?"
Mo Mengchen suddenly asked~EbookFREE.me~ Scott was shocked, and didn't find that this was the dead end of the camera.
As soon as Mahon's pick-up came up, Mo Mengchen borrowed it. In order to circumvent this pick-up, he had to lower Mahon's black elbows, and this was only the beginning of the combo.
Mo Mengchen slowed down, allowing Scott to wrap up, also at the moment when the body contacted, Mo Mengchen's foot wrapped around Scott and slammed fiercely-Poor Scott knew nothing about it He was tripped to the ground, and this was just the crit before the climax.
When Scott fell to the ground, Mo Mengchen also "uncontrollable" his body, and fell to Scott who had lost his balance.
Mo Mengchen raised his elbow and slammed into Scott's body.
The nostalgic impact reminded Mo Mengchen, well, he hit it firmly!