Chapter 183: Beautiful mistake

At halftime, the entanglement between the two sides was impressive.
Marbury honestly became a porter after playing.
Although there was a little tiger in his heart, only Sanders spoke, and he had to follow suit.
As a point guard. His one-on-one skills, roaming and personal abilities are outstanding, but he is closer to a "pure" point guard than Iverson.
It’s not impossible for him to play well.
This is the story of the first half.
The Timberwolves are still 6 points behind, and this result satisfied the fans.
After all, the Pistons were extremely powerful in the first half, as if they would devour the Timberwolves.
"We need to control the rhythm better. The Timberwolves are a very dynamic team. If you let them play their own rhythm, they can compete with any team."
"So, is this what you are going to do in the second half?"
"Yes, this is my goal."
"Okay, thanks to Dor.Mo for our interview."
Midfield lounge
Collins was talking about some problems in the first half. Few people in the room listened to him seriously, so Mo Mengchen and Dumas looked serious, but Collins knew they were in a daze.
This is a show by himself. It is like a teacher taking a group of bad children to class. Even if the teacher knows that no one is listening to him, he will finish the class. This is his job.
The feeling that the team is out of control is becoming more and more obvious.
The burden on Collins was getting heavier. He had assured the top level that he would lead the team to a breakthrough in the next three years. Now that the team is well-organized and there should have been some mistakes, it should have made a difference.
Mark Jones doesn't want to push the triangle offense to replicate the Bulls' success.
However, as long as Collins is in one day, the Pistons cannot play a triangle offense.
Collins sang a one-man show, he felt pretty good.
In the second half, the Pistons' starters were Mo Mengchen, Houston, Hill, Ratliff, Wallace.
Thorpe's absence due to injury tonight gave Lauderdale and Wallace more playing time.
Lauderdale performed well in limited minutes, but Wallace has been unable to keep up with the main rhythm.
"Ben, don't be nervous, if you don't guard, there is Theo inside."
Hill kept telling him that he wanted the rookie to maintain a good mentality. Unfortunately, Wallace listened in one ear, and the other ear expelled these words.
Mo Mengchen stood on the field, ready to serve Hill.
"Did you think of a way to deal with Stephen?"
Devil Mountain expressed concern.
"How do you feel about elbowing?"
"It's too rough, we should use more peaceful means, if we use violence to win, my conscience will be uneasy."
Listen, how good it is. My mother is my mother, and I am so moved to cry.
Hill's great shore, bright, and righteous image made Mo Mengchen feel ashamed.
"It seems that you can only make a decision?"
"Would you like me to do something for you again? I tell you, I won't be your black hand anymore, and I won't allow you to play black hand anymore."
Where does this guy come from? Didn't he think of a black hand to counterattack when he was beaten to death by someone on the field?
Based on Mo Mengchen's understanding of Hill, Duke's talented students may not have really thought about it.
Never mind.
Hill sent the ball and asked, "What the do you want me to do for you?"
"That guy is a good defender, but he doesn't know how to control the rhythm on the field. Once he gets up, he will make the Timberwolves rhythm messy."
"and so?"
Mo Mengchen said evilly: "So wait until the second half, when I am broken by him, you have to pretend that you can't keep up and let him score."
Hill is a good student, especially knows how
After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, he understood.
"No, this is too obvious. I should pretend to keep up with him, but I can't prevent him. This way the effect is better, and it can make him lose himself further."
It's true that Duke came out.
Mo Mengchen agreed with him with a thumbs up: "It's rare that we thought about going away, mother."
"No way, those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to Mexico are black."
"You are less complacent there, even if you are not close to me, even if we don't know you, you are black."
Hill was furious: "You are racist!"
"Aren't you black?"
"I... I'm mulatto!"
"As far as I know, most mixed-race people think they are black, don't you think so?"
Hill doesn't want to continue arguing with Mo Mengchen on this topic that may ignite the upper body at any time.
Marbury looked at Mo Mengchen and yelled, "Come on, you bastard!"
A second later, Wallace's pick-and-roll let Marbury know that the Pistons' succession was the same.
Mo Mengchen would swing his elbow when defending, Wallace would swing his elbow when picking and rolling.
Marbury hit an elbow and couldn't help but retreat.
His defense is neither good nor bad. When he defends seriously, he is a good one-on-one defender. But if you don't take it seriously, you will be fascinated.
For example, like now, in an era where you can't play in a game without swinging your elbow, when you encounter an elbow from a pick-and-roll, he will actively give up and give up defense, so that the opponent can get an offensive opportunity.
Marbury's poor defense sent Mo Mengchen a good pass in the Timberwolves' penalty area. Ratliff took the ball high and scored a jumper.
"Good shot, Theo!"
58 to 50
Ratliff's CIC has become more and more stable, which has extraordinary significance for him.
In his peak period, he can get 10 million annual salary by defense alone, what if he adds a steady jump shot?
Next, Marbury controlled the ball.
The rest of the Pistons used their strength to breastfeed.
In order for Mo Mengchen's plan to be implemented smoothly, off-ball defense must be done well.
How can a defender who decides to drive his teammates choose singles?
Quite simply, giving him the illusion that "this ball is not for me, they have no chance".
In fact, Marbury can find someone to pass the ball as long as he is patient. After all, he still wants to attack himself, acting like a pure point guard and organizing the team just because of Sanders' command.
The young lone wolf awakened again, just as gold always shines.
Mo Mengchen's favorite moment is here.
Marbury is one of the best dribblers in the world. The ball's sophistication and skill are so pure that he can do whatever he wants. He began to show off the signature crotch without stopping the renju racket.
Those old fritters in Rock Park are willing to admit that this guy is a natural one-on-one player. He inherited the arrogance of a New York street point guard. He can crotch down his opponent repeatedly with a crotch, reverse the step forward, break the center of gravity after shooting a fake move, and then turn around to cut into the bottom line. He is a dribbling museum.
Mo Mengchen's defense disintegrated in an instant, and melted off like a high-temperature ice block.
Marbury rushed to the basket, Wallace wanted to do what he wanted to score.
Anyone had imagined that Marbury's dominance of "everything is dead", just against him.
This was simply too much. Wallace wanted him to score even if he didn't expect the opponent to rub a foul on himself.
This foul is not planned at all.
Wallace can anticipate his father's roar.
Dad is a perfectionist. He doesn't allow loopholes. Mistakes like him are inferior.
He will scold me fiercely.
Wallace is ready.
What Wallace didn't think of was that Mo Mengchen walked in front of him and gave a gentle pat to his back like a long board: "You didn't make a mistake."
"Uh?"
Little Ben is not quite sure what is going on?
Isn't the father ridiculous enough to praise others? please do not?
"I fouled..."
Wallace thinks it's better to admit a mistake before Mo Mengchen made a splash.
"Yes, you fouled, I didn't expect it, but it might be better." Marbury was proud of his nostrils. "He is proud now, thanks to your foul."
"He must now feel that he is a better player than Jordan."
Mo Mengchen took a picture of Wallace: "It's all thanks to you, Ben."
It's too horrible, and I was not scolded for making mistakes.
The other Pistons players, who were tormented by Mo Mengchen, all showed incredible expressions.
"I will also foul him!"
Grant "Mother" Hill said.
"Stop it, you stupid pig, a wonderful mistake is enough!" Mo Mengchen stopped him.
Then, Mo Mengchen ignored Hill's murky little eyes and walked outside to wait for Marbury's free throw.
Mabriga's failure to make a penalty was another accident.
Wallace scored a defensive rebound, shouted, and threw a long pass.
If this kind of pass is put in peacetime, even if Hill's big fat face is fanned into a pig's head, Mo Mengchen doesn't believe Wallace can pass this kind of ball.
This shows that proper praise can help the development of rookies.
Mo Mengchen received the pass perfectly and saw that Hill ran faster than him, so he was not greedy and sent a boost to basketball.
The ball continued to fly forward.
Devil Mountain took the ball and dunked to score.
"Don't worry~EbookFREE.me~ I will chase the score back!" The magnificent Marbury seemed to stand on the top of the world, ignoring Garnett and Gugliotta, "I will take all of them. A hit!"
At this moment, Sanders, Garnett and Gugliotta all felt a sense of uneasiness.
Marbury's confidence was good, but it was a little too smooth.
The third quarter has just begun, how could he have confidence so quickly?
Then, Marbury took another step to get rid of Mo Mengchen.
It is not so easy for him to break through junior high school students. Mo Mengchen, like an actor, does not defend at all.
The horse scored the basket and tossed again.
Little Ben roared and knocked the ball across.
PS: The fourth one will come soon. Ask for the monthly ticket and ask for the recommended ticket. I will have everything you have.