Chapter 202: Do you think we need you to help us win?

"Mo, raise the rhythm!" Collins shouted tentatively.
What is this guy wondering? Can he command well?
Mo Mengchen looked at Collins impatiently and said: "Coach, let Theo come up, replace Ben, he can't stop Shaq."
"I will consider your proposal." Collins carrying the head coach's spectrum, did not immediately take Mo Menchen's suggestion.
Damn old CP!
Barkley added a penalty and the score became 39 to 44.
O'Neill replaced Campbell and shouted at Buckley: "Charles, I look forward to beating me!"
"Don't you dare me?" Barkley growled back.
O'Neal wanted to upset the Pistons in a low position. What he didn't expect was that Eddie Jones, who had always been reticent, took the ball and made him leave the basket.
Trust me!
Jones used his expression and gesture to convey this message to his teammates.
O'Neill remembered his previous consecutive scoring, knowing he had found the feeling, so he voluntarily avoided.
Mo Mengchen also wanted to see if Hill could prevent him.
Hill is the best point for the Pistons' outside defense. If he can't limit Jones, this game will be difficult to play.
Just like playing magic last season, Hardaway and O'Neal, they can't limit either, but to win the game, you must limit one of them.
Jones' strength is naturally no match for Hardaway. As long as a scorer like him finds the feel, he doesn't want to defend against it.
Jones swayed past Devil Mountain's center of gravity, grabbed Hill for half a second, jumped to the left of the free throw line, and swept the basket.
"give it to me!"
The shark roared, grabbed a rebound, sat down but was a rookie Big Ben, grabbed the basket and snapped.
"Who the can block me?" O'Neill growled.
Mo Mengchen said to Buckley: "You can't let Ben face Shaq alone."
Barkley said: "If I go to the defense, what will the guy do." He refers to his opponent Sean Lukes.
"I can't take care of that much now, we must first solve the biggest threat."
If it can be solved.
Mo Mengchen is very pessimistic. With Barkley's defense, even if he plays with Wallace, the defensive effect on O'Neill is limited.
But what can I do if it doesn't?
This is the only thing they can do. If O'Neal is not restricted, this game will not win at all.
Fisher looked tense, and he was so nervous when facing Mo Mengchen. Van Exel had cursed Mo Mengchen for more than ten minutes without stopping.
He was afraid and worried about this opponent. Kobe told him to let go if he let go, but it was not ordinary.
According to rumors, Mo Mengchen is the kind of ruthless person who will hit his opponent once he is unhappy.
Mo Mengchen didn't care how Fisher viewed him. It didn't matter. He patted the ball and called for a pick-and-roll.
Wallace didn't shoot, O'Neal couldn't get out of the basket, and Mo Mengchen took the ball to break through Fisher's defense and penetrate the Lakers defense.
The big shark glared at Mo Mengchen, thinking he wanted to challenge his defense.
"You are looking for death, Aussie!"
O'Neill shouted, and wanted to intercept Mo Mengchen's ball.
However, Mo Mengchen looked at O'Neill, and the hand holding the ball waved behind him.
The Shark's pupils shrank, he saw Wallace received the pass, screamed, jumped hard, hit him in the air, and scored by a slam dunk.
The young Big Ben does not know that he will play against this shark on the big stage many times in the future. The last time the team played in Los Angeles against the Lakers, he had no chance to debut. Tonight is his first time with O'Neal. Athletic, this ball made his confidence skyrocket.
"You should let this idiot know how powerful you are!" Buckley pushed him hard.
O'Neill didn't want to say anything. He stared coldly at the frontcourt and said to Fisher: "Pass the ball to me."
Jones wanted to continue singles, and seeing this scene, the impulse in his heart disappeared.
Only the team opened up space for him, he didn't shoot, so he lost the right to control the ball, because there was O'Neill on the court.
At this time, the Pistons' highest player on the field is Hill, but he is unlikely to defend O'Neal.
Wallace is 201 centimeters and Barkley is 198 centimeters. The two men won't even reach two meters. How can such a combination resist O'Neill?
The ghost knows.
When Mo Mengchen saw O'Neal taking the ball low, he knew it was bad. Until Barkley's bag went up, the big shark knocked over Big Ben in anger, and once again staged a psychological shadow. The city was quiet.
"I'm going to beat your damsel bitches, lick my well!"
The shark roared.
48 to 41
"There is only one question now. When will Doug Collins plan to replace him? He wouldn't really plan to let these two guys compete with Shaq all the time?"
"Who knows, if it's me, I will switch to Prester or Theo. They may not have enough offensive ability, but they can be used on the defensive end. Now the Pistons need not offense, but inside height and defense."
No one knows when Collins wants to continue this lineup.
Why should he use this lineup? Why is it so stubborn? Because this lineup is short and fast, Mo Mengchen must raise his rhythm if he doesn't change.
This is his purpose and his resistance as the head coach. He will never allow Mo Mengchen to challenge him on the court again and again.
"Mo, we need a big man." Hill said to Mo Mengchen.
Is this still what you said?
Mo Mengchen rolled his eyes and pushed forward while saying, "It's a pity that our head coach is not you, mom."
"It's not a joke now." Hill was serious.
Before leaving with him, Mo Mengchen said: "No joke can affect the coach's decision. The power of substitution is with him. It is meaningless for us to discuss this matter here."
Collins does not change other insiders, Mo Mengchen can only take the rhythm as fast as he wants, not only the rhythm of the offense, but also the rhythm of the defense.
In order to turn to everyone, the Lakers need a lot of defensive transposition. If there is a mistake, it is the opportunity of the Pistons.
The two commanders made continuous breakthroughs, Mo Mengchen broke through the ball, Hill ran out of the three-point line, holding the ball further torn open the space, Reid took the opportunity to run out of neutral.
Devil Mountain divides the ball,
The moment Mo Mengchen got the ball, he pretended to shoot the basket and attracted the Lakers' defense.
The moment their defense approached Mo Mengchen, Mo Mengchen smashed his hands and passed the ball to Reid, who cut into the rim and scored a layup at O'Neal's defensive corner.
43 to 48
"That's it!" Collins shouted. "That's it!"
The Lakers are tired like this, and the Pistons are tired.
With this complicated routine, the odds of making mistakes are higher, and the fault tolerance rate is also low. The Lakers' offense is clear every round, and O'Neal is the core.
They don't need too deep routines, because people all over the world know that as long as the ball is given to O'Neill, he will solve all the problems.
Sometimes, strong heads-up play is more reliable than any tactic.
O'Neal took the ball, ready to devour his opponent again, Hill retracted the inside, and even took Barkley and three people together.
The big shark couldn't get up.
The height advantage is there. He grabbed the rebound with one hand and jumped again, trying to end the attack with one blow.
"Snapped!"
Another man cut into the basket and O'Neal cut his hand before he broke up.
"Dor.Mo!"
Mo Mengchen cut O'Neill's ball and glanced at the far-end Reid. This guy's counterattack was quick and he had a very sharp sense of smell.
Fisher tried to block the pass, but-"Mo's pass is like a ship across the ocean, transporting the shells in place, Don Reid's performance moment!"
Rhett shouted and dunked to score.
"nice shot!"
The Pistons off the court will get up and throw out towels.
To defend O'Neill, the Pistons used four people.
It looks sullen. In fact, as soon as O'Neill reacts to give a pass, this routine will be exploded cleanly.
Mo Mengchen also knows that this is not a long-term plan, including a maximum of two people. Like four people on this round, O'Neill is still alive and not passing.
O'Neill looked at it, stayed on Mo Mengchen for a few seconds, and then said: "You won't be so lucky next time."
"Luck is only for those who are ready, Shaq."
Mo Mengchen was worried, and did not admit defeat.
The score also reached 45 to 48, only 3 points.
"It's right to speed up, this guy is a genius!" Gentry replied in praise of Collins. "Doug, they will understand you sooner or later!"
Collins nodded, hope so.
Frauss sat next to him and watched carefully. Although the score was catching up, it was already the limit and the Lakers would not make consecutive mistakes.
Being able to reach this point with such a weak lineup is the concerted effort of the five people on the Pistons field, the proper decision-making between Mo Mengchen and Hill, and their desperate defensive efforts at all costs-the result is only a difference in points Reduced to 3 points.
This is only the first half.
What good results can be achieved by drinking thrush like this to quench thirst?
"boom!"
O'Neal flipped Wallace for the third time tonight. This time, he not only flipped the person, but also caused a third personal foul by Big Ben.
There is no substitution prompt.
Wallace got up and should say that Collins reused him as much as he should be happy.
But now he is not happy because he knows that he can't prevent O'Neal at all.
"What should I do?" Hill asked ~EbookFREE.me~ Mo Mengchen: "It seems that our coach is not going to change his mind."
"So?" Barkley asked.
"No defense." Mo Mengchen said to Wallace, "Ben, listen to me, we will not give you any help, you need to resist Shaq by yourself, when necessary, you will foul, be sure to Stop him from shooting, don't give him a three-pointer."
"But...I have committed three offences."
Mo Mengchen was mean and asked with no room: "Do you think we need you to stay on the court to help us win?"
After all, Mo Mengchen walked away.
Hill patted Wallace: "Don't mind, he's just like that."
Wallace was unbalanced by Mo Mengchen's mentality. He stood on the side of the free throw line and waited for O'Neal to make a free throw.