Chapter 211: Who has passed

"The Pistons' fifteen-game winning streak is very good, but I am not responsible for passing on the goodness. My job is to crush the goodness of the opponent. This is what I am going to do."
After the Supersonics arrived in Detroit, the team's guard Gary Payton said arrogantly in an interview.
It can be seen that one of his two front teeth is golden, and the scars he left here last year will not be erased for a lifetime.
An incisor casts a deadly hatred.
Detroit's hostility towards Payton is not surprising. If he doesn't show anything, they will be surprised. This guy is not the lord who will swallow his voice. Once he comes over, he shows his attitude. This is him.
That night, Auburn Hills Palace Stadium.
Countless fans gathered here, the Auburn Hills Palace was surrounded by a lot of people, and everyone could sit where people could sit. The tickets for this game were fired three times as usual.
"Sister, will the Pistons continue their winning streak?"
In the family area at the scene, Adrian asked Ephraim.
Ephraim is not sure. The Supersonics are a strong team in the West. They reached the Finals in one fell swoop last season. They are also known for their defense. The Pistons have the advantage of lineup depth and home advantage.
But the depth of their lineup has never been able to play out, how much can home advantage help them?
Ephraim is not a senior fan. She only knows a little about the condition of the Pistons and cannot give a definite answer. Out of her trust in Mo Mengchen, she nodded heavily: "Yes, they can continue the winning streak Momentum."
"I knew they would do it!"
If let the Pistons know that a 10-year-old child's confidence in them stems from a sister's unfounded affirmation, how do you feel?
To be sure, someone must be in a bitter mood.
In the commentary, it was a rare battle tonight.
Vinier Johnson and Mav Albert and Bill Wharton.
"The Pistons and Supersonics continue to the leading edge, what do you two think?" As the host, Johnson still understands this.
Albert smiled: "This game is very important, let me brew a bit, let's talk about it first."
The Shanren first gave his partner a "this also needs to be brewed?" white eye, and then showed his strange eloquence in a national live broadcast: "I want to say that this will be a battle between the Tibetan Mastiff and the spotted hyena."
There is no doubt that the spotted hyena will definitely win.
"The supersonics are very energetic overall. They know what time and place they are doing. This is why they reached the finals last season. They can almost claim to be the greatest runner-up in history..."
Countless great runner-up teams cleared their throats through time and space.
"Unfortunately, they met one of the best teams in history." Wharton said with a smile.
Yes, he actually claimed that the 72-win team is one of the best in history...one? one!
"Bill, maybe there isn't one." His partner tried to correct this, because it would make the audience speechless.
However, the Shanren said it all, and it was hard to change his mouth: "No, it is one of them. In my mind, the best team in history has a name.
"Oh? Which team is so unlucky to you?" Johnson made a joke.
"Does this need to be said?" The Mountain man smiled confidently. "The Celtics in the 85-86 season."
Wharton said: "That team can win any kind of game, whether it is the state of the personnel, strength, adaptability, All-Star, comprehensive, willpower, game intensity, offense and defense, no matter how you want to play, They can all cope."
This is simply the most shameless bragging in history. A fan knows that you are the sixth person in that Celtics. Would you like to blow it like this?
Rarely once, Mo Mengchen agreed with Wharton.
In his mind, the strongest team in history is 86 Celtics.
Why wasn't the Bulls last season? First of all, the Bulls' 72 wins have caught up with the era of the league's great expansion, and there are a few bad teams at the bottom of the score, and it is easier to brush the record. 86 Celtics? They are almost facing the fiercest competition in history, which is the deepest period in the NBA talent pool to date.
A group of superstars such as the Magic Birds, the 84 diamond generation is about to reach the peak, 70s led by Jabal, Moses Malone, and Dr. J. The old giants, smiling assassins and other superstars with great strengths also sharpen their swords. It was in that context that 69 victories were played, and it was full of dominance.
But there must be some people who disagree, after all, Joe chose Joe.
But in Mo Mengchen's mind, the 96 Bulls were not even the strongest of the Bulls' six titles, although they won 72 wins.
When the enemy meets, they should be squinting.
"Finally meet again." Payton sneered, "Do you know how much I miss you?"
Mo Mengchen sneered: "Thinking about killing your other front tooth too? Well, I will try my best to satisfy you. Two large golden front teeth are always more symmetrical than one white tooth and one golden tooth."
Hearing Mo Mengchen take the initiative to mention this matter, his glove was so distorted that his face was more violent than his hurricane: "I must make you look like you are in front of the home audience tonight, you waste!"
"One person alone has the advantage of being alone, at least you don't have to face life and death anymore, but you, your mouth is so stinky, be careful of your family's life." Mo Mengchen smiled lightly.
Payton closed his mouth, the anger in his eyes was enough to make anyone feel hot.
The two teammates stepped forward and pulled them apart, lest they pinch before the game started.
"Do you have to quarrel with him?" Hill asked.
Mo Mengchen replied: "Do you think I want?"
The mother's language is very focused, and I hope that Mo Mengchen can listen to a few truths: "Mad dog bites you, can't you bite back?"
"You're wrong. If I don't bite back, it will feel like I'm bullying. Not only do I have to bite back, I have to stew it to make dog meat soup!" Mo Mengchen said murderously. Get rid of future problems."
For such dangerous elements, Hill has always been far away, his parents have not allowed him to play with such villains since childhood.
But now they have no choice. The two have become teammates, can they still leave? Can only make up.
The game is about to start, and the supersonic main force has only one adjustment compared to last season.
It was still those five: Payton, Hawkins, Schramf, Kamp, and center replaced by Jim McIlvain.
McIlvain has a height of 218. When he jumps the ball, his height gives him an advantage.
Players from both sides were in the middle, Payton's upper lip pumped, like dogs who had teeth for feeding.
The referee threw the ball and the ball flew into the air.
Mo Mengchen They don't expect Ratliff to jump to basketball, so while the referee threw the ball into the air, they backed at the same time.
Ratliff also lived up to expectations and failed to jump to the ball.
But if he shot the ball at this time, the scene would be a bit awkward.
Peyton took the ball, and the wind at his feet was like a god, running through the half, and charged towards Mo Mengchen's position.
"Sure enough, the two of them met at the beginning of the game!"
The narrator shouted loudly.
"Fuck me to death, bastard!" Payton turned directly outside the three-point line, his buttocks struck Mo Mengchen's waist for two consecutive hits, and turned inwards instantly.
He failed to push Mo Mengchen's body, but his skill in finding neutral was top notch.
Mo Mengchen was careless. The ball was passed by the glove bluntly. Ratliff wanted to defend, and worried that he could not pass the ball. It was embarrassing.
If the glove is his dilemma, outside the paint area, he gently throws the ball and rubs it into the rim against the backboard.
"You can't do anything without someone else's help~EbookFREE.me~ Give me a good look. I'm going to dry your defense so easily tonight!" Payton roared.
Ratliff just wanted to apologize.
Mo Mengchen said: "It's not your fault."
Not to mention, Mo Mengchen didn't take the ball, turned and ran to the scene.
Barkley said: "He doesn't think it's your fault. It doesn't mean you can think so. You didn't make it up. This is your fault."
Ratliff didn't ask why, he understood.
The grievances of Mo Mengchen and Peyton are well known all over the world. Whoever has the upper hand in tonight's rivalry will dominate the situation, which is also an inspiration to the morale of both sides.
In principle, I would rather allow Payton to pass the ball for others to score, rather than let him force Mo Mengchen, because that will make the momentum reverse.
This is what Buckley meant.