Chapter 269: 1 rare

Old turtle?
The bull, who was already angry, became more angry, and the Zen Master struggled between changing and not changing Rodman.
"Give me the ball!"
Jordan's offensive movement is so fluid that he doesn't feel a little difficult. Alan Houston behind him is not like a defender, but like a dish, a dish he wants to eat whenever he wants.
Such a gap is frustrating, and the confidence that Houston has built through several counterattacks is about to be destroyed again.
Jordan's offensive is extremely fierce, the CIC king still remembers what Mo Mengchen told him to: sell a flaw.
There is such a big flaw in the good low-end defense. Jordan knows that there is a ghost, but he does not believe in evil, and he has to find out.
The trapeze is like turning around and breaking the Knicks bottom line to catch the ball from Ewing's goal.
The difference is that the Pistons have no one, and Houston has given him such a big space.
Jordan started violently. If no one stopped, it would be a dunk to save the team's morale.
Ratliff held his breath and seemed to be waiting for the opportunity.
Mo Mengchen always told them: Smart people will wait patiently for opportunities, but they will never let them slip away.
In the mind of Ratliff and others, Mo Mengchen is like a god.
He knew that his opportunity came.
The trapeze took off head-on, and the cover of Ratliff came from the flank.
Jordan has encountered countless assist defenses in his life, he knows how to resolve these defenses.
A light circle lever, Ratliff's assist defense was easily avoided, and if that was the case, there would be no way to stop it. Fortunately, the Pistons did not underestimate him, linking one by one, never let him down.
Jordan's old friend, the Flying God Pig who had been in love with him for many years, while hiding in Ratliff, waited for Jordan to finish his acrobatics.
then…
"boom!"
Jordan glared, never thinking that the person who stopped him was the dead fat man who couldn't seem to jump.
"Michael, kiss my ass!"
The fat man shouted loudly after landing.
The basketball bounced off the backboard and flew out. Mo Mengchen had already predicted its whereabouts. Quickly caught up, blocked the gap and picked up the ball.
The Bulls are willing to see anyone other than Mo Mengchen take the ball. He is in good shape now and has a stinky mouth. Every goal scored makes him want to take off his jersey and bring him to a century boxing match.
Harper grabbed Mo Mengchen's hand and prevented him from advancing.
Mo Mengchen raised the arm that was caught with paw prints: "Use some more force, if this can give you comfort, I encourage you to do so."
Harper has never hated a person.
Mo Mengchen reminded him of a golden-haired white man in a green jersey.
It's almost the same style. The emergence of such a beast has made people suspect that God has bad taste, and now there is another one, and in some ways it has been over.
What's wrong with God's brain? Why do you always create such assholes?
Back on the offensive end, Mo Mengchen hung the ball to Buckley.
"You made three mistakes, you know?"
Barkley attacked after speaking, and Rodman's expression was serious. As long as Barkley is in position, he has this expression, which makes one wonder whether Barkley has done too much to him, otherwise why is there always a celibate face of the old cadres?
Jordan was anxious to retaliate against Barkley. If he didn't let the fat man pay the price on the spot, the cover would become the talk for the two to meet next time. At that time, he could only come up with his own ring.
"I knew you would come!"
Even though God is a God, he is also a flesh and has seven emotions and six desires.
He left Houston to seek out Barkley's revenge, which seemed extremely rash to Mo Mengchen.
Barkley doesn't just know the offense if he gets the ball, just look at his career assist data. He can pass the ball. When he knows that the team will come, he can send out beautiful assists.
Jordan regretted it at that time, because the next second, Alan Houston got a seat.
The CIC King's open 3-pointer is as stable.
He glanced at the angry Jordan, and suddenly felt that the trapeze was not so terrible.
"Better than 42! Do you want to suspend? No, Chicago did not choose to suspend!"
"Phil seemed to trust the players' ability to adjust on the court!"
Whether offensive or defensive, Jordan is the one with the most sense of existence.
Pippen took the ball on the perimeter, Jordan continued to run, and spurted a few in his ears.
Houston is no longer the same Houston that he was educated like a pupil.
Once the score can be scored, the waist will naturally become hard.
"Michael, you have said so much, can you save anything? You are all 8 points behind now, can you tell me the priority?"
Oh my god, Houston is educating Jordan! ?
Mo Mengchen regrets that he failed to witness this moment with his own eyes. He is trying to find a way to foul Pippen and Rodman.
Rodman has made three offenses and he will be more careful.
Pippen seems to have controlled his emotions, but he has also lost the aggressiveness of the start. If he keeps this way, what can he do even if he stays on the field?
Mo Mengchen thought so, Jordan hit the ball.
"This ball is for you, idiot!"
Jordan sprayed Houston again.
In turn, Barkley directly beat the low post.
Both sides played very monotonously, and the Bulls were preparing for the double-team, but unlike Jordan, he went up to help without communicating with others for revenge.
With the Bulls' defensive rotation ability, as long as they communicate well, even if Barkley passes the ball in advance, they can also rotate to the position, so they will not be vacated by the opponent.
However, their opponents are not all scattered, Mo Mengchen is already ready on the outside.
As soon as the double-folder appeared, all the members interacted with each other.
Barkley passed the ball in time and Reid moved the ball.
The ball came to Momon Chen's hand, the pick-and-roll posted, and broke through Harper's defense-the Bulls' left defense had a loophole, and Mo Monchen broke through to the deepest position before giving Buckley.
At this time, in order to limit Barkley, they have no time to make up for the hole on the left, they can only continue to shrink the defense line. At this point, the entire defense has completely collapsed, the two defense lines have all been lost, and the personnel have gathered in the paint area. Flick it out.
"Alan Houston again!
The CIC King will only make three points tonight. His opponent is angry and angry, but he can't do anything.
"Uh!"
53 to 44
"Who will tell me what's wrong with the Bulls' defense? Why are outsiders frequently missing people?"
"And still the one who should not be missed!"
The Zen Master is ready to call a timeout. The problem is not only their offense but also their defense.
Rodman and Pippen were terrified, and they did not have the sharpness they had before. Otherwise, no matter how the Pistons transferred the ball, there was no possibility of such a big miss.
When Zen Master was about to call a timeout, Pippen suddenly took the ball and killed him.
then…
He knocked down Mo Mengchen!
Whistle!
The Master's eyes were dark and he almost fainted.
Pippen offensive foul!
With four minutes left in the second quarter, Rodman and Pippen made three simultaneous commits!
"The Bulls request a timeout!
"Now the Bulls are 9 points behind, and both Dennis and Scott have foul problems. If so, will their defense still work? I doubt it."
Barkley panted.
From the beginning to the present, he has been the main attacker, and his physical strength is seriously overdrawn. Fortunately, Rodman has been forced out of three fouls, otherwise it is really troublesome.
Collins made substitution adjustments.
Thorpe replaced Barkley.
"Chuck, take a break. We still need you to continue playing like this in the second half." Collins said.
Buckley nodded again and again, found a seat and took a breath.
Mo Mengchen silently adjusted his breath.
Seeing that everyone was tired, Hill blamed himself more. He should have fought alongside them on the field, but now he can only be a spectator.
Jordan started to let his hands and feet score and help the Bulls stop bleeding.
But the real problem is that the Bulls can't stop the Pistons from scoring.
Rodman made three offenses. He is the central axis of the Bulls' entire line of defense. Now that he can't let go of his hands and feet, the Pistons naturally score like an insider.
The inside lacked reliable assistance, and the outside Pippen was replaced by the Zen Master because of three offenses.
On the Pistons side, the offensive momentum is stronger than before.
Everyone is looking for opportunities and everyone is confident because they are leading.
Mo Mengchen ran from the bottom line, and passed through the two people's cover, came out of the three-point line, the ball passed when he ran out of position.
Mo Mengchen pulled up the shot.
"Uh!"
"This is a portrayal of the entire second quarter."
"Compared with opponents, the Bulls' score is too difficult. Most of their scores come from Michael's singles. But what about the Pistons? They can easily get a shot with a screen, a pick-and-roll, and an active running position. opportunity."
"Why did the Bulls suddenly become a one-man team that only Michael can score?"
Because the team is broken, idiots.
The opportunity is rare. Mo Mengchen cherishes this opportunity more than his teammates. A team like the Bulls who is determined to achieve hegemony is not easy to wait for them to break in the playoffs.
The Pistons need this victory.
Their three games in the regular season were all defeated by their opponents. They met in the playoffs. Although Mo Mengchen did not like to lose, but with Hill’s injury, they really had no chance of winning.~EbookFREE.me~ Even if they can’t win, Not letting the bulls feel better, this is their idea.
The bull, who was used to holding opponents in the first half, was hit by a wave in the second quarter.
At the end of the first half, the Pistons led the Bulls by 14 points in a 64-to-4 match.
"The Bulls are one of the best defensive teams in the league, but tonight they were scored 64 points by their opponents."
Mo Mengchen stood on the sidelines and was interviewed by reporters.
"Mo, you played passively in Game1, how did you adjust tonight?"
"We have no adjustments, it should be that our opponents have adjusted too much."
Pressing opponents through the media is a trick taught to Mo Mengchen by their first-round opponent coach Lenny Wilkens.
Walking through the player channel, the audience sprayed countless words to Mo Mengchen, and his response was a harmless smile.