Chapter 273: You are burdensome

"It seems that Grant Hill is still looking for the game."
Pippen wanted others to run into the position and pass the ball when he had a chance.
Hill, like the hyena who provoked the lion actively, robbed, oppressed, confronted, how annoying how to come, as if to eat Pippen.
Sometimes, an aggressive defense can force the opponent to do something else.
"I know you have just come back from injury, don't expect me to pity you."
Pippen spoke like a robot, and then Rodman picked and picked empty-handed, which greatly blocked Hill's follow-up.
With the help of this pick-and-roll, Pippen pierced the dribble from the diagonal with his left hand. The speed is extremely fast. Even a few strides across, Barkley's assist defense is far less than Rodman's. When he needs assistance, he can't be like Rodman provides a powerful cover.
Batman flew the ball to the basket without difficulty, and played cricket.
9 to 6
Hill was about to fight back, and Pippen walked to his side, personally fighting, and speaking in a frowning tone: "Can you do something for your team? Your comeback will only hurt you Team."
Mo Mengchen saw Hill running to the frontcourt alone, so he had to take the ball forward.
"It seems that Grant has not fully recovered."
Mo Mengchen refused to answer, took six seconds to pass halftime, and then saw Hill and Pippen like a dead enemy entangled in various balls.
Such a high-intensity ball-free confrontation, even the referee cannot ignore.
The more experienced Pippen made Hill pay for his frizz.
The referee did not favor Hill at home. A seemingly concealed hand movement did not escape the referee's method. The whistle sounded as soon as the action was made.
The Pistons' attack didn't end.
"Calm down, don't be irritated by him!" Mo Mengchen said angrily, "He's an Arkansas redneck, what are you? Your origin is nobler than him, your food, clothing and housing are superior to him, but now you are like a low IQ The monkey was jumped up and down by him, did you really come back to help us win?"
"what did you say?"
Hill and Pippen looked at the same time.
Pippen is more angry than Hill. He hates the most about his origin, let alone speaking so loudly on the court.
Hill was angry and nowhere to spread, glared at Mo Mengchen for a few moments, and put more energy into the game.
Five minutes have passed in the first quarter, and the Pistons' offense has not been smooth. Because Hill needs to find the state, basketball is too concentrated in his hands.
Pippen's defense is extremely fierce. Once in the playoffs, he can unscrupulously lock up most of his opponents, not to mention Hill, who has just come back.
Hill was not as focused as Mo Mengchen. He wanted to play well and worried about injury. No one returned to joke about his future.
Complex thoughts mixed in Hill's mind, his defense also had problems, Pippen easily broke his defense, chasing Langley with empty points.
Mo Mengchen's compatriots shot from his favorite position.
"Uh!"
11 to 6
"Grant, are you back to lead us to victory?"
Pippen is undoubtedly a master of rubbish, as long as he wants to spray rubbish, he can spray his opponents out of control.
Mo Mengchen didn't want to see Pi Peng beating Hill so much, he wanted to help Hill find the place back.
The premise of this matter is that Hill himself has to find the state.
Blindly looking for a chance to give him, seizing it fortunately, if the opportunity is wasted, it will also be a blow to the team's morale.
Mo Mengchen had just wanted Hill to die on his own, but Devil Mountain's desire to survive was scary. It was estimated that Pippen really made him angry.
Duke's angry appearance was also scary.
Behind him chasing a Pippen, Hill made a big circle before he ran out and took the ball in Momengchen's hand.
Pippen gave Hill a step, his hands were separated, and the junk talk shells hadn't been given out yet. Hill seemed to have no idea how bad his three-point percentage was. He aimed at Pippen's defense and shot with confidence.
"Uh!"
9 to 11
"Let me tell you something."
Hill turned his back to the backcourt and slowly backed away.
"Your time is past."
Don't be stinky, just make a three-pointer and want to make it a thing of the past? If you let the Bulls win a game, do you want to unilaterally declare the Bulls’ end?
Mo Mengchen didn't spit Hill in the face because his morale had just risen and he couldn't kill his sharp spirit.
"Scott, did you hear that? He said your time is over."
Jordan smiled easily and ran slowly to the frontcourt. Pippen failed to understand the full meaning of Hill’s sentence, which was an ordinary goal. Why did Duke make a big shot as if he hit a lore ?
Pippen didn't compete, seeing Jordan passing the ball out of position.
This is another overwhelming matchup between Houston and Jordan.
In front of Jordan, Houston was like a who became a lady, docile and unrecognizable.
Jordan played beautiful steps in front of him, his left foot supporting the body, his right foot a little to the left, a little to the right, hanging Houston's appetite.
When Houston was completely lost in his footsteps, the flying talent uprooted his defense and rolled over to shoot the ball.
"Uh!"
The ball fell to the ground. Jordan patted the gray on his and said contemptuously: "Alan, your defense is not as good as Dor.Mo."
13 to 9
"Detroit is still playing tactics, their opponents have already seen through."
"After playing three games, the two sides have no secrets at all."
Mo Mengchen let others move, but this is not tactics, it looks like tactics, but it is not.
The tactics ran halfway, everyone stopped, half of the space was pulled out, enough for Mo Mengchen and Harper to single out.
"It seems that you really think you are the one to eat?"
Harper's face is unhappy. Anyway, he is also one of the iron triangle of the Bulls. Although he has never been selected as the best defensive lineup (not even the second defense), his figure is for multiple NC ball guards. It is a nightmarish existence.
Mo Mengchen even opened the space repeatedly to single him, so go on, what is the face?
Harper's flaw lies in his speed. Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen's absolute speed is only a little faster than Harper, and he can't use speed to attack.
The clever little fox confronted the sly old lion. Mo Mengchen saw the flaws sold by Harper and decisively stepped in. He knew there must be a follow-up.
This follow-up is not someone else’s defense, but Harper’s follow-up. His absolute speed is not as good as Mo Mengchen, but in such a small space, Mo Mengchen is difficult to start at full speed, and he can’t mention the fastest speed. , Is a competition for physical fitness.
In terms of physical fitness, even Momochen now is no match for Old Harper.
Without a passing angle, Mo Mengchen can only choose to throw, hoping to escape Harper's defense.
"You're naive, young man!"
"Ron Harper's chasing hat!"
When Mo Mengchen was so passive, Harper's physical fitness taught him a difficult lesson.
It's still the Bulls' counterattack.
Can this group of old men start to increase the defensive strength to such strength, can it be supported to the end?
After getting up, Mo Mengchen didn't return to defense, because it was unnecessary, he could not catch up with the group of people, and could not affect the result of this counterattack.
It is unrealistic to expect Hill to stand alone against the Bulls' three-line fast break.
Jordan's flying buckle of the Statue of Liberty proves this.
15 to 9
The situation is becoming more and more passive, and their opponents are as strong as they are at home.
"A little harder, you played too soft!"
Ma Hong looked straight.
When he was in the Pistons, how dare the Bulls make such a move? Every time he comes to Auburn Hills, how to play the game is what they say, when to speed up the rhythm, when to increase the intensity, and when to beat Jordan for a meal, it is their calculation.
Nowadays, these juniors are actually defeated by their former men and will be held in the palm of their hands like a doll, which is really unbearable.
"Rick, times have changed."
Dumas persuaded him.
"However, it is only a matter of ten years ago. Where can it be changed?" Ma Hong asked unwillingly.
How many things can happen in ten years?
Too much, brother.
Dumas didn't say much, just watched quietly.
"Duang!"
Mo Mengchen's three-pointer was also missed, and Harper's defense also brought great pressure. Before they fought back, Mo Mengchen knocked down Harper.
Harper knelt on one knee and stared at Mo Mengchen disappointedly. "You must do this?"
"You are displeased with this, indicating that my foul has worked."
"I am very satisfied."
"I am not satisfied!"
Mo Mengchen sneered: "It's not my job to satisfy you."
Pippen and Hill are again at the top of the arc.
"Gao Caisheng, have you changed anything since you came back?"
Pippen dribble the ball, raised his right hand, and made tactical gestures while talking rubbish.
Hill kept telling himself to calm down, calm down, and never fall into Pippen's trap.
Dad is right, Scott Pippen is an uncultivated countryman, I don’t have to fight with him...
The war at the top of the arc went on quietly, and Jordan, who saw Pippen's tactical gestures, suddenly stopped while running, sticking to the body of the mid-range shooter, circumventing the defense like a pillar, and running to the basket, Finger sky.
Scott, just throw the ball into the sky!
With this kind of cooperation, Pippen and Jordan have done too many times~EbookFREE.me~Pippen threw the ball up.
"Your return does not have any positive significance." Pi Peng's words fell, the trapeze ascended into the sky, his hands caught the ball, and hit the basket in front.
17 to 9
"For your teammates, you are burdensome, you know?"
Finally, Pippen angered Hill again.
Mo Mengchen called Hill a burden, the latter can be regarded as angry words.
But Pippen said it was a humiliation to him.
He will never accept or allow it.
"You are nonsense!"
Hill was furious, asking the ball to kill the past.