Chapter 333: Happy selfish ghosts

Chapter 333 The Happy Selfish Ghosts
The cost of annoying pennies is serious.
Although there is no logical reason for the angry person to have an IQ of zero, anger is a good thing and a bad thing. Depending on how it works, some people will do irrational things because of anger, which makes things very bad; People will use their anger to show all they can, just to avenge their opponents.
Penny belongs to the latter, he furiously played the first quarter, slashed 18 points, 4 rebounds and 2 assists.
The Magic also led the Pistons 28 points to 7 points.
Big Bird II Keith Van Horn did not get any chance in the first quarter.
After Hardaway got off the court, he finally had a stage to show the talents of the list, and he was against the Pistons second team led by Houston.
Don Reid's defense is not stronger than Hill, but he is more willing to spend his energy on the defensive end than Hill, and he has more small moves.
For Van Horn, Reid is even more annoying.
Hill's defense is strong. He can't get an offensive opportunity or can't score a goal. It can be said that he is not as good as others. Gan Bai has the disadvantage. Don Ryder, who is a 15-minute substitute per game, dare to challenge him?
The angry Van Horne made a three-pointer on the top of Rhett's head with the height: "I am the second pick, what the are you? Take away all your small actions that laugh at the dead!"
Reed doesn't answer, he just plays.
He just wanted to make his opponents uncomfortable, which is why he got a chance to rotate in such a competitive Pistons team.
If it were not for this reason, the more versatile Louis M. Lor should have entered the rotation position.
He will not respond to Van Horn's rubbish.
Bobby Jackson led the second team, Houston is the core player of this lineup, he can control the ball as he pleases.
Houston’s organizational skills have improved somewhat this season. He was originally a black hole with one or two assists per game, but he is surrounded by selfless teammates such as Mo Mengchen and Hill. He will also be affected and follow the pass. He has averaged 18 points, 4 rebounds and 3 assists per game so far this season. His rebounds and assists are both career highs.
Magic's acting head coach, Doug Rivers, opened his eyes to observe the form on the field. He only retired for two years, and he is now being put on the hard top by the duck.
In the era of players, there are many teams, and many players have played under the coaches. This experience led to his decision to stay in the basketball circle as a coach after retiring.
It's just that he doesn't have his own system. He can only Xiao Xiao Cao Sui, follow his predecessor's routine, and add a little chicken soup.
Just retired, he still has a few players' breath, can't calm the players, and the skill of pouring chicken soup is not as good as later.
Magic has a strong book strength but can not match the record, which is also related to the lack of a good head coach.
Because Penny is not the kind of leader who responded with a hundred people's response, Rivers is just starting out. The team is full of big coffee and old birds, which is difficult to evoke.
"Detroit's second team is really strong." Rivers thought.
The penny scored with all his strength was slowly recovered.
"It's all good players." Rivers looked drooling. The Pistons' second lineup has a characteristic, that is, they are young. Many of them are still in rookie contracts. They have no status, and they try their best to play.
The same is the depth of the lineup, the Pistons and Magic are essentially different.
"Coach, I have a good rest."
Hardaway stood up and walked to Rivers and said.
Rivers was sweating and he wanted to win the ball, but he also knew that the ace needed a break. He played the first quarter and now the second quarter has just passed three minutes.
"Penny, I need you to rest for a few minutes." Rivers is really good for him. "It doesn't matter if you are overtaken. You have to raise your energy."
Hardaway smiled firmly: "Please rest assured that I will change my strategy and pass more."
"Oh?" His decision to change his style didn't surprise Rivers. He was such a flexible player. If he attacked in the end, it would not look like him.
Rivers no longer blocks the penny: "Go."
Hardaway stood on the sidelines, and the audience constantly hinted to the Magic players on the court that they would foul so that the pennies could play.
Seeing that Hardaway was ready to play, Fraises didn't make any changes after thinking. He used the lineup on the field. He wanted to see if the gang on the field could block Hardaway's impact.
Mo Mengchen didn't go to the game. He bent down and loosened his laces to tie his laces repeatedly, so that he could change his mind and relax his body.
Unlike Frans, Collins, he would not be annoyed by his opponent, and then replaced him anxiously.
He will come to remind before changing, so he just has to wait.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of magic substitutions on the sidelines.
"Penny is on," Hill said.
"Is it so early?"
It's only three minutes now, usually five minutes after the second quarter before changing back to the main force, and now Pence has returned.
After Hardaway came on the court, Jackson did not have any sense of fear, calling the pick-and-roll to score a goal on him.
Dumas waved a towel with excitement at the court: "Good shot, B-Jax!"
In response, Hardaway quickly came back, and it was unreasonable, with a very brutal back to eat.
How can Jackson's stature prevent his back beating? The Pistons didn't dare to wrap up and watched Hardaway stand against Jackson and finally scored the goal.
Then Jackson started to get up, and the rookie was always like this, and he would be impulsive after he was restrained from playing well.
They will not think about "what did they do to limit me?", they will think about "I can do it before and now I can."
Soon, Jackson made a mistake.
Hardaway won the ball without advancing, long pass to Nick Anderson, counterattack score.
"He changed the style of play," Hill said.
It is strange to stay the same.
Hardaway's overstretched physical attack in the first quarter was to pave the way for the pass in the second quarter.
He wants to make everyone in the Pistons think he is dangerous, and be careful of him. The invisible pinch and defensive concentration will reduce the chances of the Magic's others.
In this way, the game is much simpler.
It is for this reason that Mo Mengchen wants to change his mind.
He couldn't think hard about Hardaway's performance in the first quarter. He had to forget those performances and return to the field as if the game had just begun.
Fruse was very tolerant. He watched Hardaway overtake the score and then pulled the difference to 8 points all the way before calling a timeout.
Half of the time left in the second quarter.
"This will be a protracted battle, just a warm-up in the first half!"
Many people will breathe a sigh of relief because of this sentence, and they are all blazing, just warming up? Want to go to heaven?
"The important thing is to consume. No matter what style of penny you play, he has only rested for three minutes until now. You have also seen it. Without pennies, the magic is just a piece of sand!" Fraser yelled, "Seize this opportunity , Bite the game tightly, and when the penny oil runs out of light, it is when we kill the game!"
Frasses took boldly up and down.
Mo Mengchen, Hill, Louis M. Lor, Ratliff replaced Jackson, Houston, Reid, Williams.
Most people who can play are self-willed.
"The Pistons played an eleven-person turn. Of the 13 active rosters, only Joe Dumas and Chris Robinson did not play."
"There are indeed many people they can play." Even Corsin admitted.
Mo Mengchen looked at the score, 40 to 33.
Less than 6 minutes left, and the 7-point gap is not big or small. Hardaway will bite the difference tightly. He also knows that this is the basis for their win.
"You are here," Hardaway said.
"I am leaving."
Mo Mengchen didn't want to talk to him and went back to get the ball.
Hill stuck Van Horn's body and shouted to Mo Mengchen: "Mo, give me the ball!"
When he said this, he raised his eyebrows.
Women are all in this gesture when they are showing off.
Obviously, Mo Mengchen is going to pass the ball, Ben Wallace is still running in his direction, no one knows what momo Chen and Hill are playing.
Even Fruses on the sidelines looked confused.
"What is this tactic?" He hadn't seen it.
If Collins is present, he will happily hold his hand: "You have a fat man today!"
When Hill received the ball, Wallace's empty-handed cover jammed Hardaway, and Mo Mengchen ran sideways past Hill and cut into the basket.
Devil Mountain doesn't even need to look at it. This cooperation he and Mo Mengchen have practiced many times in private, this is the first time they used it in actual combat.
He directly hit the ball from the bottom of Van Horn's crotch, that is, Devil Mountain has a good technique. This needs to be replaced by a rough brother. The force of the ball is bigger, and the trajectory is biased. Van Horn cut off his son in minutes.
The cooperation between Mo Mengchen and Hill caused an exclamation on the spot. This was a perfect performance moment. However, the selfish ghost, Mo Mengchen, who was known as the brush, gave up the performance moment and threw the ball into the air.
Wallace came back, jumped excitedly, grabbed the pass that would surely be recorded in history, and used a perfect empty catch dunk, for this magic fan who was hostile to them could not help but exclaim. A perfect match to draw an immortal period.
"OH my god!"
"This..."
Korsin said three times in a hurry: "What is this bells and whistles!!!"
"Selfish~EbookFREE.me~ spread well." Hill smiled at Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen patted Wallace's back, "Selfish, good clasp!"
"Selfies, yell at them angrily!" The introverted Wallace couldn't restrain his indignation at the moment, and rushed to the commentary to spit rubbish.
Finally, Mo Mengchen dragged the person away, otherwise he had to pay a T.
On-site replay of the wonderful cooperation just now with lenses from all angles.
Corsin showed his attitude by covering his eyes.
"This bunch of selfish bastards!" Corsin muttered.