Chapter 419: pissed off? Just be angry

Being educated by Jordan is a rare experience. A big stage like the Eastern Conference Finals will make Luis M. Lor's memory deeper.
He will remember every point that Jordan got on him.
Do not know when to start, Mo Mengchen no longer helped him, but let Jordan score on him.
14 to 10
The Bulls lead by 4 points, the Pistons' pass is broken out of bounds, they need to organize a new attack.
Hill stood at the bottom corner on the left, and he asked Mo Mengchen to pass the ball to him.
There is no time to hesitate.
If they lose this time, their journey will come to an end, which Hill would not want to see.
There are many emotions in Devil Mountain's eyes, and his teammates saw a whole sky.
Pippen's center of gravity is very low, and it looks like the 180-centimeter guards. Hill is holding the ball to the top of his head with his hands and slowly lowering it.
When the master moves, the victory or defeat is an instant matter.
Hill's ball seemed to be down to the left, and he successfully took Pippen's defense to his left. The difference might be a few centimetres, but the explosive power of Devil's Mountain could make this gap a thousand miles away.
He twisted his body violently and forcibly took a step, which was the difference between him and Pippen.
Also a 203 cm organization forward, Hill's explosive power is few people can match, half a second missed, enough for him to break through Pippen.
Hill's jumper scored from the free throw line on the left.
12 to 14
Hill is not like Pippen, he does not spray garbage, even if he scored such a tough ball, he did not show a little arrogance.
This kind of thing needs others to come.
"Just like that, the redneck can't prevent you!"
Mo Mengchen said very loudly, for fear that Pippen could not hear, Hill had a bitter face, Mo Mengchen was so angry, it was him who endured the wrath of the bison in the end.
"You don't have to be polite with him, just like he never polite with you."
After finishing talking, Mo Mengchen and Hill put into defense at the same time.
Pippen was stuck in a row and couldn't break deeper.
He was born as a defender, and developed a solid basic skill from urination. The height of the first year of college has skyrocketed. Since the beginning, he has grown in size. Because he has grown taller, but he has not reduced his flexibility. The basic skills he developed as a child became his sharpest weapon. But he is different from Hill.
He couldn't think of anyone as he thought about it.
If there is no big loophole in the defense, it is difficult for him to break through.
Hill made a defensive defense in this round, which is the second-level defense of the best defensive lineup.
Pippen was prevented from numbness of the scalp. At first glance, the only chance was to pull to the right wing, close to Luke Langley outside the three-point line.
Only that one chance, he passed the ball.
"Are you an idiot?"
Mo Mengchen, who was ambushed beside Ratliff, rushed past and cut the ball off. Pippen suddenly found that Hill had rushed forward after he passed the ball.
This is what they planned!
Pippen realized this.
When Mo Mengchen broke the ball, his body had not recovered his balance and his right hand had thrown the ball forward.
Only by repeatedly watching this scene can one realize how terrible this is.
"The missile-like pass directly to Grant Hill's palm!"
Hill catches the ball and increases his pace. This is what he wants to prove.
BOOM!
14 to 14
"Scott, how many times have you told me? Give me the ball!"
Jordan was standing sideways, and Lor was like a woman behind him, and it was impossible to expect him to resist Jordan.
Frauses put him on the field, considering that he can hold the ball, can make three points, and can organize. His presence can make the team have one more point on the perimeter, and can also make up for the lack of outside firepower after Houston goes off the court.
But Jordan defended him to death. He didn't have any shooting opportunities. He just made a few basketball transitions. Other highlights were general.
Frauss also thought about letting other people go, but thinking about it, or Lor was the most suitable, because of his comprehensiveness.
Forty-five degrees on the right, outside the paint area, most people break through to this position and are ready to start the layup or dunk.
And here is also the best starting point for the low post attack, forty-five degrees, wide vision, can pass the ball can attack.
Jordan looked back, not afraid of Rolle's defense, he just wanted to know if anyone behind the poor, helpless was playing peekaboo.
No one, no one.
"Thanks to your teammates so relieved of you!"
Jordan sneered, his body continually exerted his strength, and blinked into the paint area. Now is the time to attack. If it is later, the piston's entrapment should come.
Jordan turned around and his elbow hit Loll, which was a regular inside confrontation.
Rolle was pushed away and lost his best defensive position.
His position was occupied by Jordan, and the trapeze jumped. Lor felt he scratched Jordan's arm.
The referee's whistle reminded him that it was not an illusion. He really hit the opponent, so he also got a body whistle.
"Uh!"
Jordan snorted, he didn't forget how Loll fouled him before.
"Cry me, useless waste!"
Frauss finally realized that Rolle and Jordan could not match up. He borrowed the foul and replaced the man.
Luis M. Lall, this is his first appearance in the Eastern Conference finals, in these six minutes, he got 2 rebounds and 2 assists.
Don Reed replaced him.
"You did very well."
Before Lorre got off the court, Mo Mengchen stopped him.
"I'm not good at all." Rolle shook his head stiffly.
Hill saw that Mo Mengchen was so considerate of Rolle, and he was not very interested in it. He was not like this to others.
"Mo, if you can comfort me like this, maybe I can play better." Hill said.
"Pull it down."
Mo Mengchen came to the outside and watched Jordan fine.
Jordan did not miss, 17 to 14.
Hill, like Jordan, beat Pippen as Rolle, and he was so decisively important that his opponent felt offended.
Anyway, Pippen is also the best defensive first team for many years, what does Hill think of him?
"I will make you regret it!"
Pippen said coldly.
Hill dribbles the ball, and every inch of muscle in his body is under his control.
He also bumped twice like Jordan, and then turned over and jumped. The shooting height made it difficult for Pippen to approach. Even if his shooting posture was a point reduction, this shooting height was enough.
"Hit again!"
"Grant Hill came forward tonight!"
Hill shook his fist and shouted.
After many days of anger, even a gentleman like Grant Hill could only shout like a rough man.
This is the only way he can vent.
Pippen was so angry that he couldn't control himself. He dribble and tried to score.
"How could I let you succeed?" Pollard's haircut is striking, and now he has done a more remarkable thing-capping Pippen!
He was very nervous. He hasn't stopped from the beginning to now. After finishing this, the tension dissipated.
Hill chased back in and picked up the basketball on the ground. Like Mo Mengchen, he got the ball. What he wanted was not to advance, but to search for the teammate in front. The dazzling Piston No. 9 was not on weekdays. Do they scold them?
"Mo!"
Mo Mengchen received a long pass from Hill, but he did not get rid of Harper.
Mo Mengchen shook his hand to the left, shook away Harper's center of gravity and handed the ball to the right side, stepped into the three-point line and jumped.
Harper kept up, and the extra palm touched his stomach.
Mo Mengchen came directly to a show to calm down the live referee.
The ball is still rising, but the referee has whistle, the same is the body hair whistle, Jordan relies on the influence of superstars, and Mo Mengchen relies on acting.
Harper spread his hands wishfully, and the referee found him foul.
"It's not over yet!"
Wharton called out because the ball was getting closer to the basket.
Boom!
Hollow into the basket perfectly.
It's like a rock sinking into the sea, like a heavy snowfall.
"Sounds on the scene began to decrease, usually only when the visiting team performed well."
Not just to reduce, those fans coming from afar shouted for the ball.
The United Center has the possibility of being dominated by anti-guests. The number of fanatic fans is only a few thousand, but there is a tendency to cry out in unison.
"Your little cuties are not useless." Hill ran and pulled Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen hates Hill calling his fans this way, what annoying little cute are those annoying actuaries? The word cute has never suffered such insults since its birth.
But tonight, he barely accepted Hill's title.
These guys who are not afraid of danger and who shouted for them at the United Center are really cute.
Mo Mengchen only hopes that this group of people and affect themselves to rest, disturb his work, and even disturb his warm-up idiot is not a group of people.
"Uh!"
19 to 17
The Pistons passed 2 points.
Mo Mengchen stayed alone in the frontcourt, he was going to press Harper.
"Ethan!"
"Ethan!"
"Ethan!"
Under the cries of thousands of fanatic fans, Mo Mengchen's defensive strength seemed to be upgraded, and Harper was cautious and nervous. With the idea of ​​not making mistakes, he wanted to cross the half slowly.
His position was stuck, and when it was too late, he wanted to move.
"Snapped!"
"@￥@!"
"Dor.Mo steals Ron Harper!"
All the teammates on the field stood up.
"Good job!"
They roared loudly~EbookFREE.me~Mo Mengchen accelerated the dribble and dunked with both hands to score.
21 to 17
Harper ran back angrily and suddenly found that Mo Mengchen didn't mean to go, he wanted to continue pressing.
"Don't go too far!" Harper snorted.
"I like the way you are angry," Mo Mengchen saw that Fruse was about to make a substitution, so the defensive moves were unexpectedly large.
But the referee hasn't played fouls, so he can only continue to take advantage of this.
But the referee couldn't make him use Harper in the same way for two consecutive rounds.
After the confrontation, the whistle rang.
Mo Mengchen led the foul and was replaced by Joe Dumas.
"From a few minutes ago," Hubby Brown said in surprise, "How do I feel that Detroit is the team that won the match point?"