Chapter 421: Even the **** of basketball is helping them!

At the beginning of the second half, a small fan on the spot looked at the score.
51 to 45
It's hard to imagine that the Pistons could play such a fighting force on the road after experiencing the defeat of Tianwang Mountain at home.
In the first half, they led the Bulls by 6 points.
The third quarter is about to begin, Mo Mengchen has the opportunity to rewrite this number from 6 points to 8 points.
The previously improved dribble emergency stop mid-range attribute gave him confidence in the CIC, but he missed the first goal in the second half.
Jordan quickly picked up the rebound and quickly brought it to the frontcourt, almost using the same offensive style as Mo Mengchen.
Only the result is different, Jordan scored this goal for the Bulls.
47 to 51
The situation is still different, just like the difference between single-digit and two-digit points, the difference between points within five points and the difference between points other than five points are also different.
"Mo!"
Hill leaned on Pippen and shouted with his hand raised.
Mo Mengchen hung the ball in, which made the fans on the scene worried.
The reason why the Pistons play so strong is closely related to the performance of Mo Mengchen and Hill. Especially Hill, he finally let go of his hands and feet and played a performance that was in line with his worth.
Behind Pippen, Rodman is like a ghost. There is no need for communication between them. Some things, even eye contact, are superfluous.
Rodman was once a Bulls opponent, and now has become one of the team's indispensable main players. He has little communication with Pippen, but when the latter needs help, he can see it.
Rodman secretly approached as if he wanted a shadow, like the ghosts in the horror movie who were ready to show up at any time.
Hill's offense went smoothly, and Rodman's appearance fundamentally interrupted his offensive rhythm.
"Oh no!"
Hill hurriedly passed the ball out, Mo Mengchen was not ready at all, Harper knocked the pass away and it was still the Bulls' counterattack.
In two consecutive rounds, the Pistons made one iron and one mistake, all from the two soul characters who helped them to lead in the first half.
Jordan again, still he dribble to the frontcourt.
The last goal was the emergency stop jumper on the right outside the paint area, but now it is the emergency stop jumper on the high left.
"Uh!"
Houston blasted a rude word.
"The difference of 2 points."
"Now the fans are restless, such a scenario is not unusual for them."
"Yes, the Bulls performed such a good show many times in the third quarter."
The intensity of the defensive end suddenly increased infinitely.
The Bulls in the first half and the Bulls in the second half are not the same team, just like the first half and the second half are not the same game.
"Remember my words, the first half of the game was just an illusion."
Harper stuck in front of Mo Mengchen, and the power of his body was released together, sending an amazing wave of shock to Mo Mengchen's body.
"Who are you going to pass the ball to?"
Harper asked sharply, he wanted to provoke Mo Mengchen, but he couldn't catch the opponent's handle, he could only fight again and again, arch the fire, and then say a few words to upset his plan.
"Pass to the person behind you, from your crotch!"
Mo Mengchen's voice became cold, and suddenly he stepped back, sending the ball out of Harper's crotch.
This is really a crotch pass.
The ball opened a beautiful arc under Harper's crotch with an exaggerated amplitude. Harper only felt that his useable crotch had passed a strong wind, and he wanted to stop it. The ball had already flew away.
Mo Mengchen passed the ball in place and failed to help the team score.
Ratliff held the ball in his hand, and instantly, Rodman and Longley sandwiched him.
Why has he encountered such a defense? Unable to parry, he was defeated in an instant, and was easily stolen again.
Mo Mengchen was so angry that he saw Jordan dribbling again, and he rushed forward, knocking it to the ground.
"!@#￥..."
By knocking the true of the United Center to the ground in this way, Mo Mengchen will naturally anger all the fans. He doesn't care to be hated.
He just wanted to stop Jordan's counterattack.
Jordan sat on the ground and smiled lightly: "You can't stop anything, this foul is in vain."
Mo Mengchen didn't answer his words and ran back with the insult of the audience.
"Dor.Mo's foul on MJ might remind the old fans at the scene of the team led by the Bulls and Isaiah Thomas." Brown said with a laugh.
Wharton, who played against the Old Pistons, said: "Trust me, no matter what, it's not something to remember."
The bull serves.
Jordan is still dribbling. He has the support of the team and he is free to control every attack.
Mo Mengchen's foul reminded Jordan of the years he was ravaged by the old piston.
Wharton is right, that is not something worth remembering.
Those failures and setbacks were dominated by Jordan and the Bulls in the 1990s, but he was unwilling to recall that anyone who reminded him of those broken things and things must be unlucky.
He hates the Pistons team. No matter how long it has passed, the disgust engraved in the soul will not disappear.
Mo Mengchen reminded Jordan of the smiling assassin. Although these are two very different people, they all have the desire to win by any means to win.
Previously, coupled with that foul, Jordan was determined to kill the game tonight.
The Pistons are younger than them, more energetic and more talented than them. The longer the series is dragged, the more unfavorable to them. The end of the series tonight is the best result.
Jordan pounced forward, Houston knew what he wanted to do, and pulled back, giving Jordan a three-pointer.
His defensive posture clearly told Jordan: If you want to make a three-pointer, please do it; break through? Don't even think about it.
Houston's defense just angered Jordan.
"Humans are really forgetful."
Jordan said coldly, pulled up in situ, and shot three points.
"The three-point holder in the half of the finals cast a three-pointer that might overtake the score!"
Wharton reminded everyone that although Jordan’s three-pointer is not as deadly as other offensive skills, he is Jordan and he can switch attack modes at will on the big stage.
"Uh!"
52 to 51
"No problem! Tough 3-pointers!"
"Alan Houston may have the same question as the glider in the 1992 Finals. Isn't this guy's three-pointer not allowed? Why can he still make it?"
Jordan scored seven points in a row and the Bulls overtook one point.
In the past two and a half minutes, the Bulls are not allowed.
The third verse, which symbolizes death, seems to appear.
Frauss called a timeout.
The players sat down on the field, and Frauss said loudly: "Pull the space, give the ball to Grant, and play the eagle attack!"
The eagle attack is a change that Frauss brought to the running and bombing system. Because of the introduction of this half-court offensive tactic, some of the original positional combat tactics were abandoned.
Eagle offense is more efficient and concise than other tactics, as long as Hill or Barkley can get the ball, they can start this tactic.
The Pistons haven't scored since entering the second half, they need to score, which is the meaning of the Eagles offense.
Score quickly and break the score shortage, reassuring.
Fraises didn't expect that his calculation was expected by the Zen master. After the suspension, Hill was prevented from getting the ball by the air defense.
"Give the ball to Grant" is difficult to achieve.
Mo Mengchen fell into a dilemma, was he going to start a new one, or did he follow Fruse's instructions.
Hill helped him decide.
He gave up his struggle and called Alan Houston for tactics.
Jordan was beaten continuously, and Houston didn't have the sharpness in the first half.
Jordan chased behind, suddenly gave up the defense, and generously sent an empty seat.
That is not an opportunity.
It was no accident that Pippen stood beside him, and Mo Mengchen remembered Dumas's pass.
It was also a pass that would have been intercepted as soon as it was reacted. Dumas passed and the basketball luckily flew to Houston.
And this ball is definitely a trap, no accident.
The first attack after the timeout is important, its value is not in scoring, but in the rhythm and momentum after the timeout.
If they can score, it means that the suspension is effective, and they have recovered their feelings. If they didn’t score, even if they couldn’t complete the shot, they were stealing...
When Mo Mengchen considered these issues, Pippen simply stuck to Houston and made it clear to Mo Mengchen that this was a trap. Fortunately, you didn't pass the ball.
When Houston saw that basketball hadn't arrived, he knew his position was not good.
He tried his best to run the position, and eventually ran into a bad position. With little time left for the offense, he felt guilty and sad.
The sudden defensive strength of the Bulls made the Pistons hard to breathe. This feeling is too heavy, as if they can play the game at any time as long as they want.
"boom!"
Mo Mengchen missed the buzzer.
Fraises clenched his tactical pen, he didn't know what else he could do.
He didn't know what else he could do.
If he is replaced by some experienced veterans, he may have already figured out a solution to the dilemma.
Seizing the opportunity of the Pistons to attack the iron, the Bulls counterattacked again.
Mo Mengchen withdrew to the basket, and Pippen fired out of the three-point line, making a rare counterattack to chase a three-pointer.
"Uh!"
55 to 51
"Hubby, what did you see?"
Wharton and Brown are a pair of golden commentary partners, and your answer is also a classic part of their commentary game.
Usually asked by Wharton.
Tonight, Brown replied: "I saw the finals being opened to the Bulls."
"Continue to defend!"
Jordan stuck in the middle road~EbookFREE.me~ asked: "Tell me, what time is it?"
"Defense moment!"
Jordan's comrades roared in their throats. This group of people had already tasted the taste of supreme glory. If they had one experience, they wanted a second time.
Like poisons/products, it will delay life for a touch.
The piston was completely misfired from the third quarter to the end of the third quarter.
In the last second of the third quarter, Cole was put on the court, throwing a three-pointer from the sideline.
"Even the of basketball is helping them!"
The moment Cole made a three-pointer, the Zen master who stood on the side of the field resembled Grandpa KFC shrugged and expressed helplessness.
78 to 60
The Pistons trailed by 18 points.