Chapter 45: Arrive late

　　 "Our restricted area needs to be as strong as an iron bucket!"
　　 "Forcing Grant Hill to shoot outside!"
　　 "Alan Houston must stare to death, don't give him a comfortable catch rhythm, never!"
　　 "This is the last person!" Riley held a No. 9 label on his hand, "No. 9 in Detroit, forced him to take the left, the data shows that his left hand lacks power!"
　　 When the Knicks were heavily laid out for the pistons, Collins was in pain for how to line up in the second quarter.
　　Obviously, Mo Mengchen had an excellent effect in the first position, but they could not let Dumas sit on the cold bench, so they needed the former to play the second position.
　　 Fortunately, Mo Mengchen's shooting skills and height allow him to switch back and forth between the first and second positions without being abrupt.
　　Momochen playing the second position is far from the price of playing with Dumars. The biggest price is that for a period of time, the hot Houston will have to sit down to watch the game.
　　 This is the biggest price.
　　Houston cannot understand this arrangement. His condition is so good, why should he be sent off the bench?
　　 "Meditation."
　　 Before playing, Mo Mengchen suddenly turned around and said to him: "Sooner or later, you will still be on the court, I hope your hand will not disappear by then."
　　 "Who do you think you are talking to? I'm the best shooter in this world!" Houston stood up, holding his fist in front of Mo Mengchen's face to enhance his momentum.
　　Mo Mengchen reluctantly said: "Speaking such a boost can make people have no confidence in you. In this world, you are the only one."
　　 "Damn it!"
　　Houston sat down angrily, and only heard Mark West around him say: "Have a good rest, Mo will definitely need your help later."
　　 "Does he need my help like this?" Houston said uncomfortably.
"For so long, don't you know what character he is?" West said, "If he asks for your help in front of you, it is definitely the end of the world, otherwise, he will never It’s all like this."
　　 So he still needs me?
　　 "You mean, he still depends on me in the end?"
　　 "You are the best shooter in the world, who do you not rely on?"
　　 "Hahaha~~~~"
　　 Hearing the movements under the field, Mo Mengchen frowned slightly--what are those people doing?
　　 "Mo, FIST!" Dumas shouted a tactical slogan with the ball.
　　At the moment he called tactics, Thorpe stepped forward and stuck Momonchen's opponent John Starks on the bottom line.
　　 "Damn bastard!" Starks was about to get rid of it. Mo Mengchen had already completed the handover of the ball with Dumas, and the personnel ran extremely quickly.
　　 Dumas made the ball and ran directly to Momon Chen's original position. Thorpe went to Riche and Hill pulled to a high position. Mo Monchen drew another ball.
　　 With five people moving and multiple pick-and-rolls, the Knicks' defense was seriously chaotic.
　　 Suddenly, Mo Mengchen was unguarded.
　　 "John, are you so defensive?!" Riley growled.
　　 Too late, Starks was too far away, he could not stop Mo Mengchen.
　　Hands up, three fingers together, the ball is off the fingertips, forming a pistol shape, the muzzle is just facing the basket, it is not beautiful.
　　 "Uh!"
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　　The Knicks not only failed to force Mo Mengchen to attack with his left hand according to Riley's previous tactics, but also did not lock others according to the arrangement.
　　 The situation on the field suddenly changed, and the Pistons played an extremely wonderful tactic.
　　 Riley stared at Mo Mengchen fiercely. This rookie didn't show the mountains and showed no water, but he commanded Fang Qi on the field, and the other four people coordinated with him.
　　 "We guarded for a long time, the most dangerous guy is actually him!"
　　 Riley paced back and forth.
　　 "John! Kill him, kill this self-righteous Australian!"
　　 If no one came out to subdue Mo Mengchen, Spike Lee was going crazy. He said at least five times that Mo Mengchen would die in Madison Gardens, but this Chinese Australian who was cursed by him always maintained a calm performance.
　　 "Do you think you can change the result? You are just a crippled man cursed by God!" Starks spouted against Mo Mengchen's face.
　　 "I only need 2 shots to score 2 goals, and you need 18 times to score 2 goals."
　　Mo Mengchen mocked: "Aren't you ashamed?"
　　 "Go to your mother!"
　　Stucks gave Mo Mengchen an elbow with the referee's dead corner, and then cut out the left 45-degree angle to catch the ball and scored three points.
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　　 "My mother is going to turn you crippled like this!" Starks roared.
　　 "He waved his elbow to you?" Dumas asked.
　　 "This is not important."
　　Mo Mengchen said to Dumas: "Give Grant the ball, his hand can't cool down."
　　 "But your..." Dumas wanted to remind him that his mouth was broken by Starks.
　　 "Transfer the ball can not be slow, fast!"
　　Mo Mengchen couldn't care about his mouth at all. He finished talking with Dumars. After halftime, he whispered and let Mills and Thorpe go outside to do the pick and roll.
　　 looked at the rookie who waved and commanded the older players in the team who were higher than him. Dumas didn't know what to think.
　　 This is a player that the Pistons have never appeared before. Without self-knowledge, how dare he command this group of veterans? Does he think he is smarter than them?
　　 Strangely, everyone is following his orders, including Dumas himself.
The Knicks piled up the penalty area and strengthened their one-on-one defense. They wanted to force Hill to shoot outside. Thorpe’s screen, Mills’ three-pointer, Momon Chen and Dumas’ respective outside threats put the Knicks. The line of defense was completely pulled away.
　　 They can't pile up the penalty area, because once contracted to the basket, the three points of Mo Mengchen and Dumas will make them pay the price.
　　 The result of failing to fill the penalty area was to make Hill one-on-one with Mason on the weak side.
Mason’s muscles looked terrible, but the key to defending Hill was never muscles. Watching his left hand dribble and right hand received a lightning flint like a thunder change, just like a wooden man, Mason rushed to the penalty area and scored .
　　 It is Mo Mengchen, the lucky man with a cheater, who is going to sigh.
　　 Can't blame him for his poor shooting skills. Of the 100 people with his talents, 99 won't be able to practice shooting well. There is really no need for it, because you can get rid of people in one step. Why bother?
　　 "I thought you were so great, you still have to rely on Duke's good boy, you are a crippled person who is nothing from your teammates!" Starks chased Momon Chen constantly spamming.
　　 "Otis!"
　　Mo Mengchen didn't forget his elbow strike, and he would not be beaten and returned like Bai Yidong.
　　 He was a doctor, and he used to be.
　　 is also now, but that is part-time, his main business is playing basketball, so now he has to do something that athletes should do.
　　 Thorpe didn't know why Mo Mengchen called him, he just knew that the young man never made mistakes, so he came over.
　　 He didn't know that Mo Mengchen called him around just because he blocked the referee's field of vision, and their location was just the dead end of the live camera position. At this position, he wanted to do whatever he wanted to Starks.
　　 No one knew what was happening. Starks suddenly fell to the ground, covering his chest with his hands. After he lost his ability to resist, Mo Mengchen stepped forward and enveloped Harper with Dumas without warning.
　　Harper was frightened and found Starks to pass the ball, which was lying on the ground like a dead body.
"what's the situation?"
　　 "New York made a mistake!"
　　 "Live boos!"
　　 "Fans believe that Dor.Mo attacked John Starks, but there is no one shot to prove their point!"
　　 "From this small angle, John seems to be hit by Otis Thorpe."
　　Harper helped Starks up.
　　 He looked at Mo Mengchen resentfully: "You remember it for me!"
"Do you know how much energy your teammates have now? On your own, you can only do 18 of 2 like you, or you will not be seen by the referee when you pray for small moves, only low energy like you will do that. ."
　　Mo Mengchen carried out an unpleasant personal attack while turning out the black history. This time it was Starks's turn.
　　 "John! John! Did you forget how you persuaded me just now?" Harper hugged him.
　　 "Did he move your foot on you? Did he attack?!!!" Starks asked uncontrollably.
"What do you want to do?"
　　Mo Mengchen's teammates rushed over and surrounded him.
　　 "What are you doing?"
　　The referee ran over to separate the two teams~EbookFREE.me~ Do you want to be sent off by me, or do you shake hands and play well? "The referee asked with a whistle.
　　 "Of course we want to play well, but the savage John Starks is not here to play the game." Mo Mengchen pointed to the wound in the corner of his mouth, "please learn more."
　　 "Fuck your mother's fart, didn't you do it to me? The referee, he did it to me too!" Starks wanted to show his chest, but there was no trace on it.
　　 The referee glanced at the corner of Mo Mengchen's mouth, and then at Starks' chest.
　　 One side had obvious impact injuries, while no scars could be seen.
　　 One is a famous Knicks maniac, and the other is a doctor who plays and saves people on the court.
　　Which one to believe, the justice of the impartial and strict judge naturally knows.
　　 "I warn you, things on the court are resolved with the ball. The three of us are not blind. Whoever fouls and who doesn't foul, we know everything!"
　　The referee was so powerful that Mo Mengchen and his teammates almost believed.
　　 Starks farted his words.
　　After a few twists and turns, the game restarted, and the Pistons and the Knicks' beams were completely tied, especially Mo Mengchen.
　　Every time he took the ball, the boos on the spot were a shocking sound.
　　 "I said, I and you are not finished!"
　　Stucks was close to Mo Mengchen's body, and gave him an elbow.
　　 Even if it is Madison Garden, Starks' actions are too much in the eyes of the referee.
Do you really treat the three of us blind?
　　 Shame your face, I can go to you!
　　 Whistle of justice will only be late, but not absent.
　　 "Beep beep!"