Chapter 482: Fire in my heart

Ending a winning streak in Indiana may not be a bad thing, Mo Mengchen just doesn't want to lose.
He knows that there is no team that wins a hundred battles, the regular season is so long, no matter how strong the team will always lose some games.
On the way back from the bus to the hotel, the atmosphere on the bus was like a funeral home.
No one dared to speak.
Even if Mo Mengchen said nothing, just sitting there silently put a lot of pressure on his teammates.
The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit.
There are four consecutive home games next, with opponents of varying strengths. There are strong teams like the Heat and the Lakers, as well as weak teams like the Cavaliers and Clippers.
That evening, Mo Mengchen stayed at home without going anywhere.
Ephraim is watching the third season of "Friends" repeatedly. In the season when Rose and Rachel broke up, she and Mo Mengchen each time analyzed the right and wrong of the two.
From the point of view of the reason for breaking up, Ross definitely has to bear the cauldron, but from the overall point of view, both of them are wrong, a and a girl, deserve to break up!
Mo Mengchen was in no mood today, and yesterday's defeat still haunted him.
He walked back to the room and saw a note, which was a summary of last season.
Mo Mengchen picked up his notes and checked, he turned to the end, this is a page that every Pistons fan is reluctant to review.
Last season's Eastern Conference finals, a goal was defeated.
Mo Mengchen was also reluctant to look back, but now he just happened to be in a bad mood, and he was not afraid of worsening the snow, maybe he could use this to attack poison.
Mo Mengchen looked at the technical statistics of the Eastern Conference Finals.
Except for him, the performance of the others in the Pistons has declined significantly, of which Hill and Houston are the most obvious.
Hill was targeted by the Bulls, and his emotions were also problematic, understandable.
What about Houston?
Mo Mengchen suddenly thought of this problem.
Houston averaged only single digits in the Eastern Conference Finals, far below his average.
If he plays normally in one or two games, he might have defeated the Bulls.
Why did he experience such a big decline?
Jordan hit and killed him? This is impossible. Although Jordan is strong, he will not hit Houston to this point.
Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen walked to the storage room and took out the videotape of Game 7 of Dongjue.
"Meng Chen, what is that?"
"Game video." Mo Mengchen asked. "Do you want to watch it together?"
Ephraim was also tired of Ross and Rachel killing each other, and took the disc out of anger: "Let's watch the game."
As a result, Mo Mengchen looked at the G7 that made her heartbreak once.
"Why watch this scene?" Ephraim asked.
Mo Mengchen said: "Because I still have some questions."
Ephraim, like every Pistons fan, was reluctant to look back at this game. This was a heartbreaking game. Mo Mengchen tried his best, but lost a goal. The whole season's effort was turned into a bubble. They were away from the finals. Only one step away.
"Aren't you angry to watch this game?" Ephraim asked.
"I have already let go."
He said so, but Ephraim couldn't see where he put it down.
He played the video of the game at 1.5 times the speed, and finally came to a round-that round, Alan Houston actively ran the position, from the screen, he ran out of opportunities.
Mo Mengchen immediately recalled the scene at that time.
He ran out of chances, but there was no way to pass the ball. The ambush around him and his position were too problematic. If he passed the ball, he had a high chance of making mistakes.
Mo Mengchen didn't pass the ball.
The picture cut to Houston's face.
Just now, Mo Mengchen and Ephraim just saw his reaction.
He ran out of chance but failed to get the pass.
"He was frustrated." Ephraim was a lawyer. She had to fight each other's lawyers, prosecutors, and juries every day. She had to read everyone's expressions and psychological reactions. "It can be seen that he was very frustrated. "
Yeah, finally got rid of Jordan, but didn't pass the ball.
Then, Mo Mengchen continued to play fast.
The next round, Houston is still running.
Still working hard, this time Jordan killed him, he couldn't run out of chance.
After repeated cycles, he gradually disappeared on the field. Although he has been moving, he lacks vitality and cannot run like crazy.
Frustration affects his actions.
Mo Mengchen pressed the pause.
"What's wrong?" Ephraim asked.
"I always avoid making mistakes and want to play perfect tactics. In my opinion, a zero-error game is the perfect embodiment."
Mo Mengchen replayed that he saw the opportunity, because he was worried that the mistake did not pass the round.
"What if I pass the ball?"
Ephraim could not understand.
"If I pass the ball, I will make a mistake." Mo Mengchen said, "Then what should I do?"
He said to himself.
Too perfect is just not perfect.
Mo Mengchen asked: "You have seen our training, what do you think of me?"
"Want to hear the truth?" Ephraim asked with a smile.
Mo Mengchen looked at her motionlessly.
Ephraim said: "You may be too harsh on them, and sometimes, you can solve the problem by being gentle."
Mo Mengchen took out the DVD videotape.
Walking to the balcony, looking at the sky without stars and moons, the clouds covered the stars, and his thoughts drifted back to the Eastern Conference finals.
He doesn't want to make mistakes, he doesn't want to make mistakes, he wants to reduce the risk every time he attacks.
Mo Mengchen found that he had always considered games, and he never really understood his teammates.
They are people, not machines.
Human beings are not immutable beasts, the human heart is always changing.
If he passed the ball to Alan Houston at the time, even if he made a mistake, he could let Houston know through this mistake that he ran out of chance and he did well. It was because of a mistake in his pass, and then he will work hard next time. .
Mo Mengchen didn't do it at the time. He wanted to control everything and achieve perfection by himself at the end. It also caused an irreparable collapse of the mentality of his teammates.
"Don't you think it's cold outside?"
Ephraim asked.
Mo Mengchen returned to the room and whispered, "I didn't know until today that I made a serious mistake."
"Do you know it's too late now?" Ephraim asked.
"I hope not." Mo Mengchen said.
The next day
Henry Ford Training Center.
The night before yesterday, I lost the ball. The training this afternoon is relatively simple because I have to play with the Cavaliers tonight.
Mo Mengchen found Luis M. Lorby to shoot.
Fifty goals are limited, Mo Mengchen only shoots with his left hand, whoever scores first will win.
The bet is one hundred thousand dollars.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars is only a small amount of money for Rolle. Although he received the base salary, he and Mo Mengchen had made big money with Bayer Ball before. It is definitely the richest base salary player in NBA history.
Mo Mengchen easily won the game.
Rolle happily signed a one hundred thousand dollar check: "Why can your left hand be so accurate?"
"Don't ask, it's because you are too good. We all know the style of the daddy." Alan Houston, who was watching the movie next to him, laughed.
Mo Mengchen glanced at him and sneered, "How come the person who made 1 of 11 the night before yesterday was so embarrassed to sit and rest?"
"Let the past let him go, and life must continue."
Since the relationship between Houston and the theater, the conversation has become more and more elegant. Mo Mengchen has not heard him burst for a few days, and he is not used to it.
At this time, Mo Mengchen saw a dozen people over there sitting in a circle.
Hill walked over and said: "The story will start, what are you waiting for?"
Rolle and Houston walked straight in.
Mo Mengchen didn't really want to go; "Do you think this is necessary?"
Hill looked at his teammates sitting in a circle and said, "We all have a fire in our hearts, but no one has used it to warm ourselves or others; people around us can only see a ray of smoke coming out of the chimney , Ignore it."
Mo Mengchen didn't understand what he wanted to say.
"What should we do?" Hill said, "Is it to keep the fire in my heart, not to let anyone approach, or take it out, and wait patiently for those who are willing to warm with us, come to our side, sit Come down and laugh?"
Mo Mengchen tasted his words for a long time.
Hill waited for him to answer.
Suddenly, Mo Mengchen said, "Remember to speak human next time."
Then, Mo Mengchen and Hill walked over and sat down.
The story meeting, as the name suggests, is a group of people sitting down to tell a story. Another training tradition of Westphal, because the training is too boring, the players need to relax.
Every time he will start, he will tell you about the fabulous three-plus-hour battle he experienced in his career.
Everyone was fascinated by the sound, and then it was Hill’s turn to act.
He tells the story of his draft. When he participated in the draft in 1994, he was selected by the Pistons. US President Hicklinton personally called congratulations. Why? Because Hill’s mother and Clinton’s wife Hillary were college roommates, this story caused a burst of exclamation at the scene. Everyone didn’t expect that Duke was a serious man in his life, and it was so unpredictable that he pretended to be forced.
Then Rashid talked about why he is so passionate about making three-pointers as a 210 cm power forward: "Because my coach told me when I was young, I must take a firm shot when I'm open..."
Then ~EbookFREE.me~ the topic shifted to Mo Mengchen.
"You guys are all basketball stories, it's not interesting." Mo Mengchen quickly drew his attention to himself, "I'll tell a hospital story."
"When I was intern in the hospital, I met such a patient." Mo Mengchen said, "An old lady with cataracts has been blind for more than ten years, and her eyes have been blind and invisible. Later, she went to the hospital for surgery and saw the light again... "
Mo Mengchen deliberately slowed down his rhythm, everyone thought he was finished.
"As a result, she died of a heart attack because she was too excited."
Some people think it's funny, some people don't think it's funny, but they still have to laugh. Dad's face must be sold.
Westphal nodded in satisfaction, he could see that Mo Mengchen began to put down his gesture.
This has a very special meaning to him and to the team.