Chapter 566: Young champions!

In the second quarter, Mo Mengchen sat on the bench to watch the game.
In this section, Dumas was in good shape, plus his teammates also gave the opportunity to help him score 12 points and 4 assists.
At halftime, 70 to 54, the Blazers trailed the Pistons by 16 points.
One quarter of the fans have already retired and they seem to see the end.
In the second half, Mo Mengchen returned to the game.
This also relieved the fans who were worried about him. If he continued to sit down the court, the fans really thought he was injured.
"Dor.Mo fans can rest assured that he is fine."
"Yes, judging from his running movements, he is very good. He didn't play in the second quarter. Maybe it was Paul Westphal to give him more rest. After all, in the previous four games, he had three games. 40 minutes playing time."
Without knowing the truth behind it, the commentary can only be guessed based on experience.
Sprewell was panicked when he saw Momon Chen taking the ball. These days, as long as he closed his eyes, he could remember the game two days ago.
There is only one picture of those games.
Mo Mengchen was three meters away from him, accelerating and changing direction. No matter how he reacted, the other party just didn't make sense and ate him raw by speed.
If he took another step back in order to win the reaction space, Mo Mengchen was even more unreasonable.
That's how they lost in that game.
With the help of the referee, they still lost, and the fruit of fear that Mo Mengchen planted in the mind of the madman has matured.
"Do you want to guard against me?"
Mo Mengchen asked teasingly, his voice had just dropped, and he turned to push on Sprewell's body, further accelerating, disrupting the defense inside, and hitting the ground to the Hill that cut in, Devil Mountain flying dunk.
Perfect coordination, perfect end.
72 to 54
"Your defense is always the same, do you want me to get 50 points?"
Mo Mengchen looked at Sprewell with disgust. The madman didn't know how to answer. He had no confidence.
Such Sprewell made his teammates strange, he never feared the opponent's provocation, nor ignored the opponent's rubbish, the opponent was ruthless, he would only be more ruthless than the opponent.
Now he was as gentle as a little white rabbit in a cage in front of Mo Mengchen. He was attacked and suppressed without knowing his resistance.
Even Weber seems to want the ball more than he does.
"Give me!" Weber yelled, took the ball and opened Rashid's defense, turned to lick the basket, the feel was not very good, the ball jumped a few times on the rim, kept turning, and it might fall out of the basket at any time .
When the basketball fell, Sabonis raised his long arm to point it in.
It is this difficult goal that continues the lifeblood of the Blazers. As long as they have not reached the fourth quarter, as long as the score has not been opened to 20 points, they are promising.
The Pistons' offense was already on. Mo Mengchen was standing on the perimeter, and his teammates kept running. This was not a V-position, nor was it a run for the Hawks.
This is a scalpel, this set of tactics is full of Mo Mengchen's personal label.
The starting player ran skillfully and easily tore the Blazers' defense. Houston got the chance, but his chance was not good enough.
Mo Mengchen pretended to pass the ball, but actually passed the ball to the inside.
This is the No. 5 scalpel tactic.
There is no fixed end point, only the chance of continuous emergence.
Rashid had the best chance, so he got the ball, held the ball in his hands and jumped, aiming at the basket in front of him, striking down.
"BOOM!"
Rashid shook his clothes with both hands and shouted, "This is what I want to prove!"
"Your defense is like a bank!" is this sentence again.
Isn't he tired? Mo Mengchen thought.
The Pistons' starting five tigers scuttled, and they didn't give the Blazers a little space to struggle. After the third quarter, the Pistons had already scored 103 points.
Their opponent scored only 73 points.
103 points in three quarters, this is what will happen only in the era of small balls, they once again scored a terrible high score across the times.
The wave of attack suffocated the opponent. From the beginning of the fourth quarter, a full 12 minutes were all garbage time.
Westphal replaced Dumas, Louis M. Lorre, Ricky Davis, Barkley and Lauderdale.
A pure bench lineup against the Blazers' semi-main lineup.
The Blazers still have some pride and self-esteem, they do not intend to surrender now.
There are still 12 minutes left in the game. If you don't look at the score difference on the scorer, they are really hopeful because there is still a lot of time.
The difference of 30 points can be desperate.
Mo Mengchen and Xi'an sat down.
Hill scored his Finals average tonight: 34 points, 13 rebounds and 8 assists.
Mo Mengchen's data is very strange, turned out to be 10 points, 8 rebounds and 20 assists.
He scored 20 assists, and as long as he worked hard, he could get a special triple-double of 10+10+20.
"You listen well, unless there is a serious tide loss on the court, otherwise I will wait until the last minute and then put you on the court." Westphal said well to Hill and Mo Mengchen in advance.
Mo Mengchen and Hill have no opinions.
The game is going on.
In addition to Mo Mengchen and Hill, the other teammates stood up, the last 12 minutes, this is the last time of the season.
Joe Dumas called the Lauderdale pick-and-roll. The 221 cm Chicago Giant has a weight of 300 pounds. With such a block, no one can cross this wall to catch Dumas.
Dumas rode an arrow and hit a shot;
Low-key Rolle is the strangest existence of the Pistons. He sometimes plays the starter, sometimes he plays rotation, and sometimes he doesn’t even look at the water dispenser. He is everywhere and familiar with everyone. He is Outside of Hill, Mo Mengchen was his best friend on the team.
Such a person should get many opportunities.
But his strength is limited, except for the all-around attribute of being able to play at the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions, there is nothing particularly eye-catching.
Tonight, he scored 6 points in 11 minutes of garbage.
Ricky Davis, a rookie who was so much despised by Mo Mengchen, should have brushed up during garbage time. This is the potential he showed early in the morning, and he resisted it tonight.
No matter what he did, or he really changed, he didn’t brush the data tonight, he was a rookie consciously, he helped the big guys to cover up and helped them brush the data during garbage time, only in 11 minutes Nei grabbed 2 points, 3 rebounds and 3 assists.
Barkley, who had no chance to play in the playoffs, rarely had such a long time in garbage. Dumas's performance stimulated him.
Also a veteran, Dumas can play Mo Mengchen's bench and average 10 points per game, but he can't even compete with Jerome Williams.
If you go on like this, the face of the diamond generation will be lost by him?
The fat man determined that if next season is regarded as the last dance, he must have Dumas this year in good shape and become a key member of the team.
As for Lauderdale, all he needs is happiness.
He is the source of happiness for the whole team. As long as he plays, it means that the game is over. Every time he scores a point, gets a rebound and brushes a block, that kind of excitement can make the audience happy.
Five minutes into the fourth quarter, the Blazers chased the difference to 24 points.
Eight minutes into the fourth quarter, the Blazers finally chased the point difference within 20 points.
However, Dumas followed a three-pointer and pulled the difference back to more than 20 points.
Mike Dunleavy gave up the struggle and replaced all his main force four minutes before the end of the game.
"In four minutes, we can announce the result." Wharton said.
There are four minutes left.
Four minutes before the Pistons are crowned.
Mo Mengchen and Hill are still sitting.
It should be a time of emotion. Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and thought of the failures experienced in the past four years. Those failures made history move in the right direction.
However, starting this year, history will no longer be familiar to him.
Neither the Spurs nor the Knicks reached the finals this year.
Duncan, a superstar with a historical mission, was also stopped by him in the Eastern Conference Finals.
Pistons, a team that will play forever in the 1990s, will stand on top of the world tonight.
They are so young, this is just the beginning of glory.
"Mo, Grant!"
Mo Mengchen and Hill looked at Westphal together.
In the last minute of the fourth quarter, he specifically called for a timeout.
The game is already time, Westphal has to replace Mo Mengchen and Hill, because the next moment will be the time to win the championship. In the gap between the games, he has to send these two players to the game.
They need to know how it feels to win.
Westphal had won the championship twice in the era of players. He was very clear that the kind of standing on the court heard the final whistle sounded, the kind of silence in the audience, all the stories ended in an instant, a journey came to an end, glory and The brilliance, the sweetness and the bitterness moved to the whole body at the same time, it is destined to be unforgettable for life
"let's go."
Westphal said.
"58 seconds before the end, the Pistons replaced Dor.Mo and Grant Hill."
"At this most special moment, Paul Westphal hopes these two young leaders will taste victory on the court."
Pistons offense.
Mo Mengchen had no intention of slaughtering his opponent again. He left the ball in his hand and did not organize or call tactics. Waiting for the last second, he deliberately missed.
The last 24 seconds.
The Blazers can attack or not, it is no longer meaningful.
The Pistons are no longer defending.
Stoudemire also put away the ball and gave up the offense. In the last five seconds, he threw the ball to the ground~EbookFREE.me~beep~~~~! ! ! "
This is the most beautiful whistle in the world.
"The game is over!"
"The Detroit Pistons defeated the Portland Trail Blazers and became the NBA champion in the 1998-1999 season!"
Mo Mengchen looked at Hill, two young people who had succeeded in failure and finally succeeded, and at the same time walked towards each other and hugged each other.
Hill said excitedly: "Dad, I love you to death, I love to tear you in half!"
Momeng dust smiles: "Mom, I love you, love I want your big fat face Zoubian."
Today is June 26, 1999.
This year, Mo Mengchen was 26 years old and Hill was 27 years old. They were all very young.
Younger they won the first championship of their career.