Chapter 850: I never swear words

How can Eddie Curry be constantly transformed into BabyShaq? One day he suddenly burst a seed, "inspired by love", or encountered an object that had to be hit.
Paul Gasol is such an object. The outside world often said that the Pistons first met Gasol at a glance, because the Spurs were too expensive to succeed, and was forced to choose a spare tire-that is, Curry.
Curry is willing to be a spare tire, Curry is willing, but the media keeps saying that every day, Mo Mengchen is also in his ears for three days. "There were not so many broken things in exchange for the Spanish." , Who doesn’t have a grudge against Gasol? Even if they never met.
With the mood to blow Gasol, Curry came off the bench tonight, scoring 8 points, 6 rebounds and 2 assists at halftime. He did not block once, because he wanted to block the first time tonight. Dedicated to the dear Spaniard, I wish him a sad Christmas Eve.
Halftime ended, the Pistons and Spurs tied again.
Kidd is worthy of Kidd. He has no good way to defend the Pistons, but he flexibly used Gasol to arrange a 1-3-1 formation around the Spaniards. This is an internationally used joint defense. Approach.
They played and found countermeasures until the end of the first half. Although they could not find the Pistons’ dead hole, they were not as embarrassed as they were in the first quarter.
In the second half, the Pistons let Curry start.
At the start, Mo Mengchen first made a three-pointer from the outside.
Mo Mengchen did not expect that this was their only goal in the next three minutes.
The Spurs' lineup has changed a bit, and the Admiral has been replaced by a brainless Swift, but if his physical fitness is used properly, he can indeed have a higher output than the Admiral.
Kidd took advantage of this.
They didn't break the joint defense in one step, but walked with each other, patiently passed the ball, guided, every time they broke through to the basket, pulled the defense, and then transferred the ball at a large angle to challenge the defensive toughness of the piston.
No matter how good the defense is, such an impact will become scattered.
Man is not a machine and can't be accurate to every defensive step, but the Spurs' offense is constantly swinging like a machine. Relying on Gasol, they scored 4 consecutive points.
Offensively, Kidd clung to Mo Mengchen and forced him to break through. Swift, the brainless idiot, only recognized Mo Mengchen alone. With his physical fitness, Mo Mengchen could not do anything else after the breakthrough, and could only pass the ball to the periphery.
In the first half, the Spurs were taught with an open mind. They decided to master the skills to control the barrage, and took the initiative to empty Hill.
Today, Hill is no longer a black hole that can't make a three-pointer. He can hit 2.4 three-pointers per game, and the shooting rate is close to 40%. The Spurs have nothing else. The courage is amazing. He said that if he is short, Hill is really willing to vote. Do not enter.
Two consecutive missed three-point misses hit the morale of the team, and the bad feeling began to spread. In the third minute of the game, even Mo Mengchen's three points were missed. Kidd Swiftka Good position, he comfortably picked up the rebound, quickly pushed the counterattack, rushed to the frontcourt and stuffed Arenas, a chasing three points to pull the difference to double digits.
68 to 57
Westphal immediately requested a timeout. This is the role of the head coach. If he never leaves, the Pistons do not need to pay him a large salary every year.
"Grant, you come down to rest." Westphal resolutely replaced Hill, who had a bad feel.
Then his eyes turned to Reed: "Michael, if you can't make a three-pointer, I will replace you."
Reed nodded, expressing understanding and agreement.
"Mo, around Michael, play a hemostatic forceps tactic." Westphal set the tactical end point at the top of the arc.
"How do you feel about the 3-pointer on the arc tonight?" Mo Mengchen asked Reed when he was on the court.
Reed shot 6 goals on the outside tonight and only scored 1 goal, 4 of which hit the iron, all at the top of the arc.
That is the most accurate position of Reed.
"very bad."
"I remember the only three-pointer you made was at three o'clock on the right." Mo Mengchen pointed to the position, "Go there and catch the ball."
"But the coach..."
Reed is only half said. He is not a rookie. He knows that he is another coach on the court. He is right.
The game restarted, Mo Mengchen slowly raised his hand and clearly gave the tactical gesture: Hemostatic Forceps No. 2 tactics.
As the name implies, the hemostatic forceps tactic is to play one when the tactic cannot be opened to stop the bleeding for the team.
Hemostatic forceps tactics are not conventional tactics. They are surprisingly winning games. They can be played when they don't get points, or they may have a special effect.
Kidd's defense is still tight. Mo Mengchen first turned to lean his back against his body, and Reed continued to change positions with the help of his teammates.
Westphal saw at a glance that his layout had changed. Reed ran like this, and the end point was never the top of the arc.
He is also accustomed to tactics that suddenly appear outside the range of his arrangement in the game. Since it is necessary to give players freedom, it is not verbal freedom, and on-site contingency is also a manifestation of freedom.
Reed was halfway through the run, and Mo Mengchen delivered the ball to Ginobili.
The demon's sword was out of the sheath, and the ball passed back with anger, hitting the ground to the right at three o'clock. Reed cut out, Curry's back cover blocked the chaser behind him, and the opportunity was created in an instant. .
Reed takes the ball and makes a three-pointer.
"The goal is scored!"
"The Pistons broke the score shortage!"
"This ball is too thirsty!"
No one can explain the cold feeling on the basketball court and the phenomenon of attacking fragments; nor can it explain why after a long period of fragmentation, once someone scores, the offensive will gradually recover.
The Pistons' offense has slowly improved, and the Spurs are determined to maintain their existing lead.
They found the most vulnerable point on the Pistons field.
Eddie Curry became the focus of attention.
Calling the pick-and-roll to hit him, hitting him with a small hit, and pulling out after the pick-and-roll can only stare.
Offensively, Curry continued to have problems, and Mo Mengchen saw his fighting spirit soaring and decided to feed him the ball.
Curry in the lower position was about to make a splash, but the Spurs' wallet was like a trapped beast's cage, holding Curry in the penalty area.
They absolutely researched Curry, and after eating through the small sharks, they would not cope with the malpractice.
Three minutes before the end of the third quarter, Curry was replaced.
The Spurs lead 14 points.
Curry sat down frustratedly with a towel around his neck. In the first half, he was arrogant and dry. The third quarter seemed like a nightmare that suddenly came.
"Did you see the score?" Kidd motioned to Mo Mengchen to pay attention to the current gap. "You lost."
"you are enough."
"No, not yet."
Mo Mengchen sneered, did not hold the ball in his hand, walked to the frontcourt, and faced Kidd face to face. Seeing that he didn't have the ball in his hand, Kidd wanted to lean against him and not give him the ball.
Mo Mengchen suddenly got rid of his entanglement and went straight to the basket. Ginobili, who had not yet reached the frontcourt, saw Mo Mengchen rushing to the penalty area and immediately realized what their boss wanted to do.
"What a high pass!"
"It turned out to be such a remote connection?!"
Kidd can't keep up with Mo Mengchen, Swift is outside, Gasol is alone in the penalty area, but his defensive power and physical condition are not proportional.
Mo Mengchen jumped up and escaped into the clouds like a flying dragon. He grabbed the ball with his right hand. His powerful body suppressed the responsible Spaniard. The mountain tsunami smashed the ball into the basket.
The basket groaned, and Gasol, who had no problems on the defensive end, blew a body whistle by the referee of the Imperial Axis Arena due to the influence of the Poss.
Mo Mengchen firmly grasped the basket and confirmed that he would not step on anything before landing.
After landing, he turned around, walked to the free throw line, and glanced at Kidd's jaw-dropping face: "I just meant that you guys are here tonight, it's enough."
"Believe it or not." Mo Mengchen took the ball from the referee and threw it away without any attention. He turned directly. "I never swear."
Uh!
Some people pretend to be vain, some people pretend to beep because he doesn’t know he’s pretending to beep, and some people pretend to be pure, just because he is just showing the truth, they also know that doing so will make Others are sad, but they don't care.
It is the last kind of person.
His beeping Kidd gritted his teeth, and wished he would rush up to nibble a piece of meat at the smug face.
Mo Mengchen retreated to the backcourt, shouting with his hands: "Be energetic and guard against them!"
After all, he took the lead and rushed to press Kidd.
The piston's momentum surged in an instant, and under the guidance of Mo Mengchen, the defensive end brought great pressure to the Spurs.
Kidd has no way to face this kind of high-pressure defense that ignores the referee's scale. Such a defense is impossible at ordinary times. Mo Mengchen knows that they have home advantage, and the referee does not dare to blow his body hair whistle and bully people.
Kidd can only hide his anger in his heart and cannot make any counterattacks. This is the opponent's territory and he can do nothing.
The ball is sent out.
Gasol took the ball from the perimeter, and Rashid waved his hands, approaching like a monster, constantly disturbing his center of gravity.
Ginobili found that Gasol's position was marginalized. This was an opportunity to give up Arenas decisively and step forward.
"The Argentine succeeded in stealing!"
"The piston's counterattack is coming!"
Mo Mengchen quickly ran forward, Ginobili sent a long pass from the backcourt ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Mo Mengchen received the ball in the frontcourt, another dunk.
"The point difference is reduced to 9 points!"
"The piston suddenly took off!"
"He really likes dunking more and more." Hill exclaimed. "It's incredible."
"He is so healthy."
"It's like playing in the sky by birth."
"Like, I have never suffered ACL tears three times."
In three minutes, Mo Mengchen scored 12 points in a row, and the Spurs scored 1 point in the last three minutes of the third quarter. If it was not for Gasol to hit the penalty area, they might be blocked by the Pistons in the last three minutes.
After three quarters, the Spurs still lead the Pistons by 4 points.
However, the momentum on the field has completely turned to their opponents.