Chapter 131: Talent Wall

At halftime, 56 to 48, the Magic led 8 points.
You know, a few minutes ago, they led to 15 points, and then Collins made a position adjustment. Mormon Chen changed to the second position without a three-pointer, but he defensively against O’Neal, and The other teammates echoed each other, and the traps interlocked step by step, not only made the Magic play hard every round, but also let the fierce and aggressive Nick Anderson repeatedly suffer.
"10 points, 4 rebounds and 6 assists. If we want to evaluate the doro in the first half, I think we should put aside the data, because the data is the least capable of reflecting his role."
Wharton's mouth is amazing.
"Yes," Turing rarely agreed with him. "We always say who's performance is beyond the data. Doro is the best interpretation of this sentence. His data is beautiful, but this group of beautiful The data does not reflect his role on the field at all."
The narrator's touted, seemingly close points, these did not make Mo Mengchen dizzy.
They just prevented O'Neal's offense. As for reducing the point difference to 8 points, the main reason is that the Magic replaced O'Neal two minutes before the end of the first half.
They ensured the lead, and gave the internal and external dual cores a rest.
There is obviously a fifteen-minute break, but Mo Mengchen suddenly has a sense of urgency about the storm coming.
"In the second half, our position remains unchanged!"
Collins was very satisfied with this result. He believed that his adjustment had effect. Mo Mengchen was at ease in the second position, which he had not expected before.
Nick Anderson is a ruthless character. The people who humiliated Jordan in the semi-finals last year even left the classic saying "No. 45 is better than No. 2".
As a result, he challenged Mo Mengchen countless times in the second quarter, all of which were resolved by the latter in a four-two-pound way. The only high-pressure defense was caught with a big flaw, which directly caused Mo Mengchen to blast the magic defense line, attracting the assist defense to pass out of the air. relay.
He saw hope, they had a chance to win.
"What we have to do now is to work harder than the first half!"
Time passed quickly, the opening whistle of the second half sounded, and players from both sides returned to the field.
Mo Mengchen's mood was much calmer. He looked at it and found that Houston's walking movement was a bit wrong: "What's wrong?"
"It hurts," Houston whispered.
Mo Mengchen looked at Collins and said, "Coach, Alan needs a break."
"No, I don't need it!" Houston shouted.
Mo Mengchen didn't disclose his injury to the public, just took Houston's hand and pointed at his ankle in front of Collins: "I think it's better to take a rest."
Collins knew what it meant even if he was dull, they did not consult Houston.
In this area, Mo Mengchen is an expert.
"Alan, come down," Collins ordered.
Houston walked off the field, and his replacement was Michael Curry.
"Is he serious?" Curry saw the problem.
Mo Mengchen said: "He told me that his ankle hurts a bit, what do you say?"
Curry understood that if it didn't hurt to a certain extent, with Houston's temperament, it was estimated that he would gritt his teeth and support it.
"The chat is over, guys."
Hill held the ball to the sidelines.
In addition to the outside three, Thorpe and Mills are the inside match.
After halftime, Hill passed the ball to Mo Mengchen, a back-running, slammed into the basket, like a dart.
"Come on, let me see what other tricks you have." Hardaway said.
Mo Mengchen whispered: "This is not a trick, this is a tactic."
Suddenly, Hill, who was supposed to be running around the bottom line to get the ball, turned around and returned the same way. Anderson was caught in the cover and it was difficult to escape.
Mo Mengchen waved with his right hand, and Grant, who was closest to Hill, ignored the others and posted to defend.
Hill gave up the pass and knew that Grant's movements could not be stopped. Therefore, he chose a forward shot. When the referee's whistle sounded clearly, he slowly pulled the ball out.
"Uh!"
"Andone!"
The penalty was also increased, 51 to 56.
Hill waved his fingers to make his teammates defend harder: "We can definitely catch up with them, as long as we defend well!"
"You should extinguish the fire, man."
Hill confronted Hardaway.
Hardaway dunked under a crotch and rushed past halftime. Hill was very close and neither gave a chance to break through, nor guarded his shot.
Such defensive test skills also test physical fitness, and the two cannot be completed without one.
"Unfortunately, my fire will burn to the end of the game!" Hill said furiously.
"Really?" Hardaway asked Grant to mention the high position, a hand passed the ball, and the penny dexterously cut into the middle.
"Be careful of their passing!"
No, not a pass!
When Hill saw it, Hardaway approached Mo Mengchen and turned his back.
Huh, this is not a good choice, Hill thought.
Although Mo Mengchen's defense is a lot of problems, anti-backplay is not bad.
Hill didn't know what was wrong with Mo Mengchen. He shot every day and rarely saw him enter the power room, but his strength did increase significantly, especially the lower limb strength.
Except for him and a few insiders, no one in the Pistons was able to steadily eat Mo Mengchen in the low post, because his under plate was really hard enough.
"Are you accidental? We are up again. This is fate, Mo!"
Hardaway took the ball to the top, but embarrassingly, Mo Mengchen did not move.
Realizing that the situation was wrong, Hardaway distracted Mo Mengchen's attention with a trembling shoulder. The left foot was the axis and the right foot was the fulcrum. The body suddenly burst. The talent gap is so cruel at the moment, because regardless of the power of Mo Mengchen Even better, he can't interfere with Hardaway's shot.
"Boom!"
Hardaway sat down on the ground, smiling at Mo Mengchen with a smile.
"Good shot!" O'Neill pulled the penny up. "That's how he should be done!"
Hill asked, "Are you all right?"
"Fortunately."
It's strange. Why do I have to score hard every time, and you guys always put the ball into the basket with ease?
Fuck, one day I will do the same!
Mo Mengchen was very upset. He was repeatedly beaten on the defensive end, and it took a certain chance and luck to respond on the offensive end.
"Am I calling back?" Hill hoped to hear a positive answer.
Mo Mengchen's answer was no: "No, keep playing tactically."
This is what Hill called "lack of aggression." Mo Mengchen seemed to have lost his temper, but he was wrong. Mo Mengchen only knew that he had a few pounds or a few pounds, and he wouldn't go to extremes until he had no choice.
66's overall evaluation, what other dissatisfaction can be made?
Mo Mengchen always comforted himself.
"Forget it, I still have to do it."
Since Mo Mengchen didn't intend to fight back, Hill could only come forward.
"Are you trying to help Mo teach me?" Hardaway asked, "Why didn't he do it himself?"
"Because Mo is a wise man, he knows to put the ball in the hands of the most confident person." Hill racked the ball, making Hardaway very stressed with a movement.
The two Jordan successors, although very comprehensive, have different ways of attacking.
Hardaway is skilled, does not rely on talent, and can score in any position; Hill is not, he is not yet mature, he also needs a brutal first step to create space, entering the three-point line is his stage.
Hill backed away, pulling the space, Hardaway felt high energy ahead, but unfortunately, he knew that something was going to happen but he couldn't do it.
Hill's change of direction is like lightning, and the breakthrough is initiated in the blink of an eye.
The magic inside contracted the basket, Hill was fearless, stepped into the paint area to support the whole body, he flew up-the first thing that blocked him was O’Neill’s huge body, and this kind of defense wanted to block him. Offensive is not enough, Devil Mountain draws flash, at this time, he has reached the highest point, ready to land, a backhand to pick a basket, it is this time, countless times to see Jordan scored by this means Grant Grant Hill ate a hot pot.
"boom!"
"rebound!"
Mo Mengchen grabbed the rebound, shipped out of the three-point line, jumped up and prepared to shoot, he heard his teammate's prompt: "Be careful on the right!"
At that moment, Mo Mengchen seemed to be crawling with countless reptiles. He knew what was coming, and he was helpless because he couldn't stop it.
"Snapped!"
The white jersey flashed in front of Mo Mengchen. He was not Jordan. He couldn't take off his opponent and wait for the opponent to land before finishing his shot.
He finally saw the person who gave him the cover.
Magic 1, Penny Hardaway.
"It's time for us to fight back!"
Hardaway grabbed the basketball that was covered on the ground. His running speed was unmatched by Mo Mengchen, and no one of the Pistons retreated.
"Penny~~~!"
"Hardaway!!!"
Hardaway came to remember the Jordan-style one-handed windmill buckle on the Pistons' rim. The scene was completely ignited. Their voices lasted for a full minute, as if the Magic had won the championship.
60 to 51
"Mo~EbookFREE.me~No matter how strong your teammates are, only if you are strong enough can you inspire their potential." Hardaway said to Mo Mengchen.
Would you tell me this kind of thing? idiot!
Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and sent it to Hill.
"Mo, leave it to me." Hill said.
Hill wants to carry the team on his shoulders, he thinks this is what he should do.
He had never felt this way before. Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, but, could he do it with his current feel?
Hill’s awakening is what Mo Mengchen is happy to see, but the basis of his awakening is to have a good enough touch. If he doesn’t have a touch, he will hit hard. That’s not to assume responsibility. Send your team to heaven.
Mo Mengchen didn't speak up his concerns because he couldn't stand up like Hill now. There was always someone to do everything. Whether he succeeded or not, let him give it a try first.