Chapter 223: Do not listen

56 to 55
This is the score at the end of the half, Barkley's performance in the second half of the second quarter is still very good.
"Tonight Charles outperforms everyone, and the 20+9 halftime stats are enough to show my opinion."
"It's just that Kevin Johnson completely broke Dor.Mo."
"Dor.Mo's defense is not so bad. He and his idol Larry Bird have the same shortcomings. There is no good way to deal with KJ's sports ability players."
Mo Mengchen, who regards Bird as an example, can now be regarded as a bean, and his advantages and disadvantages are almost the same as those of Bird.
Can shoot, smart, majestic, poisonous mouth, bad defense.
(Bold: Rotten Nyima, the old man was selected as the second defense of the year three times!)
The third quarter is about to begin, but the two are quarreling.
"How can they say that? Larry was selected to the best defensive lineup anyway." Hill sneered.
"Yes, my defense is on the same level as your three-pointer."
Whenever Hill damages his defense, Mo Mengchen will move out of his three-pointer conditionedly. Over time, Hill also got used to it, except for occasionally being innocent because of being caught for no reason, there was no response at all.
"Can you two defend well? I want a big kill tonight!" Buckley didn't want to play good stats but lost the ball, so that he can still prove his strength, but it is not a perfect revenge.
Mo Mengchen said: "If you always want the ball to attack, we can't play our own rhythm, Chuck, the wool is on the sheep."
Buckley was stunned.
Recall that this is indeed the case, Mo Mengchen has been giving him the ball, defensive end can not cope with Johnson's breakthrough, this will appear so embarrassed.
Up to now, Mo Mengchen has 5 points, 6 rebounds and 9 assists. Seven of his assists are for Barkley. He played really well tonight, and without delay, he took the ball and attacked. It was completely unambiguous.
Barkley gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I don't want the ball anymore, let's play as usual!"
"you sure?"
"My mother is not a selfish ghost, that's it!"
Barkley's free and easy look almost tricked Mo Mengchen.
Hill asked, "Can I do this?"
Mo Mengchen's expression is like a dry year without rain. He has never changed: "He will soon find that it is easier to score without taking the ball."
The second half begins.
Johnson ate Momochen countlessly in the first half, and that clap button Lauderdale even dragged the atmosphere of the scene to the climax, he was already fearless.
"Mo, you can't stop me tonight."
"No, your opponent is not me."
When Mo Mengchen's words fell, Johnson's defender became Don Reid.
"Damn the guy, actually ran away!" Johnson glared at Mo Mengchen from a distance, and then his eyes fell back on Rhett, who first had to solve this man.
Rhett is a mad dog player. To say that he is better at it, what he is best at is to make his opponents annoy him, spray while fighting, and rub the sweat of the other party by the way.
Johnson was made to have no rhythm, he didn't expect the opponent to be this way, even if he wanted to pass.
Once the serve was passed, there was a bad feeling in my heart, because that position was too easy to be intercepted.
In less than half a second, Hill's steal confirmed his uneasiness.
"Quick interception speed!"
Hill intercepted the ball, and Mo Mengchen, who was running forward, was locked in his eyes.
Mo Mengchen received the pass and saw Barkley's fast attack with the force of feeding, so he slowed down and let him catch up. The sun was too late to retreat.
Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball and slammed it towards the floor. The flying pig jumped to the ground. The 130-kilogram body hugged the ball and drove the fat to the basket.
"You can't do it without me!"
Buckley pulled the rim.
From this moment on, the rhythm of the game suddenly became faster.
Is this running?
No, this is not the same run that Collins is familiar with.
It's a bit like the play of another Bulls team. In the third quarter, the defensive strength increased, and various defensive counterattacks... Isn't this the third quarter of the replica's death?
And on the offensive end, Barkley and Hill took turns to play low backs, Mo Mengchen and Reid pulled left and right, and Ratliff went to the high position to cover the pick-and-roll at any time, let alone he can shoot. This is an extremely flexible lineup.
The Suns were beaten dizzy and Anji especially couldn't understand the changes on the field.
"What's going on? Will you not play after a ten-minute break?"
The angry Anji could not wait to trade all the people on the field. In less than two minutes, they were pumped 7-0 by the Pistons.
63 to 55
Eight points behind, Anji dullly called a timeout.
"Defense lacks stiffness, you have to know what this game means! Do you want to hear that fat pig mocks you heartily after the game?"
Johnson raised a corner of his mouth, and a sneer surfaced.
Because he knew that Buckley only laughed at Anji, and Anji personally destroyed his relationship with Buckley.
Anji's current situation is not much worse than that of Collins. The general manager coach is also shoulder to shoulder. They have neither done a good job of management nor a good coach.
Although Anji has some foresight, he still lacks experience and does not know where to put his talents.
On the Pistons side, Collins is also doing a useless arrangement, and everyone doesn't listen to him at all.
Collins arranged a scorpion tail tactic.
The game restarted.
Finley broke the sun's scoring shortage, his singles have a lot of skill, even Hill also praised.
Finley shot straight into a face-to-face dry pull-up jumper.
Mo Mengchen just wanted to ridicule Hill, but he didn't want to take the lead in firing the gun: "This guy's order is actually lower than you. Am I funny? You see how good he is..."
"You cover up the defensive performance like very beautifully." Mo Mengchen can only say so.
"Give me the ball and watch me grab the score back!"
Hill said while running.
Mo Mengchen dribbled through the half and found Hill passing the ball, then pulled away diagonally and stood idly.
Even if he was nothing, Johnson would not dare to stay away from him.
Hill took the ball on his back, Buckley suddenly took a high position to cover Rhett, solidly caught the man, and immediately turned and walked in.
Devil Mountain saw the flying pigs inside and was not greedy. He knew that tonight was his big day, back to the defender, and stuffed the ball around the buttocks.
"Ok!"
The joy of the dead fat man is reflected in every inch of fat on his body. He opened the manning who wanted to cover him and picked a backhand to score.
"If you don't understand what this is called, let me tell you, this is how awesome I am!" Buckley shouted loudly.
Manning didn't feel it. He had given Buckley a substitute for two years before, and he had a good relationship. Knowing that Buckley didn't charge him.
Anji was weak in heart and prepared a bunch of tactics during the half-time break. They wanted to freeze Buckley in the second half, so they stopped playing heads-up.
The conduction of the ball is very fast, and the movement of people is even more amazing.
Compared with the first half, the Pistons in the second half is a more united team.
Buckley's scoring is much easier than before, and everyone can tell.
"Damn, I knew that, why should I do that?" Buckley found it easy to score without the ball.
Dead fat, you think too simple.
Mo Mengchen is close to the Sun's shooter. He has no surprises that the game has made such progress. Buckley's singles in the first half has already laid a ground for the second half.
Danny Angie has countless reasons to develop defensive tactics against Barkley during the halftime break, because he scored 20+9 at halftime and the shooting rate is terrible. Such a guy who is biased against them is in such a good state. , Will it stop in the second half?
Definitely not, so when they rested at halftime, the focus was on Barkley.
On the Pistons side, Collins also thought so, to use Barkley's good state to play a boosting game to end the winning streak and make fans regain confidence in the team.
result...
Anji glanced at Collins bitterly. He thought it was the other party's strategy: "Old Fox!"
Collins sat down.
He is getting used to sitting in the coach seat quietly.
People familiar with him will be strange to this. Collins is not a quiet coach. Like many coaches, he will stand up and roar as long as the game starts.
Once this type of coach sits down, it must be the time to win or lose.
Now that there is no difference, he sat down.
Gentry and Zina McLean don’t know what to say. This is an out-of-control team. They want to win and win, and lose and lose.
Collins's words no longer work, and no one listens to whatever he says.
Even more weird, Mo Mengchen wanted to play the scorpion tail tactics arranged by Collins, gestures out, no one echoed.
How terrible is this?
Even more frightening is that Mo Mengchen was not angry at the fact that no one had responded, because he changed his tactics, and then the group of people came to respond.
They refused to execute the coach's tactics.
Mo Mengchen struck the tactical gesture of the scorpion tail, did not respond, and was forced to change the tactics, so that he had executed Collins' orders and had not failed.
No matter what, Collins can trouble anyone, but he can't, because he can say, "I can't beat the scorpion tail alone."
Adam Frasses sat at the end of the position, and the changes in the field made him feel new.
This group of guys experienced a six-game losing streak but carelessly, they want to win, this can be seen. But they don't want to execute Collins' order~EbookFREE.me~ Everyone has a good heart and cooperates with each other. While fighting with the coaching staff, the Suns who had stalemate with them in the first half were treated as pigs.
"It's too difficult to coach these people, especially you, Mo."
Frauss stared at Mormon Dust.
Why don't other people listen to orders, and if this guy is angry, who dares not follow?
After all, it's because you don't want to execute Doug's tactics.
Flauses looked at the score; 69 to 60.
This is his confidence.
What about not executing Doug Collins' tactics? They can still win.
Poor Doug Collins.
Flauses looked at the dumbfounded head coach with pity, hoping that he knew who the black hand was behind the scenes planning all this.
Otherwise it would be too pitiful.