Chapter 262: May your face be sad forever

Two chapters in one
No one expected that Mo Mengchen would become the Pistons' top scorer.
78 to 74
In the last four minutes, Mo Mengchen had scored 25 points, 7 rebounds and 6 assists.
Brelock broke through the pick and roll, and Ratliff kept up with the block and took his fifth personal block tonight.
Although it is inferior to Mutombo's 8 big caps, it is already an outstanding performance.
The more such moments, the more tested the determination of the team and players, how much effort do they need to put out of the quagmire?
Ephraim took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath, it was difficult for her to control her emotions.
Adrian, holding a half barrel of popcorn, had forgotten how to move his mouth. He just wanted to witness the last four minutes, without falling for a second.
Medela was beside them, and this situation reminded her of the fifth game of the first round last year.
This group of people also persisted to the end, and eventually fell short of success.
This time?
This is not the last game in the true sense. If they lose this game, they still have a chance to reach the semifinals, but then they have to set the final decisive battlefield in Atlanta.
Decided to win in the opponent's base camp? No, that's too risky.
Mo Mengchen changed direction, broke through Brelock, split the Eagle's defense like a knife, and flew to the basket. If he can score this goal, the lead can be expanded to 6 points.
At this moment, every point is crucial.
Mutombo, who seemed to be falling at any time, only took a few minutes of rest. He looked vain and powerless, but struggling to save at this critical moment.
In order to avoid his blocking, Mo Mengchen had to risk the ball to the basket, as for the result, it depends on whether the inside can keep up.
Ratliff snarled, jumped up to grab an offensive rebound, and hit the backhand with a backlash.
"Theo Aoao~~~~!"
This ball made the teammates on the field jump up synchronously, struggling to throw out the towel in his hand.
What a brave goal?
80 to 74
time out? The thought flashed through Wilkens. Brelock waved his hand and beckoned not to stop the game. Steve Smith and Leitner moved forward at the same time.
None of them want the game rhythm to be interrupted suddenly.
Wilkens, who has coached on this site for decades, has nothing to stop them at the moment.
Go, let go!
Go for a fight!
Angry eagles, ready to fall from the clear sky, they saw snakes, rats, ants and insects walking on the ground. For them, they only need to dive, only need to paw, and only need to aim at the target.
Duke’s emperor star opened the way for their trump card, and Hill immediately recognized the tactic. He got up and shouted,
Be careful Steve Smith!

Regardless of whether the reminder is timely, this next scene cannot be avoided-Smith cut out, took the ball, Houston caught up, the block was taken a step faster, the opponent caught the time difference and jumped a strong shot.
Smith's hand stayed in the air, the ball was spinning, and it seemed that there was a whirlwind, and everyone knew where it was going.
"Uh!"
"Good~~!"
Smith shook his fist and shouted, "My three-point arrow will shoot you all tonight!"
With three minutes left, 77 to 80.
Mo Mengchen wiped his sweat and led the ball forward.
Brelock is waiting for his arrival on the logo. He will definitely press after Mo Mengchen passes halftime. If he is lucky, he can force a return.
The offense started with Mo Mengchen's breakthrough, others started to move, and Houston ran from the side.
He knew the ball would come.
Mo Mengchen was alone in the crowd, but threw the ball out before the error. That was Alan Houston's position.
Last year, he missed a lore here.
Houston is still in remorse, and he will never repeat it at that moment. He catches the ball, looks at the basket, presses his body, and shoots like a textbook jumper.
Uh!
"Care again!" Roaring Vinier Johnson, "They are the lights of the Automobile City, we have our own heroes!"
Led by the narrator, the fans went crazy and stood up with their hands and feet waving and roaring.
After the magician and Albert looked at each other, they didn't know what to say.
This team, which had reached the summit twice in the late 1980s, has not won in the playoffs for too long. They need a victory to prove themselves.
The Hawks are in a robe, and Brelock's thinking is extremely clear. He knows who to give the ball to and who has a hot hand.
The team is creating opportunities for him, it is you!
Once again, Steve Smith received the ball on the left three-point line, the defense did not lose his position, Houston raised his hands and never fell behind. Even so, the opponent did not have a trace of fear.
Smith's face was arrogant, and he roared, and the ball hung high in the sky and took off.
"No one can stop me!"
Eagle King roared.
"Uh!"
2 minutes 33 seconds
80 to 82
The Eagles are still 2 points behind and the pace of the game is getting faster.
Both insiders could not keep up with this rhythm. Mutombo was exhausted and Barkley was not strong. Both Ratliff and Leitner lost their fighting power in this decisive battle. They followed the big army and returned to run. Even opponents can't find it, because often the attack just ends and the offense is over.
The two sides continue to score goals, as long as one side misses, the situation will change.
The pace is too fast.
Mo Mengchen didn't adjust his breathing rate well. He suddenly controlled the scene and stopped outside the three-point line, letting everyone breathe.
With his left hand raised, he yelled, "Come on, take a shot, the leader is us, don't worry!"
That's it!
Hill held his fist.
Mo Mengchen's left hand extended two fingers, and then Houston began to move, that is the scalpel No. 2 tactics, an extremely trivial, but as long as success is necessarily a great opportunity tactics.
Mo Mengchen started to break through. He needed to cut a beautiful mouth like a scalpel, but he couldn't cut too much, too big would make the formation chaotic, the formation could not be chaotic.
Eagles can't be chaotic, nor can they.
Serious surgery is always neat.
Because mistakes mean death, so do scalpel tactics.
"Beautiful breakthrough, tactics are still running, Alan Houston! He ran out! Pass!"
The microwave oven roared loudly as if it were on the field.
Mo Mengchen was in a good posture, and left the ball with his left hand.
The CIC king took the ball. This was a good opportunity. He paused and jumped.
The rhythm is wrong.
"boom!"
Houston's brain was blank. Leitner took the rebound and everyone knew what he would do. It was his long pass that made the Eagles' counterattack so terrible.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Mo Mengchen rushed to Leitner and made a rough foul against him.
"Beep!"
The referee whistle.
Fifth personal foul.
Mo Mengchen raised his hand and ran back with his teammates.
With full play, there are still two minutes left in the game.
Houston looked ashamed, but now is not a good time to apologize.
"Don't apologize, we haven't lost, no one can seize every opportunity." Mo Mengchen said.
The eagle serves.
Mutombo delivered the ball to Smith.
"not good."
There is no reason, just a sense of uneasiness. After playing so many games, if some things are about to happen, the players will feel this way.
Smith, who scored two three-pointers in a row, got the ball again and advanced alone without giving Brelock.
He will not pass the ball anymore, he will personally resolve this round of offense.
How long does this moment take?
Houston defended against Smith, he was already attached, but judging by the opponent's current feel, such a defense is far from enough.
Smith dribbled the ball tentatively, and then, without hesitation, pulled the ball up 45 degrees to the right.
Desperate and helpless.
"Uh!"
"Steve Smith made three consecutive 3-pointers!"
"Atlanta overtakes!"
"Detroit requests a pause!"
83 to 82
1 minute 26 seconds
Mo Mengchen looked at the score and the timer.
In less than a minute and a half, this game is about to end.
Will we lose?
"Don't let Steve Smith take the ball, you have already seen his feel, from now on, at all costs"
Mo Mengchen wiped off the sweat on his face and took a sip of Gatorade.
Walk past Hill.
"Mo." Hill stopped him.
Mo Mengchen turned back.
Hill said, "You said, you will win this game."
Mo Mengchen faced Hill with four eyes, and all the audience looked at it.
The camera is also pointed here.
Mo Mengchen said, "Please witness, Grant."
"How many pauses do we have?" Mo Mengchen asked Collins.
"One." Collins said.
Mo Mengchen said, "No matter what happens, don't suspend the game, I will call the last one!"
In front of Mo Mengchen, Collins has lost everything of the head coach, so he said, "It's yours."
Many people believe that this is trust.
Only they know that one is helpless and the other is strong.
"I don't think we can contain Steve Smith," Mo Mengchen said to his teammates. "But we will not lose more than if we attack."
Houston shouted "Give me the ball!"
"Run a good position."
After all, the game restarted.
Brelock wanted a tight frontcourt, and Mo Mengchen struggled and accelerated past.
In the end, the pace of the game slowed down.
Mo Mengchen stooped down and made a threatening crotch dribble, because every time the ball passed under his crotch would give Brelock an illusion of starting.
Every time, Brelock will follow the jitter until the end
Mo Mengchen sent a straight pass to Houston.
The CIC king pulled up the score.
84 to 83
The Hawks serve halfway through the game and the game enters the last minute.
Houston executed Collins' order and gave Smith the most intense defense.
At this moment, the legendary home advantage finally appeared. As the high-intensity defense came out, the referee did not respond, and Smith fell into a difficult situation.
The Eagles continue to serve him, cover, pick and roll, these are not troubled by the king.
Flashing and hiding, the CIC king came up with the best defensive lineup level of defense, so Smith never got a chance to catch the ball.
In the end, Brelock and he made a hand-by-hand pass before putting the ball into his hands.
Mo Mengchen faced Smith, they only had 5 seconds.
Smith wanted to shake Mo Mengchen away. In the last three seconds, Mo Mengchen was plastered on Smith like a plaster, his hands raised high-Smith who could not get the foul can only make the most stupid shot choice, and top shot.
The rebound was flying high, and Mo Mengchen wanted to grab it, but Smith blocked him.
Buckley jumped out with all his strength, but he was short of height and he failed to score a rebound.
This rebound finally fell into the hands of the tallest man.
Mutombo!
The African mountain passed the ball to the outside for the first time.
With 36 seconds left, the Hawks once again got a 24-second offense, and they only trailed by 1 point.
"Come again!"
"Come again!"
"Come again!"
Mo Mengchen shouted.
Everyone discovered that at this moment, as long as no non-basketball moves are made, the referee will not sound the whistle no matter how big the confrontation is.
With the Eagles in a dilemma, Brelock once again felt the terrible pre-emptive oppression. He could not imagine why Mo Mengchen dared to make such a defense at this moment.
Isn't he afraid of fouls?
He has fouled five times!
"Time is running out!"
Seeing that the victory was about to be extinguished, Duke's emperor star, the Eagles' most calm person, the king of the final moments of the ncaa game at countless times, ran out to catch the ball.
Brelock had no other ideas, passing the ball was the only thing he could do now.
When Leitner catches the ball, the ball doesn't stick to his hands and then hangs.
"Ohnooooo~~~~~!!!!!!"
Mutombo vacated the ball!
More than 20,000 people on the scene can only watch the African giants who can't even jump jump out of the only strength, slam dunk.
85 to 84!
The eagle has overtaken!
Mo Mengchen called the team's last timeout on the court.
Wilkens looked around the field, and he saw Terry Mills, who was in the Pistons and partnered with Mo Mengchen for a year.
"Terry, do you know what tactics they will play?" Wilkens asked.
Mills said, "I know at a glance."
"You go up and replace Dikembe."
Wilkens decided to gamble.
"They replaced Terry Mills!"
Someone reminded.
"Poor Terry, won't he play until the last minute?" Dumas thought, "However, this is the old guy's experience. Terry is very familiar with our tactics."
Mo Mengchen did not allow Collins to arrange any tactics.
He surrounded Buckley, Houston, Michael Curry and Ratliff.
"I don't know how to lead you to win, so I have been trying!" Mo Mengchen shouted, "I will play fast for a while, slow for a while, I just want to find their weakness, but I still can't find it!"
"No more, we have no time!"
Mo Mengchen reached out his hand, and the hands of others also folded up, he shouted, "We don't have to find their weaknesses! Look at the people around us, we are willing to dedicate and sacrifice for each other, we have fought together from last year to now, For the last 14 seconds, let's fight for each other! Let's fight for the brothers who can't be on the field! Let's fight for the audience who has been crying from the beginning to the present! Let us fight for the glory and victory to the last moment! "
"123~!"
"Det~!!!"
Mo Mengchen saw Mills, his former comrades now standing on the opposite side.
"Mo, I will stop you!" Mills shouted.
"Did you see? The people who know you the most are on the court." Brelock smiled ugly. "Do you feel panic, Dr. Mo?"
Tough catch.
The defensive intensity of the Eagles is also very strong, the referee's scale is equal, and there is no bias due to which side.
Mo Mengchen was at the top of the arc, extending a finger.
It's scalpel No. 1 tactics!
Mills shouted, "Pay attention to the two-wing pick-and-roll, they are coming!"
Mo Mengchen's smile grew thicker, and Barkley ran to the forefront of the team, standing next to Brelock.
"I won't let you succeed, Mo!" Mills stepped forward and knocked Mo Mengchen back. At this moment, Houston and Curry intersected each other, showing an x-shaped curve.
Mo Mengchen quickly passed the ball.
Yes, it's No. 1 tactic, Terry.
But do you really understand tactic 1?
The same tactics, only one detail needs to be changed is two very different offenses, you know, Terry?
Running in Houston, Mills understands the surviving scalpel tactics, the end point is Houston.
Ratliff's pick-and-roll was very strong, and in the last three seconds, Houston ran out of the corner.
Terry Mills, a former comrade-in-arms, now stands on the opposite side, determined to fight Detroit's last hope.
2 seconds!
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Ratliff faced Mo Mengchen for a block, and at the last second, Mo Mengchen took the ball and, in a flash, the ball passed the sky.
"Do not!"
Brelock shouted.
Mo Mengchen slowly turned around, turned into a pistol shot with his eyebrows pointed, and aimed at the camera, at this moment-"Wo!"
"￥!"
"Doro buried Atlanta! At the last second, oh~y~goddddd~!!!"
"We are promoted!!!"
Mo Mengchen's poss posed for two seconds, and then was overwhelmed by his teammates. They pressed up one by one, trying to crush him.
Mo Mengchen was embarrassed and embarrassed, but he had endless joy, he could not describe this feeling accurately.
Great pain and great joy are the same, because it is short, so it is eternal.
Wilkens took a long breath. He didn't know what else the team could do. They shouldn't lose. Their strength was stronger than the lack of Hill's Pistons. However, this game lost.
The man killed them at the last minute.
He doesn’t know if the players on the field will leave a shadow. He only knows that starting today, in countless late nights, he will dream of the Pistons’ No. 9 and pick up the ball at the last second to catch the ball and lighten before the light comes on. The shot, like a sword that pierced the throat, completely resulted in them.
He turned around, his pistol-like hand pointed directly at his heart, what does that mean?
Wilkens didn't want to know.
Brelock looked bleak, and huge pain wrapped his body, and he cried.
"This expression is much better."
An annoying voice appeared, and Brelock raised his head, with a heart-broken tear on his face.
Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "May your face be sad forever."
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