Chapter 350: I am professional!

Compared with Wallace, Ratliff has the advantage of height and projection that can be extended to the free throw line.
To enhance the shooting, Mo Mengchen was more than once talking about this to Ratliff, he also listened to it, and finally developed a reliable jump shot.
His starting position looked firmer until Ben Wallace's rise.
Wallace's height is not high, but as a blue-collar more hard-working than him, in his first year on the team, he grabbed Buckley and grabbed a rebound. This is what Ratliff dare not do.
This is also the decisive difference between the two of them.
Ratliff is a good basket protector, but Wallace is a lunatic who is willing to do anything to get the upper hand.
Hill also noticed an out-of-control inside confrontation. Ratliff and Wallace squeezed each other. Such a ball-free confrontation was put into actual combat, and the referee would not ignore it.
But at this moment, here, as the referee of the match, Assistant Foster acquiesced in this confrontation.
The teaching assistant represents the will of the head coach, and Frauss is encouraging the two to compete.
With this arrangement, Mo Mengchen couldn't understand it. How could Fraises be so confident? Where does his confidence come from?
If the scale is not controlled well, friction, conflicts, and even infighting are possible, it is the piston's chemical reaction and lineup depth that ultimately hurt.
Players have friction, mediation is not good, the only result is to leave one by one.
Whether it is to send Ratliff or Wallace, the Pistons have a hard time finding their replacement.
Teams like them who are good at protecting the baskets at low prices are firmly in the palm of their hands and will not be released easily.
"Mo, don't you attack? Even if you worry about those two guys, do you want everyone to see your status?"
Hill took the initiative to provoke.
"People who have just recovered from illness are not suitable for mobilization."
Mo Mengchen didn't worry about Hill's provocation. When he saw that Scott Pollard was in position, he said before the fight that he had learned a dream step. Let's see how dreamy this step is.
"Good shot, dad!"
Scott Akagi Gangxian Pollard took the ball, his hairstyle made people want to laugh, maybe it was for this reason that Barkley defending him did not do his best.
Pollard began to exhibit the so-called flying sky dance steps, just an ordinary retreat step, toss the ball, Buckley politely jumped up and let him complete the performance.
As a result, Pollard took a pivot.
"Beep!"
Although Foster is not a serious referee, it is impossible to let go of such an obvious move.
"Scott, are you hilarious?" Buckley grinned.
After being laughed at by others, Pollard gave Mo Mengchen a careful look.
Fortunately, Mo Mengchen didn't respond much, he comforted himself so much.
Pollard ran back, Mo Mengchen said: "From now on, don't say anything about the ball."
"To understanding."
Pollard knew that he had only one chance. If you screwed up, you screwed up. There is no reason.
Seeing that the inner fight is fierce every time, Mo Mengchen can only lament that the emotional management of these two is in place.
Generally, the movements are so intense that it's time to fight again.
However, they played against each other as if they were normal, as if this was a normal game, and they were not fighting. From the beginning to the end, the confrontation did not stop, but no one showed dissatisfaction.
What did Frause say to them?
This should be why Frauss asked Foster to stick to this punishment scale, because he believed that the two would not do it.
The result is the same, they did not do it.
The confrontation is really strong, Mo Mengchen all looked shocked, but they did not fight.
In order to seek stability, Mo Mengchen did not exert much force in this confrontation game, but pushed the fast break, passed the ball, cast a three-pointer, or was a buzzer.
Throughout the game, he had no points, but had 5 rebounds and 4 assists.
"Mo, you're not aggressive today." Hill said.
Mo Mengchen wiped the sweat on his body with a towel, and turned his mouth back; "Your aggressiveness towards the basket is quite sufficient, a 7-for-1 three-pointer, you dare to do so."
Hill's face remained the same, and said lightly: "The more inaccurate, the more I want to shoot, I will always shoot a three-pointer."
God bless you.
Mo Mengchen walked to the coach's office in a towel, he had to ask things clearly.
When Frauss saw Mo Mengchen coming, he was not surprised and poured him a glass of water.
"Mo, I want you to start from the bench in the next game and slowly look for the state. What do you think?" Frases asked.
"It's reasonable." Mo Mengchen nodded.
Frauss smiled lightly: "You haven't been absent for a long or short time. Are you sure there are many problems?"
"Actually I just want to know one thing." Mo Mengchen offered, "What soup did you pour on those two guys?"
His directness surprised Frauss.
"Soup?" Frasses smiled bitterly. "It's not that exaggerated. I just let them know that no matter how strong the confrontation is in private, it won't impress me."
"Then why are they"
"But they can do this by treating their opponents as enemies in actual combat. The difference is that the referees on the team will not interfere in their confrontation."
It's not bad to block, it's true.
Mo Mengchen asked: "Then, the starter will still be Theo, right?"
"Don't you think so?" Fraser asked.
Ratliff is indeed more suitable for starting than Wallace, and his ability, defense and style are suitable for the current Pistons.
Running the system, defense is never the first.
There must be a basket inside, which is why the starting thunder of Bartley and Barkley can't move. Ratliff is a rare insider who has the property of a basket demon and can shoot.
Mo Mengchen also wanted Wallace to practice shooting, but later found it useless.
There are really some people in this world who can never practice shooting.
Wallace is one of them. With his height, he needs to spend more on physical and strength to gain a foothold.
If he spends time in these places, his ball training will be far less than others.
There is a conflict between strength and shooting.
In theory, if you maintain strength training and ball training, you can meet both the requirements of improving strength and maintaining feel, but Wallace's physique dooms him to have stronger requirements for strength than shooting.
For him, the shooting is a cloud, it doesn't matter if it is or not.
Only under the system of running and bombing, the inside line that can shoot is valuable.
"You also drink instant coffee?" Mo Mengchen smelled it.
Fraser read a strong contempt from Mo Mengchen's tone and eyes.
He explained with a cheeky face: "Do you think I am easy? I also want to go back to the past, but unfortunately I am now the leader of a team, I don't have time to make good coffee, just do it."
"You look fatter than before, it's not like being sad."
Mo Mengchen got up and stopped staying.
Frauss is indeed very popular. This is the biggest difference between him and Collins. He dares to encourage the two styles that are similar, and the strength is not much worse. Such a confrontation, his heart is also big enough.
Mo Mengchen slowly walked out of the coach's office and decided to continue training.
He really had to look for his condition. He didn't touch the ball for more than ten days and felt a little rusty.
After everyone's training was over, he stayed in the training hall for four hours and one second, and made three thousand three-pointers.
"How many did he hit?" Dane Stein passed by and saw the ball and the statistician next to him, asking.
The statistician replied: "I don't know if it was intentional. It happened to be 1900 goals. The last goal was outrageous."
"Oh?"
Stanton did not believe that someone in the world would deliberately miss the last goal.
The last ball means "go home", who wants to go home with a shot of iron?
A guy like Mo Mengchen will definitely aim well? But he still missed, and it happened to be 1900 in 2000.
Obsessive-compulsive neat.
"Don't you go home yet?"
Mo Mengchen's body was sweating with rain. For four hours, no one passed the ball for him. He hit dozens of on the ground and ran continuously, shooting at random from all angles.
It's basically just jogging while shooting in four hours.
With such strength, he even scored 2,000 goals.
"His physical fitness and projection stability are more terrible, especially this physical fitness"
Stanton is the veteran of the three dynasties. He has worked with three head coaches. The former Collins and the current Fraser, they are all worried about Mo Mengchen's injury and used him carefully during the game.
Therefore, Mo Mengchen's rookie season averaged 30 minutes of playing time; the second season was only 35 minutes per game, which was played under the premise of Collins brainless mad grass.
In addition to Mo Mengchen, all other starting minutes have reached 38 minutes, and Hill is averaging 41 minutes per game.
The players privately joked that Mo Mengchen was in the starting lineup, he enjoyed VIP-level treatment, but everyone was just teasing and joking, no one would really take this matter to feedback.
Everyone knows his injury history~EbookFREE.me~ He is obvious to the importance of the team, no one will take this matter to say.
Today, Stanton witnessed how good Mo Mengchen's physical fitness is, which is more surprising than his shooting.
"See you tomorrow, Dane." Mo Mengchen said goodbye to Stan.
Stanton laughed: "Good night, Mo."
"Don't say that, I don't want a man to say good night to me." Mo Mengchen waved his head without looking back.
After Mo Mengchen left, Stanton looked at the statistician seriously: "Are you sure your data is ok? He really voted for four hours in a row?"
The statistician said dissatisfiedly: "I am professional!"
"Sorry, I must confirm this." Stanton said.
"Okay." The statistician was still dissatisfied. "There is no doubt! I am 100% sure and sure."
Thank and sad and angry and crazy reward. . .