Chapter 383: Is it okay to be stable and mature?

Byrd stood on the side of the court, with a face on his face. At this moment, the first quarter was only halfway through.
Mo Mengchen played against Mark Jackson, a defender who debuted in the 1980s, relying on a pair of fat hips that few people can parry.
Suddenly, he found that the Pistons actually gave him such a comfortable head-up chance, of course, not to be missed.
Of the three games that the Pistons lost to the Pacers, two had Jackson blasting Mo Mengchen in the low post, which made the latter's teammates puzzled.
Could Jackson's post be stronger than Hill? You have to know that when playing a match within the team, even Hill can't play Mo Mengchen with his back.
Mo Mengchen spent a season preparing strategies for a few specific opponents, and Jackson’s unbearable back is one of them.
With Jackson's performance against himself during the regular season, it is expected that Bird will add a special tactic against the Pistons: MJ backs Dor.Mo.
Mo Mengchen continued to show his continued defeat. Jackson's attack went smoothly until the last step. His big tried to knock people away.
Who knows, the success in front is like a virtual image, he issued the greatest strength, ready to eat Momeng in one breath, but the other party firmly blocked his attack.
The unexpected change indirectly resulted in Jackson's backplay. He couldn't shoot according to the planned plan.
"Beep!"
"Three seconds violation!"
Jackson couldn't beat his back without a smile on his face, and hit the ball fiercely on the ground, screaming fiercely: "You won't be so lucky next time!"
This is Mo Mengchen's favorite rubbish.
My luck has never been so good, so this is due to my strength.
"You just installed it for so long, just to prevent this?" Hill asked.
There are only two.
Mo Mengchen replied faintly: "Yes."
"What's the point?"
It is to make you a nerd not to go to the frontcourt, but to waste time here.
Mo Mengchen received the serve and pushed forward while saying, "Wait later."
Mo Mengchen often has plans like this and that makes him mysterious. Hill is often confused by him. He thinks he has the right to know. He must have the right to know. He is a core member of the team. How can he Being blindfolded?
But now is not the time to break the casserole and ask. When Hill takes the ball in the frontcourt, Mo Mengchen pulls the space at the top of the arc and helps him call an eagle attack.
The opponent against Hill is the left-handed God Chris Mullin. The Pacers have a flexible lineup. From the wing to the outside, all positions can attack outside the three-point line.
They are the most reliant teams in the league that rely on off-ball screens, catches and shoots, and briefly establishes defensive teams to resist opponents' offensive ends.
Players like Hill usually become the Pacers, and his ability to hold the ball is too fatal for Mullin.
Today, Mullin is holding the title of God in his left hand, but he is actually an experienced veteran who plays by consciousness. His talent has been corroded by years and alcohol.
Hill quickly exploded Mullin's defense into a scum. His breakthrough was strong and unrelenting.
In front of such a talent, the Pacers are in a hurry to cope.
Hill rises like a flying sand flying stone, as soon as you slow down, the attack is over.
16 to 12
The Pistons are temporarily leading by 4 points, and this advantage will vanish at any time during the game.
"It's okay, fight back!" Miller shouted aggressively.
It's hard to imagine a person who averaged 20+3+3 per game in his peak period will become a powerful leader who has reached the headquarters final five times in eight years. Miller is such a player. His threat of no ball is the biggest in the 1990s, even Jordan is also incomparable, relying on the position of the ballless end and the performance of the final moment at the critical moment, he established his position in the late 1990s and even the beginning of the millennium.
At this time, Jackson wanted to play Mo Mengchen to prove that he can still eat his opponent like a donut, but Miller's ball-free running has already begun.
From the basket, Schmidz made a ball-free cover, but his body was not enough to help Miller completely block people, and Houston was desperately chasing Miller.
Miller rushed to the top of the arc to get the ball and Houston was still behind.
"Tough bastard!" Miller scolded.
At the moment of passing the ball to Miller, Jackson also escaped into the empty goal and carried out an extremely disgusting double-screen running position. Mo Mengchen could not keep up with him in such a screen and could only switch to Hill.
Continuous running positions tore the Pistons' defense. Although Hill could control Jackson's offense, he could not control his pass.
Jackson and Miller's passing disintegrated the Pistons' defense. There was only chaos on the ground. As long as one or two more passes were made, the best chance could be created.
Mullin got the ball and ate Momengchen inwards. How did an old man whose bones were damaged by alcohol compare with the young and powerful Momengchen?
God's attack on the left hand had no result. At this moment, it was only at this moment that Miller protruded the encirclement and established a firm foothold in the position most familiar to his teammates.
"Uh!"
Miller's iconic three-pointer hit.
15 to 16
It was just an offensive. They played for 23 seconds and dragged on like this, but everyone was very calm. They just like to use this pass and cut to pull the line of defense and give the most comfortable opportunity to carry out the offense.
In front of such opponents, any small mistakes will cause problems in the game.
Their tactical discipline is far better than the Pistons, which is why this team is optimistic. They are indeed strong enough to challenge any team in the Eastern Conference.
It is a pity that they can't see seven battles with the Bulls.
If they were allowed to fight the Bulls for seven games, Mo Mengchen should be able to see a lot of their methods against the Bulls, which is a pity.
"Dad, give me the ball."
Hill appreciates the Pacers' offense. It's no accident that they hit the pace so slowly. This is intentional.
The Pistons are running the team, so they need to control the rhythm, they have to bite the game into a slow position.
Part of the reason is that the Pistons' defense is really good. They have to make so many passes and cut in to cut the line of defense.
They played the original simple but correct game.
Hill once admired this kind of game. He didn't find out until he tasted repeated failures in the NBA. Sometimes, if your personal ability is strong enough to break the balance, complex tactics are unnecessary.
As long as his opponent is still Chris Mullin, Hill will be able to hit the Pacers' line of defense alone, and a few people are useless.
Hearing his request, Mo Mengchen simply did not dribble.
"give it to you."
Mo Mengchen gave the ball the right to give Hill the freedom to play. He gestured for Houston and him to pull to the left and right bottom corners and placed in a V-shape. The two insiders continued to step forward to cover the pick-and-roll.
"Does this give Grant Hill the power of the offense alone?" Vinier Johnson frowned, such a tactic was too monotonous.
His partner, Kenny Smith from TNT, said: "The road is simple, the simplest is probably the most effective."
When the narrator spoke, Hill passed Mullin and scored.
They came back with 18 seconds of tactics, but Mullin failed to send the ball in, and Ratliff assisted Mo Mengchen to get the rebound.
"I'm here!"
Devil's Mountain has run forward.
"Come on, performance moment!"
Hill received the ball in the air. Everyone in the Auburn Hills palace thought he was going to attack. However, he threw the ball to the rebound and gave this excellent performance opportunity to Alan Houston.
"With great love, Grant!"
Houston did not give up, jumped up to catch the ball and dunk.
"Beep!"
Bird stopped the game.
Hill and Houston high-five.
Mo Mengchen turned back to his hard-working position and almost locked in a million bonus, said Ratliff: "Good job."
You can make millions of dollars, and get praise from your father. Is there anything more enjoyable than this?
Ratliff smiled embarrassedly.
20 to 15
There is only a 5 point difference. Seeing that there is no need to call a timeout, the average coach will wait for the team to be 7 points behind and call a timeout, but Bird will not.
His suspension is always a step ahead, he does not want the situation to become too bad, and problems should be resolved immediately-when the suspension is still a lot.
"Rick, I need you to perform a few back singles."
Bird gave clear instructions.
Jackson kept talking, because when it comes to singles, is there anyone who is more confident than him?
Everyone should know how he ate Mo Mengchen raw during the regular season.
But interrupting now hurts Bird's authority, so he waited for Bird to finish talking.
"Don't enter their rhythm, and don't play it too slowly. You just played basketball in the 1940s!"
Bird couldn't help but slap his tongue, he let the players slow down, but not to let them attack quickly, drag back to the last few seconds to shoot, can enter can naturally attack the opponent's defensive enthusiasm, can not enter ? The other party's suffocation has not been used to counterattack.
"Larry, I can call Dor. Mo." Jackson said.
Bird appreciates Jackson~EbookFREE.me~Whether it is his aging or stability, he deliberately waits until now to say that he respects himself.
"You didn't impress him just now, why?" Bird looked at the time, and the pause was about to end.
Jackson said: "I didn't find a good offensive rhythm, that was an accident."
"If Rick's offense is not efficient, you will fight." Bird vaguely felt that things were not that simple, but Jackson's mature guard, he should not be able to beat Mo Mengchen.
Unless they played three fake regular season games with the Pistons.
Three games in the regular season, Mo Mengchen missed one game, and in the other two games, Jackson exploded Mo Mengchen, relying on his big ass.
Is my worry redundant?
Bird looked at the opponent's lineup and found that they had made rotation adjustments.
"Naive guy." Byrd didn't change the starter, he said an indisputable word to Miller and others, "The big sweet pig played rotation again, and beat me up!"