Chapter 388: The smell of gunpowder

Plaza Arena
Tonight, the Pacers played a life-and-death game here.
If they can't win tonight, the Pistons will get the match point at their home, and the big score of 3 to 0 can't bear anyone.
Therefore, tonight is a winning battle.
In the two games in Detroit, the Pacers failed to realize the ambitions they made in the beginning.
Take away one or even two wins from away.
In both games, the Pistons scored a breakthrough of 120 points, and the Pacers were completely suppressed, leading a strong 2-0 score.
It is worth mentioning that Grant Hill, the Pistons' core player, scored 41 points, 15 rebounds and 8 assists in the first game and 44 points, 13 rebounds and 10 assists in the second game.
As Mo Mengchen predicted, Hill will play good data one after another, and it is not an empty cut. He will lead the team to win on the basis of getting good data.
"Tonight's fans are prepared, just look at the huge posters in the audience."
Those posters are full of humiliation of Hill.
That was Hill's sadly missed shot of sitting in the playoffs last year due to injury.
Fans made it into a huge poster and wrote on it with rough strokes: Anyway, you have already quit once, why not come again, Grant?
In order to influence Hill's mentality, the fans want to rack their brains and do their best, definitely the best sixth person for the Pacers.
The two sides are warming up, and Mo Mengchen sees Hill's expression with a relaxed three-pointer.
"It seems that these posters did not stimulate your little heart." Mo Mengchen said.
Hill denied: "No, they stimulated me."
"Oh?" Mo Mengchen looked at him suspiciously.
Hill said: "Humans will have two reactions when they are stimulated. I just didn't show the reactions they wanted to see."
This is an understatement.
Hill is clearly prepared to let the Pacers fans know how stupid they are.
Mo Mengchen was slightly relieved that if Hill was not affected, their chances of winning would be great. For the Pacers, their biggest advantage is Hill.
Mullin, an old drunkard, was not good at defending when he was young. Now that he is old, he can only be blind to the peak wing assaulter on Hill.
Tonight, Jerome Williams replaced Buckley as a starter again.
Frauss found that Williams was very energetic when he started, and indeed it can play the role of a ladle, but Barkley is getting worse.
After entering the playoffs, his weight dropped to 120 kg.
Since entering the 1990s, he has not been so "thin". This is good news, but it makes people unable to be happy for him, because he played a mess.
This season's playoffs will become a stain on Barkley's life, he played too bad, this performance makes it difficult for Fraises to have high hopes for him.
The Pacers have also fine-tuned the lineup.
Jaylen Rose replaced Mullin as the team's starting small forward.
This means that the wing of the Pacers is finally no longer an old and weak alcoholic, but a young and strong young man.
And Ross and Hill have a past that has to be mentioned.
The Five Tigers of Michigan is the eternal classic of the American college basketball. In 1991, they entered the University of Michigan. Head coach Steve Fisher immediately let the five men join the team as the starting lineup. This is also unique in the history of NCAA.
In 1990, the University of Michigan's record was 14 wins and 15 losses; in 1991, due to the arrival of the Five Tigers, their score became 25 wins and 9 losses, the first season reached the NCAA Finals, even if they lost to genius Wright Duke University in Nairobi and Hill, but in this final, 20.9 million families across the country watched the live broadcast, such a number is only behind the Super Bowl that year
After many years of meeting, the opponent was already a hot star in the NBA, but Ross was still struggling to survive in a backcountry like Indiana. He was waiting for an opportunity, and this major change tonight is his opportunity.
This will be a major turning point in his career.
Rose came to the field and he said to Hill: "The account that was seven years ago will come to you tonight!"
"I don't owe you anything," Hill said calmly. "We won the court."
Rose sneered: "Good luck!"
Sometimes there is a little luck between the strong and the weak, and luck is also part of the strength.
After the game started, Ratliff lived up to expectations and missed the jump. His teammates were already used to it, and they retired well, leaving no room for opponents.
Usually in the opening phase, the defense is very focused.
The Pacers like to make a variety of challenges to the patient's patience at this time. The 24-second attack is as stinky and long as 24 minutes.
They passed the ball for a long time, and had no chance, so Schmidz could play singles.
The Dutchman stood outside the paint area, just pushed a bit, and Ratliff gritted his teeth to stand in place. I saw that Schmidz's right foot was supporting the body. The body turned to the left, and the slender long arm lifted the ball like a left-turn jumper. Ratliff could not judge the true and false, and could only jump up and cover .
It's a fake!
Ratliff stared wide and watched Schmidz catch a comfortable right turn. The swindled Ratliff could no longer affect him. The attack ended.
2 to 0
"His fake just now can only cheat the three-year-old kid, Theo, how old are you?" Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and threw it to him.
Ratliff did not dare to look back. He served the ball honestly. After running to the frontcourt, he did not go down to the basket. He made a pick-and-roll shot from the free throw line.
Although Ratliff didn't have the courage to talk back to Mo Mengchen, his revenge was very strong, and the jumper at the free throw line was also reassuring. He bullied the Schmids high speed and could not defend to the free throw line, so Slowed down the shot, there is a long before the shot that people can't believe it is an adjustment in playing the game.
"Uh!"
2 to 2
Ratliff summoned the courage to spit at his opponent: "Slowly like a tractor, how could you prevent me?"
This is when the wind has leveled, the rain has stopped, and he feels that he has done it again.
The Dutch believes that it is necessary to punish the big commandments, so he ordered his teammates to stop passing the ball and give him the ball after halftime, he has to teach to be a man.
"Give me the ball!" Schmidz yelled.
Schmidz's long, slender body, with a bare head, looked murderous.
Mark Jackson is also bald. He glanced at Miller, who is also bald. The latter nodded.
So he passed the ball.
Mo Mengchen suddenly found that apart from Dale Davis, a black and stiff little presence, the Pacers players are mostly bald.
These bald parties have a very high tactical position. For example, Schmidz wants the ball to be the ball. This freedom of attack makes Ratliff envious.
As soon as he opened tonight, Schmidz took over the Pacers' offense. His heads-up was very stable. He listened to the familiar cheer on the familiar court. After two consecutive rounds, he penetrated the Ratliff defense.
This round is more regrettable than the last round is Ratliff's foul, this foul is not necessary.
Before Schmidz's free throw, Mo Mengchen had a small meeting on the perimeter.
"Jerome, from now on you are against the Dutch." Mo Mengchen instructed clearly.
"What?" Ratliff thought it was an insult to him.
Mo Mengchen said: "He is at the front, you help from the side, this is what you are best at. I never want to see your alone!"
Ratliff was not angry and could not refute. Who told him to be beaten twice?
Hill patted his shoulder as an encouragement.
Schmidz added a penalty, 5-2.
The moment Mo Mo Chen broke through Mark Jackson, he started calling the scalpel No. 1 tactics.
This tactic has become the regular play of the Pistons, and it does not require preparation in advance to quickly form opportunities.
Mo Mengchen launched his tactics after a successful breakthrough, because at this time the Pacers' defense line would be turbulent, which is more conducive to running out of opportunities.
Houston is the beneficiary of this tactic. His running position and jumper have no surpassing the team. More than half of the first end points of the scalpel tactic are on him.
Mo Mengchen passed the ball in time, the king of CIC jump shot, the basketball fell into the basket.
Byrd watching the fire from the other side, he increasingly felt that it was a mistake to choose the Pistons as the opponent in the semifinals.
This team is not only strong in tactics, but also highly disciplined, Mo Mengchen has enough authority to call everyone, and there is a combined version of Jordan and Pippen-for the Pacers, Hill is such a player.
The shooting is unstable, the defense is not flawed, you can blast the defense with one person, and you can also divide the ball after the Pacers targeted defense.
He is younger than Jordan and Pippen.
He can maintain that intensity for the whole game, let Rose as a substitute to die, and Bird is also a dead horse. He hopes that Rose can use his energy to create some trouble for Hill.
Judging from the opening, Hill is clearly disappeared. Is Rose defending well?
No, Bird soon discovered that it had nothing to do with Rose's defense.
Hill only selectively exerted force. The following round, Jackson hung the ball into the inside again and gave it to Schmidz.
Hill quickly wrapped up.
Schmidz had to pass the ball, and Hill had a good communication with Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen lurked in the pass, raised his long arm, and dropped Schmidz's inside pass. Houston followed to pick up the ball, and the piston's counterattack was in place.
The vitality of this team is terrible.
Houston wanted to make a quick attack, but unfortunately there was no chance. Miller came to the door like a grim reaper and knocked him down from the side.
"Fuck!" Houston is furious~EbookFREE.me~ Are you here to play? "
Miller sneered with a stinky face: "Shut up if you don't dare to do it, chirping soft eggs!"
"Do you think we dare not do it?"
A voice came from behind, and Miller's back was cold.
"Are you going to intervene?" Miller stared at Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen walked in front of Miller's ground, these cold eyes let Miller know that the other party did not regard him as a friend, at least not now: "If you want to start, we can accompany."
Before the situation intensified, the three referees stepped forward to pull the people away.
The referee made up a Miller T.
This blasted Miller: "My mother is a common foul!"
"Shut up, Reggie!"
The big bird roared, and Miller shut up decisively.