Chapter 434: We might be able

"Microwave" Vinier Johnson witnessed the Bulls taking turns to attack the bad boy army, and then to achieve the dynasty and fight against the Pistons led by Mo Mengchen Hill.
He would sigh a ruthless destiny.
"Detroit has been in front of Michael three times, and now he has blocked doro and Grant twice." Only the intimate can feel the fate of fate. "Tonight's failure may destroy the Pistons and may make them. ."
Kenny Smith does not have the true feelings of Johnson. Although he retired from the Pistons, he only played here for a year.
If he wants to let him stand in the team, he will support the Pistons, but now the victory and defeat have been divided, he will not have so much emotion.
Tonight the Bulls let everyone see the temperament of the king.
"It's a pity, it's almost."
As the team's sponsor, Dura Jr. was at the scene, sitting next to Bill Davidson.
Seeing the Pistons leading from 19 points to defeating the last goal, this feeling is hard to describe.
Shannon Poser got up and said, "Bill, everything will pass."
Davidson is definitely one of the few fans among the nba bosses. Before Mo Mengchen transformed the Pistons, the team has been unable to make ends meet. Even if there was a glorious season, it just happened to neutralize the expenditure and income.
Because the Pistons have never had the kind of stars that can be promoted as the face of the league. In their most glorious era, they played the darkest basketball in history. They won the championship for two consecutive years, but basically only local fans entertain themselves. Yue, no one likes them, and no sponsors or advertisements will come to you.
Even in this case, Davidson did not give up the team.
Now the Pistons have become not only a strong team, but also a profitable team. In addition to lamenting how correct he was, he also did his best to support the team.
After the "indirect rebound" reward that Mo Mengchen initially proposed was recommended by Osgers, he didn't even open the board of directors, and directly pulled out the money in his own name.
Before the start of the game tonight, he thought the team could win because the team brutally bruised the Bulls in Game 6 and had a tie-breaker. What reason did he lose at home? They are younger and have home advantage. The Bulls are just a bunch of stubborn old men.
It was this group of stubborn old men that made him experience the most painful night since the acquisition of the Pistons.
"This group of young people must be sad." Davidson whispered.
He was sitting next to a white-haired old man. Anyone familiar with the Pistons must know him. His name was Jack McLowski, the former general manager of the Pistons, the helmsman behind the Bad Boys Corps, and the founder of the two consecutive crowns. .
He was invited to watch the game tonight. Now that he has retired, seeing such a game, he can't help but think of the events of the year.
"Bill, do you remember eight years ago?" McCloskey asked.
Davidson asked: "1990?"
"Yes, the same is the tiebreaker, the Eastern Conference finals, the Bulls to the Pistons, we won at the time." McCloskey said.
Recalling the achievements of the year may help restore mood.
Davidson sighed: "It's almost ten years now."
McCloskey laughed: "After the game, I met Michael in the parking lot. He asked me: Sir, can we win the Pistons once?"
Not only Davidson, but other shareholders and advertising sponsors in this room have seen it.
McCloskey looked at Piston No. 9 standing still on the field: "I told him: Michael, your time will come soon, soon."
Many fans burst into tears at the scene. This was a very close defeat. The Pistons are a better team, but their opponents are even greater.
They used experience and will to fill the gap in strength.
Jordan came to Mo Mengchen, this young man is undoubtedly the strongest opponent he has encountered in recent years.
"It's a good game, Mo." Jordan gently hugged Mo Menchen and said from the heart.
"We are not good enough." Mo Mengchen did not wish Jordan.
He left Jordan and walked aimlessly on the field.
Then he saw Ephraim and Adrian.
They must be very worried.
Mo Mengchen motioned for them to leave first, and he still had many things to deal with.
Mo Mengchen remembered last year.
At this time last year, they had already been eliminated by the Bulls, even if Hill was not injured, in terms of hard power, they were not the opponents of the peak bulls. Therefore, they did nothing to resist and defeated in five games.
At that time, he lost frankly and was not sad at all, because he set his sights on this year.
For this year, for this series, and for the overthrow of the Bulls dynasty, he has been strengthening his opponent's weaknesses from last year to now.
His speed, his strength, his offensive methods have all strengthened a lot.
He is worthy of anyone in this game tonight.
47 points, 15 rebounds and 10 assists.
No one can put the responsibility of losing on him. His scoring rebounds and assists are the highest in the game. He has used his full strength.
But won't win.
If he did not set this goal in advance for himself, he might not be so sad.
Since the crossing, he has done everything he wants to do, without failing, but this time, he overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent.
Mo Mengchen closed his eyes, not only the game tonight flashed in his mind, but also the dead Tevdara, the failed surgery, the cold at the beginning of the year, the failure of last season, the failure of the rookie season and that Car accident.
He had never experienced a car accident that haunted him like a nightmare.
Mo Mengchen turned around and walked towards the player channel.
This road is not long, he has traveled many times.
Going faster this time, he prefers to slow down so that he can see those losers like him-his teammates later.
As he walked to the door, Mo Mengchen's heart produced anger that was difficult to suppress.
If they can play good tactics!
If they can grind their teeth!
If Alan Houston can have a normal play!
If Grant Hill could throw the ball in!
If they can play like the regular season, we can't lose!
This bunch of useless bastards!
Mo Mengchen opened the door of the dressing room, and he would scold the gangsters.
He went inside and was about to speak, but saw Hill sitting on the bench.
He had taken off his jersey and wept bitterly, and Dumas comforted him.
Houston leaned back against the closet, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Each of them hung a face belonging to the loser.
The only thing Mo Mengchen could feel from this room was the bitterness of failure.
He couldn't scold it out.
A few minutes later, Frauss walked in. He closed the locker room door, came to the players, and wiped off the tactics on the tactical board-these ridiculous tactics were not beaten tonight.
In the face of this group of young people who had experienced the worst losses in his career, he didn't know what to say.
He is not much older than them, and his experience may not be as good as some veterans who have been in the league for many years. Tonight, the Pistons only lost one goal to the Bulls, but the gap between him and the Zen Master is more than one goal.
From the beginning to the end of this series, his confrontation with the Zen Master never prevailed.
The final foul tonight is the difference between him and the Zen master.
He kept asking himself, if it were him, would there be such an arrangement?
No, he won't do it.
Even if Hill's free throw percentage is only 50%.
Frauss believes that even if the last person to receive the ball is Mo Mengchen, the Zen Master will foul players because they are not betting on two free throws, they accept the result of two free throws, as long as the ball is in their hands, They have the initiative.
Without saying a word, Fraises put down all the information and walked out of the locker room silently.
The dressing room is quiet.
Quietly a bit scary.
Mo Mengchen stood up and said, "Do you want to hear me say a few words?"
Everyone looked at him, and no one answered.
Only if you default.
Mo Mengchen said: "I don't know what I should say, maybe I should scold you, and many of you have let me down."
"This year, we have been very successful, playing the best record in team history, everyone thinks this year belongs to us."
"Before the game ended, perhaps many people believed that we could end the Bulls' rule. As a result, we lost ground, just like two years ago, we lost the game in the last few seconds."
"However, if there is only success but no failure; only satisfaction but no loss; only good but not bad, then we should live in paradise. Here is not paradise, good things will happen, bad things will also happen-many good things happen to us, So something bad should happen."
"It's really sad to lose to the same opponent for two consecutive years. I don't know how to digest this feeling, but now I need you to raise your head, wipe your tears, and pack your luggage. You know what is waiting for us outside."
"Media from all over the world, fans from all over the city, they want to see what we look like after our failure. What do you want them to see? Is it frustrated or stubborn? Are they leaving with their heads up or fleeing sadly?"
"So people are watching us~EbookFREE.me~ There are many people who want to spread salt on our wounds."
"I hope you cheer up and don't let them succeed."
"We have nothing at this moment, does not mean that we will never accomplish nothing."
"Our journey this year ends here, indicating that we are not perfect enough. We do not know the secrets of winning like the Bulls. They are the winners. They have always been. They know why they are here."
"They are great, we can't."
"But they are very old, we are very young."
"So, I think, maybe we can, after a long time, when we become old men like them, we can smile and tell the young people around us how we put this bitter bitter defeat, in Our hearts are filled with the fragrance of flowers. If there is one day, I believe we will return here next year, and it is much stronger than it is now." Remember this website, www. biquxu. Com, easy to read next time, or enter "" on Baidu to enter this site