Chapter 471: Thunder Wrath

Mike Bibby's eyes locked on the opponent in front of him.
Dor.Mo, the man who was famous all over the United States three years ago, is now like a special symbol, engraved on the Pistons team logo.
He is not the strongest player in the league, not even the strongest in the Pistons. Everyone can accurately recognize this, but if you want to defeat the Pistons, you will have to pass him.
Last season's Eastern Conference finals, he almost made the Bulls defeat by himself.
Just missed the last goal.
For Bibby and other rookies who are new to the league, it is their dream to match Mo Mengchen and play a wonderful performance on him.
Now Mo Mengchen is in front of Bibby.
With a big wave of his hand, the Pistons set a V in the frontcourt, Rashid appeared on the left side, a body as strong as a brown bear blocked Bibby, and Mo Mengchen flashed a neutral block, seizing weaknesses that Nowitzki could not prevent. , Raised his hand and hit a hit.
4 to 6
"Rookie, put away your juggling set!"
This season, Mo Mengchen's other change in the game is particularly fond of bullying rookies.
Especially Bibby, a rookie who is optimistic about becoming a first-class defender in the future, cold and super rivalry that does not match his opponent's identity.
This kind of intensity of confrontation is used to deal with rookies, but Mo Mengchen is still tired of it, and Bibi becomes another victim.
Under Mo Mengchen's defense, he can't play with his hands and feet, and if it's not called a pick-and-roll, it's almost impossible to move.
Divac was about to come up to help but was stuck by Ben Wallace.
McGrady shouted loudly and ran past Bibby to get the ball and Alan Houston followed him.
Young geniuses and strong men.
McGrady grabbed the ball with one hand and was handsome, with a smile on his face. The ghost knew what he was doing. His smile disgusted Houston.
Suddenly, Tracy McGrady started, which used the dribble interval to confuse Houston's forced start speed. No one could do it except Hill.
McGrady is younger and more explosive.
In less than a second, McGrady struck two steps in a row, the first step was side by side with Houston, and the second step flung him to the edge. The light that flashed between the movements was eye-catching.
Rashid's eyes were quiet, he took the initiative to leave Nowitzki, quietly followed, trying to give McGrady a heavy hammer from behind.
Although Maddie has a pair of dead fish eyes, he is not a narrow-minded person. He has already seen Rashid's movements and deliberately slowed down to wait for him to keep up. Sophomore McGrady had already made such a decision on the field, and Rashid's initiative was used by him.
Rashid kept up with McGrady and covered the ball from behind. As a result, McGrady suddenly slowed down and roared Tianzun too much to catch it.
"Beep!"
The referee's whistle sounded harshly.
Rashid was so furious that he was furious, pointing at the referee's nose and yelling: "Fuck stink XX!"
Does the referee hear this? How can you deny such a clear foul? Who can punish this horde not only in the future?
Beep!
A technical foul occurred in an instant.
Rashid's anger was immediately full. If Hill didn't step forward to pull the people, you must blow the referee on the spot.
Westphal quickly called Jerome Williams: "Replace Rashid!"
Roaring Tianzun even scolded.
"What are you mad at?" Mo Mengchen approached Rashidra outside the court. "You didn't foul?"
Rashid said reluctantly: "I did."
"So the referee didn't wrong you, what are you angry about?" Mo Mengchen pressed.
Rashid's lips were shaking with anger, and he wanted to give the high school student a lesson. In the end, he was taught a lesson. How can I say that? Naturally have to be angry, don't you express your anger, and haven't been laughed to death? It's just that the referee's T is fueled by the fire, which made his anger.
Rashid could not respond to Mo Mengchen's question.
"Now let me sit down in the field honestly, don't scream on the field like an orangutan who can't find a mating partner!"
Mo Mengchen shouted at Rashid for a while, so shocked that Tianzun was afraid to answer.
Hill came over and brought Rashid off the court, pacifying him softly against his ears along the way.
Westphal was relieved to see this scene.
He likes to indulge players, even if there is a problem, he will not correct it in the first place. He is used to let players find problems themselves. Over time, discipline will become loose, and some people will do whatever they want.
This is what happened to his failure in the Sun.
The team he belongs to needs someone who can calm down the game. This must be one of the toughest players in history, but toughness and softness also won’t work. Excessive suppression will accumulate the resentment of the players. They also need a peacemaker. Haosheng enlightened this group of people.
It's been a month since I coached the Pistons, Westphal finally knows why Dean Osgers chose himself.
He can provide what this team lacks: making decisions on the spot.
This team can also make up for what he needs: discipline, combat power, potential.
"Rashid, if you can't control your emotions, I won't send you tonight."
Westphal, with a smile, spoke lightly and threatened.
Rashid sat down depressed, and no one talked.
Rashid's foul gave the Kings two free throws.
Bibby is preparing for a free throw.
Outside, Hill asked: "Why are you in such a fire?"
"Don't be afraid, I didn't send it to you." Mo Mengchen's words almost made Hill collapse.
What's his name? Don't be afraid? Is there a penny relationship with me? What am I afraid of?
Hill asked: "Then are you?"
Mo Mengchen looked at the referee who blew T for Rashid: "Ian Dunster, 21 years of ruling, rigorous style, focus on authority, especially zero tolerance for idiots like Rashid."
"How do you..." Knowing the word, Hill didn't say it. This is nonsense.
Mo Mengchen will do enough homework before the start of each game, including the referee, he will also inquire clearly.
This time Hill understood: "So you show him a play?"
Mo Mengchen no longer explained, Bibby also completed two free throws.
8 to 4
McGrady stretched lazily, only then he just thought about a twist, but he didn't expect to make Rashid down.
This made him full of energy, once again took the ball, against the king of the cast, can not wait to show the audience the horror talent God has given him.
"Look at this explosive start!"
Houston sneered disdainfully-naive imp, do you really think we are idiots?
McGrady ran along the bottom line and dunked to the basket. At this time, a black figure that was not like the inside but had a very fast speed suddenly came and hit his ball directly from the air to the rebound.
"Just help me to kill the little that is so hard!"
Rashid rose from the bench in excitement and shouted.
The rebound flew to Mo Mengchen's position. He didn't let the ball stay in the hand for even 0.1 seconds. He just added a force from the back of the ball to make it fly higher and faster.
Go!
Note that the devil is ahead!
Hill received this light pass, he heartily praised Mo Mengchen's consciousness, this pass is too fast, like two people sharing a brain.
Mo Mengchen knew what he should do better than him.
Hill just wanted to go down quickly, and Mo Mengchen pushed the ball directly to the highest point, guiding Hill to the frontcourt.
There is only a basket left in front of you and you can perform!
Hill hit the ball with one hand, smashing it simply and explosively, staying on the rim for nearly a second and slowly falling. He deliberately pulled the rim to protect himself. This move was seen by the fans as a provocation. The front row fans The screams were constant.
Hill smiled and put his right index finger to his mouth: "Hush..."
"!#!￥..."
Rashid stood up and frantically pulled his hatred: "Just kill this of mischief!"
Mo Mengchen noticed that the referee glanced at Rashid.
If he doesn't shut up again, the referee can give another T for all kinds of crimes.
The King attacked with all his strength, but the Pistons' defensive toughness was very strong. Houston took turns trapping McGrady. With the pegboard cap just now, McGrady didn't dare to attack at will.
Finally, Divac made a three-point shot from the perimeter and hit the iron.
"Okay, them!"
The meaning of Rashid's existence seems to be to help the piston's cultural quality build back 30 years.
Mo Mengchen gave up the counter attack and threw the ball to Hill, turned to stare at Rashid: "If you can't close your mouth, I will find someone to seal your stinky mouth with tape."
Rashid is one of the Pistons' least fear of Mo Mengchen.
Before tonight.
Already attacking ahead, Mo Mengchen remained in the backcourt, staring at Rashid: "Sit me down!"
An invisible force forced Rashid to retreat, he had to sit down.
No one here can be against Mo Mengchen.
He sat down.
Rashid sat sadly.
Rashid's eyes were everywhere, he was restless, and suddenly, he saw Lor was looking at him.
Also a 95th player, Lowe's position in the team is very low.
But he has been on this team longer than him and he should understand these things.
"Does he do this to everyone?" Rashid asked.
"Not exactly." Lor said with a smile.
Rashid is curious. Who is so good? For a man like him, Mo Mengchen doesn't save face, and in the face of the audience, who can make him treat him differently?
"Who is he different from?" Rashid asked.
Roll said: "His girlfriend."
Rashid was speechless.
He is a bad boy~EbookFREE.me~ Even if he comes from a famous school like North Carolina, from school to NBA, he is always accompanied by some bad off-site events.
No one has ever dared to do this to him.
He was sitting here now, recalling what had just happened, he was angry because Mo Mengchen did not leave him a face.
He embarrassed him in front of the team.
But why was he afraid at that time?
Because he did something wrong, he arrogantly hurt his team and affected others.
No one dared to stand up and accuse him before.
Mo Mengchen is the first.
Yes, I just did something wrong, I'm not afraid of him...
Rashid was immersed in his own world, and he didn't notice that Mo Mengchen forced Bibby to make a steal and counterattack to score.
The two sides tied.