Chapter 472: I can't help him, I brought my head to eat

The King is ready, and the Pistons are underestimating the enemy. In the first quarter tonight, both sides played back and forth.
28 to 28, tied.
"This is a result that many people did not expect." The on-site commentator said, "This young team has a dazzling talent. Their performance in the past quarter of the game surprised their opponents."
Are you surprised? Not at all.
Mo Mengchen has long regarded the Kings as a potential competitor. This year, they have slowly realized their talents.
McGrady is no longer like the Raptors, there is a Carter around him, the King is fully training him, and he also returns to the team with rapid progress.
Not counting the game tonight, McGee is currently averaging 15 points, 6 rebounds and 3 assists. He is already a qualified starter. You know, he is still a high school player. Even if he has reached the second year of his career, he is also the youngest in the game. Players.
In the second quarter, the adjustment made by Westphal was to keep Hill on the field to maintain outside firepower, and Mo Mengchen took a rest.
Mo Mengchen came off with 7 points, 4 rebounds and 4 assists. He walked past Rashid without saying a word.
Rashid thought he would apologize to himself, but he didn't.
Buckley handed him the towel.
"Thank you." Mo Mengchen took the towel and wiped it.
The game continued on the field, and off the field, Barkley said: "You just overdone Rashid, he just wanted to cheer everyone on."
Come on with some swear words that will be silenced on TV shows?
Mo Mengchen asked: "When did you become a mother?"
Barkley is losing weight recently. He didn’t even enter the activation list during the game. The task every night is to sit on the sidelines and lead others to cheer for his teammates. As a veteran, he believes that it is his responsibility to coordinate the relations within the team. Responsibilities and obligations.
"Although he is a rough man, but his mind is very delicate, if you treat him like that, he will be sad." Buckley said.
Can't see this dead fat man also has such observation power?
Suddenly, Hill steals Tracy McGrady and fights back quickly.
Tracy McGrady turned and chased him, but was caught in Devil's Hill. He lost the foul and said that he hadn't stopped the latter from scoring.
"I'm not wrong, and will not change, this is how I lead the team." Mo Mengchen said.
At the first glance Barkley made no sense, and he stopped talking.
Fortunately, there is a hill in the team, otherwise how hard is everyone's life? Mo Mengchen has been more demanding this season than in the previous two seasons.
Barkley has never been a teammate with Jordan, Barry, and others (they are all famous and harsh ghosts)-the experience of the first team is not counted-he thought that even these three people, I am afraid that they will not be better than this person More brutal.
"What is your current weight?"
Mo Mengchen suddenly asked.
Barkley said embarrassedly: "129 kilograms, what's the matter?"
"Please, hurry up and give birth to the "child", compete for the starter, and give the guy a little pressure." Mo Mengchen glanced at Rashid. "Don't let him take the starter for granted."
The nickname Mo Mengchen gave Buckley was a pregnant woman. You want to say that Buckley recognized this nickname. That's nonsense, but what can he say? When he was the fattest, his belly was really like a pregnant woman in October, bulging, quite quite.
Now it has been reduced a bit, but the revolution has not yet succeeded.
"I'm not pregnant!" Buckley exasperated. (Hmm, he thought he didn’t know who the was?)
Mo Mengchen ignored him and watched the game intently.
Hill took part in almost every scoring for the Pistons during the five minutes leading the team alone in the second quarter.
Within five minutes, he beat McGrady, scoring 12 points, 5 rebounds and 4 assists.
When Westphal replaced him, he had obtained 19 points, 8 rebounds and 6 assists, while the opposite McGrady data and the first quarter did not change.
In other words, in this quarter, he was completely exploded by Hill.
It's no wonder that the man who countered him in the first quarter was Alan Houston.
Although Houston's defense is above average, but to limit talented men like McGrady is not enough, Hill is different.
It is not unreasonable for him to be called the first small forward of the season. It has an offensive and defensive body. Both offensive and defensive are the top level in the league.
Under his defense, Tracy McGrady could not make use of his talents and played very hard.
43 to 34
This is Mo Mengchen's score after playing.
Rashid and Brad Miller also played with him.
In addition to Rashad Lewis and Ricky Davis, who are already on the field, there are three rookies on the field.
Three 98-year rookies were all sent on the field.
And because Miller and Rashid are inside, Lewis can only play small forward. With a height of 206 cm, he is a small forward. He is not Durant. He does not have the coordination and agility of death. In addition to the shooting feel, all his talents are like inside, not outside.
Letting him play small forward is also a Westphaling move. He doesn't expect Lewis to do much better, he just wants to see the effect.
On the King's side, the three new stars Bibby, Nowitzki, and McGrady are all on the court.
This is their offensive round.
Bibi has been shadowed by Mo Mengchen in the first quarter. Now, he just glances at Mo Mengchen, and then quickly passes the ball like a frightened deer, hiding far away, fearing the other party because of this disrespectful An angry look at a glance.
Nowitzki took the ball against Rashid.
The four power forwards at the beginning of the century, although they were blocked by the media in mainland China, these two are indeed representatives of the power forward's heyday.
Rashid was only put on the field, and he was still a little bit ill at Momenchen, and he didn't pay much attention to Nowitzki's offense.
After two seconds, Rashid will pay for his contempt.
Although Nowitzki has a height of seven feet, his hand and foot coordination is no different from that of a two-meter forward. His movements are very stretched. This is what Rashid did not expect. The other party used an awkward in the paint area. However, the effective change of direction got rid of him and entered the basket with a low hand to lick the basket.
36 to 43
"Are you serious about defending?" Mo Mengchen came over and asked.
Rashid argued angrily: "I didn't pay attention!"
"Not paying attention? Can this be a reason?" Mo Mengchen threw the ball to him. "What do you think of the game?"
Rashid served the ball indignantly and set a big wish: "If the German red guy scores again on my head, my mother will tear this headband and eat it!"
The headband is innocent.
Mo Mengchen held the ball forward and did not intend to continue to stimulate Rashid.
Although there was a quarrel in the backcourt and came to the frontcourt, Rashid leaned back on the position of King Nuo, and Mo Mengchen also passed the ball.
Nowitzki deserves to use the big bird as a template but has not become a parallel. His shooting ability is indeed rare, and his physical quality and defense are very similar to Byrd.
At this time, everyone hasn't found that this is a future super giant that can drive the entire team on the offensive end, but needs an insider to wipe the buttocks.
Rashid carried Nowitzki's body and turned his straight arm to make a jump shot.
Uh!
45 to 36
Bibi politely controlled the ball professionally, and every second was like a thin ice, Mo Mengchen put too much pressure on him.
"Rookie, you better pass the ball!"
Mo Mengchen leaned up fiercely, and there was a tendency to eat you up if he was disobedient.
Bibi didn't dare to fight head to head and closed the ball with both hands, passing again to Nowitzki who was in a low position.
This time, Rashid's defense is more focused and treats Nowitzki as a real opponent.
However, this is still not enough.
Nowitzki dribble the ball with his right hand, as if looking for a neutral, but in fact want to find the rhythm of shooting under.
As a result, his confrontation gave Nowitzki a good offensive rhythm, and he quickly jumped up.
The seven-foot height is here, and although he does not jump high, as long as he has the upper hand, it is difficult for Rashid to block it.
Nowitzki's fingers flicked softly.
Everyone on the court stopped and the ball flew slowly into the basket.
38 to 45
Rashid stared at the basketball on the ground.
Behind him, Mo Mengchen came over and asked, "Do you want to eat by yourself or will I help you?"
Rashid's face twitched, confronting Mo Mengchen.
"what happened?"
Then, Roaring Tianzun slowly removed the headband and pinched it in the palm of his hand, and a few drops of sweat flowed out.
Really want to eat?
Thinking of the picture, Mo Mengchen's stomach rolled: "Save it, you won't be able to prevent him from eating ten balaclavas."
Lewis quickly sent the ball.
Mo Mengchen put Rashid in place and moved forward.
Howling Tianzun is embarrassing, is he eating or not? eat? Mo Mengchen doesn't care; don't eat? What to do without words.
His delay of a few seconds also led to the stagnation of the next attack.
Four in the frontcourt, five times, the king surrounded Momenchen as he wished. Seeing this scene, Rashid threw his headband to the side of the court and ran quickly to the frontcourt, just outside the three-point line. come.
Roaring Tianzun lifted the ball and hit a three-pointer.
"I think so, don't eat the headband." Mo Mengchen kept up with Rashid. "The Germans scored a goal, you got a goal, now you owe him a goal."
This proposal was in line with Rashid's wishes, and Tianzun roared and shouted: "It's so settled!"
Then, Nowitzki made another three-pointer from outside.
Rashid owed two goals.
Rasheed, who had no idea of ​​attacking, suddenly had a strong offensive desire, looking for opportunities on the offensive end to ask for a single.
Mo Mengchen won't give him the ball every time~EbookFREE.me~ This round, Lewis had a better chance. Outside the three-point line, McGrady lost people.
Mo Mengchen passed the ball out, but unfortunately, Lewis was not sure, he had not adapted to the NBA three-point line.
"Rookie, don't make it, don't blindly fuck! Give me the ball, you idiot!"
Rashid didn't dare to lose his temper with Mo Mengchen, but only got angry with the innocent rookie.
Lewis ran patheticly back to the backcourt.
The King finally discovered that Lewis had a big loophole, and transferred the ball from the consecutive scoring Nowitzki to McGrady.
McGrady singled Lewis in a row, and his height advantage was a tasteless outside defense. His speed could not keep up, the lateral movement was like a turtle, and his athletic ability was very general. Lewis was a smart stake in McGrady's eyes.
The king chased points continuously, so Rashid justified the rookie.