Chapter 71: Perfect cut

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　　The Pistons were instilled with a climax rarely seen in this era by the powerful Jazz.
　　Mo Mengchen's face was gloomy, Malone broke out, and Thorpe couldn't help it. This was justifiable. He and his teammates never expected Hill to be exploded by Morris.
　　 "Mo..."
"Don't talk to me!" Mo Mengchen's gloomy face didn't feel a trace of temperature, and his coldness made Hill shudder, "I thought of a shit, and this pulled his own again. , This is how I see you now."
　　 Hill sat silently.
　　 Dumas wanted to speak, but Collins went ahead.
　　 "JD, you come up to play the first position, Mo, you play the second position, Alan, your third position, Grant down to rest!" Collins also made an adjustment inside, "Terry, you replaced Theo."
　　 The Jazz system made the Pistons' defense very vulnerable. Malone exploded the inside line at one point. If the other points were lost, the game could not be played.
　　Mo Mengchen had already played a full section, Collins did not mean to replace him.
　　 The situation was so anxious that Mo Mengchen couldn't play for a minute, even if he didn't get a point in the first quarter.
　　 If it wasn't for him, the Pistons' offense showed in the first quarter, whether it was a double score or not.
　　 "Mo, you're overdone with Grant."
　　At the beginning of the second quarter, Dumas said to Mo Mengchen.
　　 "If it is you, I will not be merciful." Mo Mengchen's face was blank.
　　 "What do I call it? He is different. He has a good background. He graduated from Duke. He has been countless since his childhood. No one has ever treated him like this. You just really did." Dumas said.
"I don't think so," Mo Mengchen said. "There are too many people accustomed to him. Is this the first time he played this kind of performance? Someone told him before, how is his performance? I'll know later that even if he behaves so shit, he has to be scolded, no one can make an exception, including me!"
　　 Dumas knew that he could not persuade Mo Mengchen, this is a lunatic who is strict with himself and strict with others.
　　 "Forget it, what do I need to do?" Dumas asked.
　　 "I want to push Karl Malone to the left, and I want to cut off his connection with John 12."
　　 "John 12?"
　　 "This is an interesting nickname." Dumas smiled.
　　Mo Mengchen accidentally uttered the nickname for Stockton in The Bulls, which is really a poisonous novel...
In the second quarter, the Jazz retained the Utah Double Sha, but replaced Hornacek.
　　The person who replaced him was Jamal Watson, a second-round show who could not find an encyclopedia entry, and Mo Mengchen was not interested in him.
　　 "I heard that your knee has been overhauled three times?"
　　Mo Mengchen is not interested in him, does not mean that Watson is not interested in him.
　　 He met as soon as he met.
　　 Fortunately, he had no bad breath, and what Mo Mengchen had to do was to shut him up.
　　 Watson thought he was a good opponent, because he didn't score in the first quarter. If Watson is more careful, things will not be so simple.
　　 Although Mo Mengchen didn't score in the first quarter, he had 5 rebounds and 4 assists.
　　If he is really without threats, how could the Pistons not be willing to replace him?
　　 a cover,
　　Momon Chen cut out and Dumas passed the ball.
　　 "Damn, why did you miss it?" Sloan was going crazy.
　　 That's a devil who can shoot up to 50% and can throw two three-pointers per game!
Watson's loss of position was only for a moment, and the Jazz's defense was not fast enough. After Mo Mengchen took the ball, he directly held it up and did not adjust it. The poetic and wonderful shooting posture was less than a second. Finished the shot inside.
　　 fingers like guns, pointing straight to the basket.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 "What a beautiful shot?"
　　 "Dor.Mo's first goal tonight!"
　　 Griffiths, who has always had a stinky face, finally feels a little bit different: "This guy's shooting posture is very interesting."
　　 "It's finally opened."
　　 Little Dura thought that Mo Mengchen would not score tonight.
　　 "Do you know him?" Miller asked.
　　 "Dor.Mo is my friend. He also helped his father a while ago. This is a genius!" Little Dura laughed.
　　 Miller had heard about it, and at this time he also echoed a few words.
　　 "Can't you even run your legs overhauled three times?"
　　Walter tried to run out of space, and Mo Meng was like a ghost, following him.
　　 is not fun, it is not fun to match up with this guy!
What makes Walter desperate is not Mo Mengchen's defense, but his understanding of his own tactics. If this is not the first time the two sides have fought this season, he will have to wonder if this is his teammates who ran over to pretend, otherwise how would they deal with them? How familiar are your tactics?
　　 The wing-side tactics were strangled. Stockton was blocked by Dumars. At the moment, the only way for the Jazz to attack was to let Malone hold the ball for singles.
　　 This is their problem. Apart from Malone, there is a lack of capable offense.
Malone himself is also an insider who relies on off-ball positioning and defender feeding. His off-ball threat should be the largest of all power forwards. It is really difficult for him to afford the Jazz with his independent offensive ability. Can explain from the side why he frequently fell off the chain at critical moments.
　　 The violent first quarter has gone, Malone is back to normal, a high jumper hits the iron.
　　 "Sir..."
　　 One sentence of the Jazz's offensive rebounds has not yet been spoken, a shadow flying around to grab the ball, he seems to penetrate the future prophet.
　　 "It's Dor.Mo!"
Mo Mengchen snatched the rebound from the Jazz. Then, for a second, he kept a full one-handed long throw. Houston has reached the distance. He catches the ball at the basket and goes directly. The basket is scored.
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　　The Pistons chased 5 points in a row, and Sloan began to be anxious. This was not a good sign. After Hill went off, the Pistons entered the state instead.
　　 "No! Can't fight like this!"
　　 Sloan called out Antoine Kyle and Hornacek, and he needed them to go to the fire.
　　 had to maintain the tacit understanding on the field, not to save energy to expand the rotation, the Jazz did not have so many good players.
　　 This is also the disadvantage of a stable team all year round.
　　 can be said to be the Spurs before the Spurs. There is no lottery show all year round. I rely on a few core veterans to take them, and then find some engineer-type players to let them play like robots. This has been maintained for 13 years.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 In order to expand the rotation, the piston's defense flew around, which is bound to miss some people, such as Malone, who always walks in high positions.
　　 Malone got a comfortable space and hit a jumper.
　　 This is his 16th point tonight.
　　By his goal, the points difference doubled again.
　　 The tactic of tearing the defense with the conductive ball just now, from the first quarter to now they have played at least five times and succeeded three times...
　　Mo Mengchen recalled the progress of the pass, in turn, and the final connection, why did he always miss this point when he reached Malone?
　　 Malone is definitely the last person they want to miss.
　　 "I have to watch it again."
"what?"
　　Mo Mengchen suddenly spoke, scaring Dumas.
　　 "It's nothing." Mo Mengchen said, "He gives Alan more balls, he feels very hot."
　　 "If he hears you say this, he will probably be too excited to sleep tonight." Dumas smiled.
Mo Mengchen ran to the position where Houston was, his thumb pointed behind him, and the latter realized, just as he was bullying, he jumped up and used the former's body to help himself drag the defender. Watson, the idiot, did not know them at all. What are you thinking about?
　　 This is a tight fit in a small space. Under the guidance of Mo Mengchen, Houston got a shot and scored another three points.
　　 Sloan called a timeout directly.
　　 "Your defense is simply unbearable!" Sloan growled.
the other side.
　　 "Coach, I have enough rest." Hill asked.
　　Collins was about to speak, and Mo Mengchen asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure you are playing now will not disrupt our rhythm?"
　　 "As long as you treat me as a small character, you won't." Hill said.
　　 "Little character?" Mo Mengchen said, "Do you want to be a little character?"
　　Hill said heavily: "Yes, small characters. Screening, pick-and-roll, blocking, advancing, grabbing all counterattacks, as long as I can do it, I will do it, I just want to win!"
"Humph..."
　　 Mo Mengchen smiled, UU reading www. uukanshu.com makes it unclear what he means.
　　Collins was embarrassed and angry. The conversation between Hill and Mo Mengchen felt as if his opinion was not important.
　　 Hill's approach seemed to inform others that it was more important to convince Mo Mengchen than to persuade the coach.
　　Collins cannot tolerate this kind of thing.
　　 "No, I can't let you play, I don't know what state you are in."
　　However, Collins is also the coach, he will never let people ride his head over and over again.
　　 "Mo, you have a rest."
　　 Collins looked at Louis M. Lall again, "Get ready."
　　 Collins replaced Mo Mengchen with 3 points, 6 rebounds and 6 assists. No one knew what this was for, but what happened later made people know how stupid this substitution was.
　　 Suddenly no one passed the hot Houston feel, and the Pistons became an unruly team.
　　 Singles, constantly singles.
　　The remaining seven minutes of the first half, they were all singles, the Jazz outlined a reasonable offensive and defensive map for the fans at home, cutting the piston into fine pieces from the inside out.
At the end of the halftime, the Pistons led by 15 points.
　　 "What do you want to drink?"
　　 The team scored a big lead, as the host, Miller had a light on his face, and he also smiled at the guests around him.
　　 "Is the head coach of the Pistons filled with shit? If you didn't replace Dor.Mo, how could you lose so much?" Little Dura said unhappy.
　　 "Uh..." Miller laughed dryly, "Forget it, just a game."
　　 As a result, Dura Jr. still gave Collins a from the air: "Garbage!"