Chapter 898: Superstar power

Iverson dragged his leg and Mo Mengchen faced off.
　　The last attack in the third quarter, Mo Mengchen's defense is perfect, the only problem is that Iverson's shot is not covered.
　　With Iverson's feel at the time, the defense that does not cover the ball, no matter how good the defense is, there is only one result in the end.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 70 to 78
　　 This is the score at the end of the third quarter.
　　Iverson scored 18 points in the third quarter, and now has 38 points, 5 rebounds and 3 assists.
As his opponent, Mo Mengchen also produced an equal amount of performance: 30 points, 7 rebounds and 5 assists. His offense was not as dazzling as Iverson, because the latter all rely on his personal ability to fight, and he except for two records. In addition to shooting three points from Iverson, almost all of them ran out of open spaces and scored by Princeton's operation.
　　 Resting between sessions, Iverson's legs were shaking.
　　 He has tried his best, but they are still 8 points behind the Pistons.
　　 "AI, do you need to rest?" Larry Brown thinks that Iverson needs to stay on the court, but he also looks at the opponent's situation.
　　 In the last section, he wants Iverson to make his own decision.
　　 "Coach, I can stick to it."
　　 By this time, the grudges of Iverson and Brown had disappeared.
　　The current enemy, ball rights, boss, selfishness or selflessness, it does not matter, they get together, not to fight for these things.
　　 "You have paid enough, if you want to rest for a few minutes, I can fully understand." Brown said.
　　 How long do you take a break? Iverson dreamed, but he couldn't come down to rest.
　　Because he stopped playing, sitting on the court, the pain of his ankle would invade his body. Even if he still had the courage to play, he would not be in such a good state. He must continue to play.
　　 "Here is the lead, coach." Iverson stood on the spot, "but I refuse."
　　The Piston side, Westfalt deliberately asked Iverson's injury: "Mo, do you think AI's ankle injury is serious?"
　　 "Maybe it wasn't very serious at first, but it's hard to say now." Mo Mengchen glanced at Iverson across from him.
　　Westphal said: "If I want you to concentrate on attacking him, can you do it?"
　　 "Is it at risk?" Mo Mengchen smiled faintly, "I like it."
"It seems that you also don't want to watch him get more points than you with one foot." Westphal picked up the tactical board and drew a clear tactical picture. "When the game starts, everyone We must obey Mo's schedule, and Princeton is no longer our primary tactic."
　　 listened to Westphal's command, the scene sounded, and the inter-day break was over.
　　Mo Mengchen slowly hung the towel on his shoulder to the bench seat, and there was a sense of detachment between him and him.
　　 "One section left..." Medela looked at the score.
　　 We are only 8 points behind.
　　 Iverson gritted his teeth, which meant they needed to work harder than in the third quarter.
　　 Before the opening, Duncan walked to Iverson's side and said: "If Dor.Mo breaks through you, don't have to chase, I'm behind you."
　　 "Understanding." Iverson said.
　　 Then, the frontcourt whistle sounded and the ball was delivered to Mo Mengchen's hand. The fourth quarter started.
　　Iverson stepped forward to meet Mo Mengchen, and then there seemed to be a wind blowing in front of him. Mo Mengchen's first step started, and it happened to be Iverson's injured right foot. He couldn't react at all.
　　 The defense was destroyed in an instant.
　　 Duncan came to the outside of the paint area to assist defense. Mo Mengchen made a rainbow throw at a distance of one meter. Ren Duncan was tricky and could not stop his shot.
　　 The ball flies high and the hollow enters the net.
　　 80 to 70
　　Iverson wants to fight back, just like the third quarter, he is unstoppable.
　　 Duncan sent the ball, he turned around, and then saw Mo Mengchen in front of him.
what?
　　 "Oh my god, the audience is pressing?"
　　 "The Pistons hit the audience as soon as the fourth quarter opened!"
　　Westphal gave Mo Mengchen full command, but it was full command, then not only offensive, but also of defense.
　　Iverson played in the second and third quarters, and then in the fourth quarter, if he was not injured, his physical strength might be able to support it. Now it is different, and the foot injury will only get worse.
　　 It was at this time that he had a high-intensity full-field press.
　　 Only passing can solve the problem, but if the ball is passed out, at Iverson’s current speed, it will be difficult for him to get rid of Mo Mengchen to catch the ball.
　　 The situation in front of me was so critical, but Iverson was not given much time to think.
　　 Mo Menchen and Hill’s binders soon came to him. The strength of the two men’s binders was so great that he had already learned, and he never wanted to continue to teach in this situation.
"Danger!"
In the exclamation of the audience, Iverson passed the ball to Duncan.
　　 The 76ers actually fell to the point where the big man took the ball through the half, and the stressful defense made it difficult for the people on the scene to breathe.
　　 They stumbled into the frontcourt, the formation was completely disrupted, like a herbivore encountering a predator, everyone is in danger.
　　Iverson kept running, as if he could not die.
　　 his enthusiasm is worth affirming, but the person who defends him is Dor.Mo.
　　Duncan wanted to put the ball in his hand, but his movement was destined to be in vain, even if there were teammates covering, the Pistons' defense could keep up.
　　 Duncan stood helplessly on the free throw line, Curry's defense slowly approached, and now he must attack himself.
　　 Duncanto flicked the ball, clicked Curry, dribble deep, and layup was missed. Restarted under the basket, clicked, still did not enter.
　　 Curry was angry and anxious. His strength was not as good as that of Duncan, and he was stuck in a very general position. Duncan made three offensive rebounds.
　　 72 to 80
　　 is in progress, but the goal is very difficult.
　　 If they play like this, they can maintain the gap of 8 points and they are already considered to have completed the task. How can they overtake the score?
　　If I want you to concentrate on attacking him, can you do it?
　　Westphal's words sounded in Mo Mengchen's mind. What does it mean to have the firepower fully on? Is it a persistent singles holding the ball and attacking Iverson's injured foot?
　　 No, then it would only arouse his bloodiness.
　　Mo Mengchen would not do that.
　　 "I'm tired of the one-step breakthrough you score." Mo Mengchen suddenly closed the ball.
　　Iverson's complexion changed, only to see Mo Mengchen pass the ball to Rashid who ran to a high position. Then, he began to move through Rashid's cover.
　　If Iverson doesn't keep up, Mo Mengchen can break down their defenses just by running.
　　 When attacking, in order to receive the ball, Iverson can run at all costs, but when defending, is this kind of perseverance still the same?
　　 He gave the answer.
　　Mo Mengchen didn't get rid of him. He took Iverson and ran around the whole position for two laps for 15 seconds in a row. They didn't stop for a second.
　　 This guy is really tough enough. His ankles should have been painful and unbearable. Every step is a burden for him, but he follows up and uses a fast speed.
　　 Just, very sorry.
　　 Curry's ball-less screen eventually blocked Iverson at the intersection.
　　The 45-point three-point line on the right side, Mo Mengchen ran out, Hill at the bottom corner shifted the ball to his side, the defender had disappeared, and only the open space was left for Mo Mengchen.
　　 "NO!!"
　　The Phillies are shouting.
　　 This season's MVP open three-pointer shot, the iconic shooting posture, pistol-like fingers point to the basket, and he turned directly after landing, as if the result is destined.
　　 83 to 72
　　 "God, why?" The fans shouted unwillingly.
　　Iverson's eyebrows were cold, and Mo Mengchen turned his defense on the running position. He made a three-pointer and he would never succumb.
　　 "I don't want to lose to you anymore."
　　Iverson repeated this sentence in his heart. He ran to the front court empty-handed, and clearly the Pistons did not press the audience this time.
"Like you, you can't run fast, you can't jump high, you have the right to attack the ball, and you defend the pure colander. Why do you insist on staying on the field?" Mo Mengchen's ball-free confrontation gradually wrapped up Iverson's body. "I really Are tired of playing against you, would you please get off the court?"
　　 Iverson was out of anger, stubbornly elbowed against Mo Mengchen's chest, pushed Mo Mengchen's body, and ran to the top of the arc to catch the ball.
　　 He jumped up and started to shoot the basket. Then, the shadow shrouded from the side, and a huge crisis came, just like the thunder from nine days ago, coldly split on his head.
　　 "Dor.Mo..."
　　One second after Mormon's blood cap Iverson~EbookFREE.me~The sideline referee whistle: "Three-point shooting foul!"
　　 heard the words, Mo Mengchen turned coldly to look at the referee.
　　 The referee at that side didn't dare to catch this look, "Raise your hand!"
　　He only dare to say so.
　　Mo Mengchen stood on the spot, staring at him coldly, "I fouled?"
　　 "Dor.Mo, raise your hand!" Obviously Mo Mengchen didn't move at all, but the referee was shocked by his momentum, so he yelled and yelled for himself.
　　 Then, the other two referees came.
　　Mo Mengchen slowly raised his hand. In an official sense, he admitted the foul.
"I heard that the referee guild has a monthly performance evaluation. If some people often make wrong judgments, they will be punished accordingly." Mo Mengchen looked at the young side referee with a smile. "A young referee like you , Should have a very long career, what do you say?"
　　 The referee was afraid of other problems, and said quickly: "Mo, since you have admitted the foul, let the AI ​​make a free throw."
　　 Dealing with referees is a subject~EbookFREE.me~ Asked, Mo Mengchen never clearly showed disrespect to the referee, but he would use various extreme means to show his dissatisfaction with the penalty.
　　 The young line referee is very likely not to dare to blow his foul all night because of this flagrant threat.
　　Iverson is preparing three free throws.
　　 These three free throws, he hit two goals, personal score reached 40 points.
　　 74 to 83
　　 "Who will save you next time?" Iverson heard him say this when he ran past Mo Mengchen.
　　 "You don't talk nonsense!" Iverson turned back to Mo Mengchen and said, "I'm waiting for you to call!"