Chapter 910: Collins' secret calculation

Time: 21:00 on June 14, 2002.
　　 Location: Sleep Train Arena, Sacramento, California.
　　 Background: "I've had enough kicking by Dor.Mo!"
Shortly after the massacre night of 42 minutes, there was an intriguing rumor in the rumor zone.
　　 "Doug Collins was furious after the game, angered all the team members, and expressed with unshakable determination that he would never let Dor. Mo ride on their heads again."
　　After hearing the news, the Los Angeles media that has been on fire in its backyard will certainly not let go of the opportunity to molest brother cities that belong to the same California area: "The Lakers are willing to trade Dor.Mo for the first round of this year's draft picks."
After 　　, major cities have been influenced by rumors one after another, citing this perhaps nonexistent remark, and then carrying out naked molesting.
　　 In just a few days, the news spread everywhere, even if Collins wanted to deny it, no one believed it.
　　 The first four games were tied by both sides, and each of them lost one home. The battle of Tianwang Mountain is coming. This is the king's last home game. They must win.
　　 To this end, the Kings made a thorough preparation.
　　Before the game, the King's boss Maruf brothers followed the immortal commander of the ages, came to the frontline locker room, and made a promise: "If you win this game tonight, the playoff bonus will triple!"
　　 players inquired about the big joy and shouted long live the boss. If it is not a male or a male who accepts or does not accept a relationship, maybe the Maruf brothers know what fractured love is.
　　 That night, the sleep train arena was full of fans.
　　 After the Pistons entered the stadium, they enjoyed the highest standard boos.
　　 The deafening boos lasted fifteen minutes, and if they had to switch to cheers to welcome the Kings, they would last longer.
　　 It is funny because the boos are too hard. When welcoming the Kings, the momentum is obviously not as great as the "welcome" piston.
　　The Maruf brothers sat on the sidelines, next to them were the team's general manager, Geoff Petrie, several famous retired jerseys, plus the local rich merchants of Sacramento that the Maruf brothers specially invited.
　　 To the disappointment of the Maruf brothers, most of these people came to Dor.Mo.
　　In their eyes, Dor.Mo is not just a player, but also a decisive businessman.
Google, YouTube, must die... He was on the Internet before the new century, and now the Internet is developing rapidly. At the time, the Internet business that he bought cheaply or developed vigorously has turned hundreds or thousands of times, just every year. The advertising revenue is enough to compare with the worth of some wealthy businessmen who came to the scene tonight.
　　 Such a guy, even with such a big net worth, and sweat all day on the court? What a hell.
　　 The opening warm-up, Mo Mengchen kept looking at the opposite, that is the King's coach seat.
　　 "What do you see?" Hill asked.
　　 "Out of politeness, I should go and ask." Mo Mengchen said.
　　Ask me, please? Hill smiled bitterly, he didn't understand others, could he not understand Mo Mengchen? If this guy really walks over, it is definitely not just a good question.
　　 The game is about to start. Hill doesn’t want to get out of the way, and he doesn’t want Mo Mengchen to provoke Collins, but if he is not careful, people will slip away from him.
　　 "You stop!"
　　Dor.Mo goes faster and faster.
　　Hill couldn't keep anyone at all, only to watch him walk to the king's bench.
Seeing Mo Mengchen, Collins was puzzled, but he could roughly guess his intentions. Although the rumours and rumors about him were basically true, he would never admit in person that if Mo Mengchen pressed him, he could take this Make fun of this hypocritical Austral man with a narrow temperament.
　　 "Mo, is there something?" The iconic hypocrisy smile, was Hill's face hurting the game by deceiving the brain into the water?
　　 "Nothing important, in order to protect your reputation, I must clarify one thing."
　　Mo Mengchen spoke in front of the King's coaching staff and their players.
　　 Collins' face changed, what did this guy want to do?
　　 Clarify the message? Mo Mengchen would never be so kind.
　　 He and Mo Mengchen's apprenticeship had been cut off as he was kicked out of the Pistons, and they only left each other with hatred and endless disgust.
　　 "Oh?" Collins wanted to know what he wanted to clarify.
　　 "I swear in the name of my parents," Mo Mengchen said, "I promise in the name of Dor. Mo that I have never kicked Doug's ass."
　　 Everyone's face changed.
"It's gratifying to watch him roll out of Detroit sullenly. Why should I beat the water dog down?" Mo Mengchen ignored Collins, whose face was rapidly turning black, and asked Maddie and Nowitzki, who were dumbfounded, "I think, you Don’t you stretch your legs against a dead dog by the road?"
　　 How dare they answer?
　　 Collins couldn't maintain his gentleman's demeanor at all, and was about to yell at the exit. Mo Mengchen turned around without turning back: "The clarification is done, coach, no need to thank."
　　 "This shameless villain!" Collins was furious. In the public, he rarely failed to manage his expression. The reporters around him took all the scenes of his anxiety and corruption. These photos will cause widespread speculation after the game.
　　What did Dor.Mo say to Doug Collins?
　　 This problem will be passed on forever.
　　 But neither the fans nor the media will get an answer.
　　Dor.Mo said that if he did it, he would not beat the water dog, and Collins would not expose himself.
　　 Collins was so irritated by Mormon's dust that he called Bowen, this is a long-established alignment: "I want you to align with Dor.Mo, do you know what this means?"
　　 means I will be sad.
　　 Bowen is ready to face all disasters: "I know, I will defend as much as you want."
　　 "No, I allow you to play freely, as long as it is for victory!" Collins gritted his teeth and stared at Mo Mengchen in the distance. "Everything is just, not to mention dealing with such a tortoise king who is worth a thousand swords!"
　　 Bowen is not an idiot. He mixed up from the bottom to understand the hints in Collins' words.
　　 But Mo Mengchen's tricks have all been taught by him, and Bowen's methods are simply not available in front of him.
　　 No, let alone use it, Bowen will be treated as a counterattack every time he has a bad heart for Mo Mengchen, and the referee has no awareness, but he is made a violent counterattack without backhand.
　　Thinking about the horrific accidents that happened to him, Bowen was very cool.
　　 "Have you heard?" Collins asked again and again.
　　 Bowen seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and replied: "I heard it."
"Go, no one knows better than me how good you are, Bruce, your performance deserves a big contract." Collins said leisurely, "Tonight our boss's boss is on the scene, I know you deserve a big contract. , But the boss doesn’t know, you have to show your performance."
　　Ordering by orders alone may not be enough, but there must be a brave man under the reward, not to mention Bowen, the lost draft?
　　 He looked at Collins fieryly: "I will prove that I am worthy of a big contract!"
　　 Collins looked at the elegant face with a very cold smile: "Go, the 20,000 fans in the sleep train arena are watching you!"
　　 Command, lure, reward.
　　 Collins is well aware of the player's psychology, he is indeed not a tactical master coach, but he is good at grasping people's hearts, he knows that Bowen will definitely use any means in order to be appreciated.
　　 Collins not only asked the team to win the match point tonight, he also wanted to see Mo Mengchen's body countless people are unwilling to see, but there must be a large number of people who will pat the thighs with emotion like God's eye-opening tragedy.
　　 Players from both sides play separately.
　　 This is the fifth game of the finals. The Pistons are still the original five people. The King is also the original five people. There is no change between the two sides.
　　The referee threw the ball.
　　Curry took off as usual, but the ball was clearly tilted to the position of Divac, and his long arm did not come in handy.
　　The King won the opening ball for the first time in the finals.
　　 Like the Pistons, they like to grab the start and get the ball right. McGrady immediately dribble to the front. Hill's defense just arrived. He opened his hand and changed the direction. The range is huge.
In a blink of an eye, McGrady scored the rim and scored.
　　 2 to 0
　　 "That's it!" The Maruf brothers applauded in unison.
　　Curry picked up the ball and sent it out.
　　Mo Mengchen said, "Call me a pick-and-roll."
　　 Curry answered.
　　 They went to the frontcourt together. Then, Bowen took the initiative to find Mo Mengchen, and Curry froze on the spot.
　　 Seeing such a big surprise, Mo Mengchen couldn't help but looked at Collins at the side of the field~EbookFREE.me~ He was laughing.
　　 This smile is like saying: Are you satisfied with the surprise I prepared?
　　 "Let Bruce Bowen defend Dor.Mo? This is a bold change of defense."
　　 "Each team will let the best defenders defend Dor.Mo. Preventing Dor.Mo is equivalent to defending the Pistons by 50%!"
　　Curry noticed that Mo Mengchen's eyes hinted that the original pick-and-roll offense had become a more delicate high-hand hand coordination.
　　Mo Mengchen first passed the ball to him and ran over with his body as a cover.
However, not far away, Mo Mengchen ran back, suddenly turned around, accelerated away, passed the hand from the hand to the position of the ball, returned the ball from Curry's hand, and then blocked Bowen with Curry's body. , Bullying Divac can not come out of defense, the top of the arc three-pointer will throw.
　　 3 to 2
　　 "Is your IQ falling out with your hair?" Mo Mengchen asked leisurely, and he turned to Collins, who took him to the Pistons. "Doug, why didn't anyone defend me just now?"
　　 Collins clenched his fists, he could not rebuke Bowen for this defense, he had to hold back and continue watching.
　　 The king kept the essence of the eight-second offense, and he was not limited to tactics. Tracy McGrady circled out again, rushed, and gave it to Nowitzki. The German right-wing shot from the high post.
　　 exactly eight seconds.
　　 4 to 3
　　Good touch is the foundation of success.