chsdbacks Chapter 239
Chapter 239
Chapter 239
45 is better than 43
The Jazz bite very tightly, and the cooperation between Malone and Stockton is perfect.
There are only 2 minutes left in the first half. If the rhythm is not well controlled, the 2-point advantage is not a lead at all.
The ball fell into Hill's hands, and he didn't seem to want to entangle with the Jazz anymore. Ratliff quickly ran forward and erected an impenetrable wall of sighs.
"Grant Hill just needs a silver lining!"
Devil Mountain's open opportunity only appeared for a few seconds, which was enough time for him to forcefully pull up and use this little space to shoot and score.
"Shh!"
47 is better than 43
Mo Mengchen returned to the defense quickly, this is the value of Hill, at such a moment, if they need someone to come out and break the situation roughly by personal ability, he is the most suitable candidate.
Although Mo Mengchen also hopes that he can solve any problems like Bird and become a hero at critical moments.It's just that he needs to recognize the reality, the system can't let him soar, even if he can become that kind of player in the future, it will take time.
Regardless, some things just take time.
Stockton dribbled forward, and Mo Mengchen stepped forward to put pressure.
Once upon a time, Mo Mengchen couldn't defend against anyone, but now, he has almost become a nightmare for old players like Stockton who rely on consciousness and skills to make ends meet.
He has height, he has top-notch lateral speed, and he has top-notch upper and lower body strength, and these strengths bring an extremely powerful confrontation.In terms of strength, apart from his core strength, he has no obvious weaknesses. Stockton is not the kind of defender who is good at attacking from behind, so he cannot take advantage of Mo Mengchen's weakness in core strength.
Malone is well aware of how difficult his partner is in at the moment, and he wants to help, so he runs high from the basket.
Barkley thought they were going to play a pick-and-roll again, and he only wanted to prevent Stockton from breaking through, but he let Malone go.
Mo Mengchen was furious and tried to interfere, but it was limited.
He didn't have time to scold Barkley, because the round was not over yet, and Malone didn't seize the opportunity. This shot hit the front of the basket, followed by a battle-like scramble.
Russell jumped up, grabbed the ball, hit the ground and passed it to Ostertag under the basket.
Seeing that the goal was about to be scored, Hill jumped into the air and gave a heavy cap, but twisted his foot when he landed.
Russell grabbed the ball again, but still didn't attack, because Hornacek had already slipped in, and passed the ball hand-to-hand in a small space. Before Hornacek could lift the ball up, Mo Mengchen shot like lightning, cutting dropped his ball.
The ball hits Hornacek's foot and goes out of bounds.
"These two groups seem to be making the last attack and the last defense. They are desperate!"
"But there was one minute left in the first half."
The Jazz were a little disappointed when they failed to hit the goal. Fortunately, they are veterans who know how to adjust themselves, comforted each other, and retreated.
Mo Mengchen was about to get angry at Barkley when he saw Hill limping.
"What's wrong?" Mo Mengchen asked.
Hill's mouth twitched in pain: "It's twisted."
"Do you need a timeout?" the referee came over and asked.
"Need!" Mo Mengchen nodded.
Hill sat on the ground, and Mo Mengchen checked him on the spot, and team doctor David Wise quickly ran up.
"Maybe it was just a slight twist, and there is nothing wrong with the bones." Wise said.
I hope so.
Mo Mengchen asked them to take Hill off the stage, his eyes were as cold as a piece of iron, and he stared straight at Barkley.
"what happened?"
His look almost made Barkley think he was the one who hurt Hill.
"I'll tell you later." Mo Mengchen said.
At halftime, the Jazz failed to tie the score as they planned, 49 to 45.
"They scored 45 points in the half, and Karl Malone scored 25 points alone. Charles, do you have anything to say?" Mo Mengchen asked.
Barkley's thick skin is well known, and he doesn't think his defense is poor at all: "Everyone explodes, you have to understand."
Some people laughed.
Collins sneered in his heart. If he could defend as hard as he did in offense, even if he still couldn't defend Malone, he wouldn't let him score so easily.
Collins was just about to open his mouth to deploy the plan for the second half, because Barkley's slack on the defensive end has not been a day or two.
"Really? What if it's because you didn't try hard enough?"
The locker room fell silent, and Mo Mengchen's words seemed to carry echoes, echoing over and over again.
What if it's because you didn't try hard enough?
How dare he talk to Barkley like that?
Barkley realized that this was not a joke, he put away his smiling face: "Boy, do you say I don't work hard?"
"For Ma Long's back hit, you just stood behind him and didn't give him any resistance at all."
"This is their home court. Didn't you see how strict the referee is?"
"It's always Theo who runs first when there's a breakthrough, what are you doing?"
"Theo's help defense is better than mine"
"Really?" Mo Mengchen's voice turned cold, "Then what does it mean that you stand under the basket and let Karl Malone shoot every time they pick and roll?"
"I"
"You want to stop Stockton's breakthrough, you want to say that, right?" Mo Mengchen interrupted him, "You just don't fucking work hard!"
This storm came suddenly, and Collins always thought that Mo Mengchen would only put pressure on their coaching staff, but he never expected that he would shoot at Barkley, who seemed the most difficult to provoke.
Barkley blushed and yelled, "You can't ask me to play offense and play defense!"
Mo Mengchen sneered, "That's why you don't have a ring, you bastard."
"What did you say?!" Buckley grabbed Mo Mengchen's collar.
"You should be ashamed, Chuck." Mo Mengchen knocked off Barkley's hand, "You have such a great talent, such great energy, but you only know how to shirk with some stupid reasons, you can obviously become a better Players can't be strict with themselves."
"You always stress that you want to win, but what do you do? I make you lose weight, you push three blocks; I make you train more, you always use age to shirk; now we need to win, what do you say to me? You can't Take offense and defense at the same time? Good! Then don’t fucking attack, can you guarantee to do a good job of defense?”
Barkley was cornered by Mo Mengchen unknowingly.
Buckley gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait and see, damn it!"
Mo Mengchen turned around, his eyes were like the atmosphere of the North Pole, freezing everyone in the room: "The important thing is whether you try your best, and it doesn't make any sense to shout beautiful slogans!"
"If each of you is as slack as this fat pig, even if we get into the playoffs by chance, the result will not be better than last season!"
There is only one voice in the room.
Everyone dared not speak up, and even Collins was not sure if he should speak.
"What are you doing, making such a big fuss?"
The soft voice is like the spring breeze that melts the rain, soothing everyone's mood.
The only time the Pistons miss Mom is when Dad is angry.
Now, mom is back.
Mo Mengchen looked at him: "How is it?"
"It's much better," Hill said. "I can play the second half."
In an instant, the locker room was full of voices, only Barkley was frowning.
He was very disappointed because he regarded Mo Mengchen as his brother, but Mo Mengchen embarrassed him in front of the whole team, which made him extremely sad.
Collins didn't say a word throughout the intermission.
It was also today that the coaching staff including Collins realized the extent of Mo Mengchen's prestige in the team.
Collins and Jones glanced at each other.
From the beginning, they picked the wrong opponent.
Whatever system they want to implement within the team, they need another person's consent.
Collins just chose to run and bomb, a system that Mo Mengchen could accept, otherwise, Mo Mengchen would be the vanguard against him.
Even if Collins chose a system that made him comfortable, they are now on opposite sides for various reasons.
It's just that Collins can't do anything anymore, because the outcome of this war has been decided, he is just a puppet now, and Mo Mengchen has just done his work.
Looking at this group of players who seemed to have been doped, Collins found that a lot of countermeasures he had prepared were jokes.
"Chuck, don't blame Dad."
Houston noticed Barkley's displeasure, walked up to him, and spoke softly.
"I'm not fucking like that bastard!" Barkley murmured, "Isn't it just fucking defense? What's the problem?!"
If he really thinks so, Houston will be very happy, even if he is like O'Neill, the bigger the size, the smaller the mind.
"I suggest you stop calling tonight."
Although Hill was fine after the inspection, he suffered a minor injury. If he continues to play, the chance of injury will increase.
"If injuries are coming to your door, you can't hide." Hill said, "We can't lose this game. They can be said to be the strongest team in the Western Conference. Defeating them can boost the morale of the whole team."
Mo Mengchen snorted softly: "To boost the morale of these idiots, we need a big victory."
Hill proudly said: "Then let's have a big victory."
Second half
"Come on, give me the ball, let me finish them!" Hill yelled.
Outside the paint area on the right, Russell firmly stuck the foot of Devil Mountain. This madman who dared to challenge the trapeze didn't pay attention to Hill at all.
"Be careful of getting hurt, honor student." Russell said softly.
Mo Mengchen lobbed the ball to Hill.
At the moment when Hill received the ball, Russell poured all his strength into trying to destroy his balance. Devil Hill was the first to see his defense. Just when he was exerting his strength, Duke's top student turned inside out to pass the ball. The power he sent out was completely directed to the air.
Brian, who couldn't find a target to use his force on, fell forward, while his opponent jumped into the air with the ball.
The Devil waved his wings, held an orange ball, and dunked the head of the Jazz's patron saint of the restricted area.
"Grant Hill announced his comeback with this dunk!"
When it landed, Hill said to Russell who was full of dissatisfaction: "Take it easy, the end of the crane."
(End of this chapter)