"When will you understand that your strength is the real strength, and relying on teammates can never decide the game."

When Mo Mengchen wanted to play tactics again, Hardaway came up and poured cold water.

"It's really not convincing to say such things to Shaq before and after you."

After finishing his speech, Mo Mengchen suddenly took over Michael Curry's hand and took Curry's defender by the way. When faced with a pick-and-roll, Hardaway was forced again. He didn't keep up with Mo Mengchen and didn't go to the Curry.

Mo Mengchen returned with a pass, also called Curry. He also had a good shot and scored three points from the basket.

After the goal was scored, Mo Mengchen ran back and said to Hardaway: "So, I am just learning from you because this is what you like to do the most."

Hardaway doesn't think it's embarrassing to admit that he is worse than O'Neill, because everyone knows that the latter is likely to be the overlord after Jordan's retirement.

What kind of shame can be given to such a person?

In the face of other people, Hardaway dared to say, but in front of Mo Mengchen, he said in disgust: "Me and Shaq help each other."

"Really?" Mo Mengchen was outside the finger paint area.

His unbelievable look hurt Hardaway again. The latter started to break through, and Mo Mengchen was defeated and still unable to stop, but this time, he will not succeed so easily.

Hardaway dribble straight into the Pistons hinterland, he wants to end the attack with a strong dunk.

At the command of Mo Mengchen, Ratliff rushed early to ambush near the paint area, where he could jump up and cover in time, never let Hardaway succeed.

Penny vacated and was about to dunk, only to see the fierce black man jumping next to him, he yelled, palm struggling to shoot, directly hit the ball in his hand.

"Can you do it without a teammate, man?"

A mocking voice rang in his ears, Hardaway's heart ignited the fiercest fury of his life, and he chased it violently.

He was extremely fast and caught up with Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen leaned against his body and jumped together. In the air, he was broken by Hardaway's center of gravity. Or maybe his core strength is too poor. In short, Hardaway just hit him, and he just stumbled, as if he was hit by a truck.

Even on the road, the referee felt that Hardaway's actions were too "violent". It would be too much to go on like this. He could only play fouls, and he couldn't bully people at home.

Hearing the whistle, Hardaway's brain was blank.

This is the first time Mo Mengchen felt the convenience of "softness without bones". In this case, before switching to it, he did not know what to do, but now, he not only adjusted his body to a comfortable state, and You can also control your feel.

This is a complete reflection of coordination and balance bar. Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with his left hand and threw it into the air.

Bang!

"Uh-huh~~~~!"

The magic fans on the scene looked at this ball in disbelief, and they were stunned.

Isn't the penny foul not fierce enough?

What's happening here?

Mo Mengchen lay on the ground, looking at the penny who was also unbelievable and said, "If you are willing to pull me up, I will be very grateful."

"You bastard!"

Penny stepped forward.

Teasing pennies has become a great fun with the Magic. Although sometimes over-fighting will lead to his thunder retaliation, but if you want to play snakes, you will have to risk being bitten by snakes one day. Not grumpy.

"Mo, don't it matter?"

Mo Mengchen's injuries have caused him to think that he was a glass bead, which shattered when touched. Every time he fell to the ground, his teammates had to ask it again.

"I'm OK."

Before reaching the free throw line, Mo Mengchen had a small meeting with his teammates.

"Tang, the running position is more positive. I need you to disrupt their defense."

"But that would mess up our own tactics."

"will not."

Mo Mengchen told him affirmatively, dispelling the doubts in Rhett's mind, and then said: "Penny's mentality has gone wrong. I want to make this problem more serious. This needs your help."

"Relax, as long as there is a chance, I will hang him." Curry smiled.

Finally, under the urging of the referee, Mo Mengchen went to execute the free throw.

"Uh!"

33 to 29

Calm down, I must calm down.

Hardaway kept telling himself in his heart.

However, the person defending Hardaway is not Mo Mengchen, but Michael Curry.

This was also determined temporarily, because Mo Mengchen was passed by Hardaway every time, and it didn't make much sense to continue the match.

Curry's defense is more violent than Mo Mengchen, he will take the initiative to find confrontation, and will try to rush Hardaway to a bad position.

If it were usual, Hardaway feared no such defense, and now he cannot make the right decision.

Grant stuck his opponent low and raised his hand for the ball.

Hardaway stopped the position and threw the ball.

Grant can not only shoot in the high position, but also play in the low position. The first-hand strategy is also good. As Rodman's predecessor, he worked hard with Jordan next year and made a credit for the first three consecutive championships. Wrapped up, he scored very fast.

Anthony Bowie cut into the layup, Grant scored the ball, the former just got up, but Ratliff caught up, and then sent the hot pot.

"Theo Ratliff's third block!"

"Is this young man asking everyone in the Magic to eat hot pot?"

Mo Mengchen picked up the floor ball, he saw Rhett in the distance, sent a long pass, Rhett slam dunk.

35 to 29

The form suddenly changed, the Pistons scored again and again, but the Magic fell into a scoring shortage.

Brian Hill could not sit on the field of view. The situation continued to deteriorate. He called a timeout and asked the team members to adjust and make substitutions.

"Shaq, go and get them done!" said Old Hill.

Hardaway bowed his head in reproach. He should have picked up the team when O'Neal was off the court, but because of cranky thoughts, he consecutively missed on the offensive end.

"Brother, I want you to know that I am yours," O'Neill said to him.

Hardaway exhaled and said, "Shaq, go get it, I will give you the ball and destroy them!"

O'Neill smiled like a demon: "I will!"

In the third quarter, O'Neal played.

Mo Mengchen was very surprised. He thought O'Neill would take a longer rest. The trouble is that neither Mills nor Ratliff had ever made a shot.

Mo Mengchen wanted to give them a ball, but there were too many counterattacks just now, and there was no chance for them to try their hand.

"Let me do it."

Ratliff’s fear of O’Neal was visible to the naked eye, and Mills did not want to give him this important task.

Therefore, he stood up to say so.

Ratliff nodded gratefully.

Mo Mengchen saw this scene in his eyes, but he didn't open his mouth to comment.

O'Neal in the low post is unstoppable. Mills is equivalent to a monster twice his own. The only hope is that Ratliff will come to help in time.

Ratliff has forgotten his duties. He didn't come up with Mills while he was holding O'Neal, which also made the Shark's violent goal.

O'Neill invaded the restricted area with a bulldozer, and then completed an extinct human death button above Mills' head.

When he landed, he hit Mills hard and shouted, "You have no defense at all!"

"What are you doing just now?"

Mo Mengchen asked Ratliff.

Ratliff's eyes dodged, and he dared not rival Mo Mengchen: "I'm defending Horace..."

"You tell me, is it more important to defend that glasses boy, or is it more important to stop O'Neill from hitting our penalty zone? Are you defending Horace? You are only afraid, you are frightened by O'Neill!" Mo Mengchen snorted .

"Forget it, Mo." Mills said.

Mo Mengchen threw the ball to Mills, and finally said to Ratliff: "If you don't grow, you will get off."

Mills sent the ball to Mo Mengchen: "You will hurt his self-esteem."

"How important is his self-esteem compared to the game?"

Mo Mengchen sprayed Ratliff in the backcourt. In the frontcourt, he still called Ratliff to pick and roll.

Ratliff did not dare to obey. He stepped forward and made a solid pick-and-roll and turned down. Mo Mengchen gave him a blow and he dunked.

"Damn, it's a pick-and-roll again!"

Hardaway found that Mo Mengchen was either screened or screened every time he hit him. In his impression, none of the opponent's goals was scored by his own ability.

Is there a limit even if it is reasonable? What can such a guy do without his teammates? Is it reliable at a critical moment?

O'Neill rushed into the low post again.

"Give me the ball!"

O'Neill shouted.

Mo Mengchen looked back, he just wanted to know, Ratliff dare not step forward.

Mills can't stop O'Neal, and Ratliff is the most capable player in the Pistons' guard basket. If he doesn't dare to play, the game will be over.

This time, O'Neill broke through a thousand troops and flew Mills.

For anyone, being able to see such a scene up close is shocking, just like the collision of a car and a bicycle, the bicycle is shattered.

Mills was knocked to the ground, O'Neill turned around and shouted, about to dunk, Ratliff's assist defense was a late step and became the crotch of the big shark.

"OHMYGOD!"

Ratliff was knocked to the ground. O'Neill smashed the ball fiercely into the basket with unimaginable power. His powerful hands directly pulled the basket.

"Shaq~~"

"Shaq!"

"Shaq!"

Although it is messed up, it is at least the first step in overcoming fear.

Mo Mengchen stepped forward~lightnovelpub.net~ reached out to Ratliff: "The assist defense can be earlier."

Ratliff grabbed Mo Mengchen's hand and used his strength to stand up.

"I know." Ratliff said.

"Also, if you have to commit a foul, make it harder, don't let him pick up the ball."

Ratliff should be continuously.

After completing such a beautiful goal, O'Neal missed the penalty but missed.

As the free throw failed, the Pistons seized the opportunity and directly counterattacked.

Suddenly, the rhythm on the field became faster.

The Piston consciously accelerated the pace.

This is a rhythm that O'Neill doesn't like. He wants to control the rhythm, so he once again succeeded in attacking from the bag.

However, in ten seconds, Mo Mengchen had a dragon hole through the magic defense line, and then made a layup in the right hand.