Chapter 118 Unless I can't help it(1/2)
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In the first game of the Eastern Conference playoffs, the Magic beat the Pistons with a big score of 1-0.
O'Neal scored 36 points and 20 rebounds. It can be said that he had made the Pistons' weak inside line into a pile of rotten meat with his own strength. No one could stop him from making trouble in the penalty area.
"From now on, they should know that Superman can fly, and their car repair workers are destined to be unable to fly Superman in the sky."
In the post-match interview, O'Neal's words angered the Detroit media.
But no matter how angry they were, they could only hold on because the team suffered a big defeat.
In contrast, Hardaway is much more modest. He also beat the Pistons' outside line, scoring 27 points, 7 rebounds and 11 assists alone. Regarding the Pistons, his comment was: "This round of the series will not be as easy as we imagined, we will do our best."
Mo Mengchen was completely defeated when he had the first conversation with Hardaway in the playoffs.
He only scored 12 points, 7 rebounds and 5 assists.
Facing the reporter's interview, his evaluation of the game was: "We played very hard, but we never found the weakness of Orlando. They are really amazing."
Seeing that Mo Mengchen, who had always been full of confidence, said this, the Detroit reporter was a little disappointed.
They wanted to see Mo Mengchen express his tough attitude, even if he couldn't beat him, he could not show weakness.
As a result, Mo Mengchen did not satisfy them.
Only the insiders of the Pistons know why Mo Mengchen said that.
Paralyzing the opponent is also part of the game. If O'Neal, a great thing to be good at, knew that Mo Mengchen said this, his tail might be able to go wherever he could go.
"This guy is really a stolen bad guy!"
Houston originally wanted to settle the score for Mo Mengchen's interview, because it was because he was ambition to destroy his own might. Dumas stopped him and explained it carefully.
The King of Zhongtou said in fear.
"If he wasn't so smart, could I be willing to give up the starter? Just kidding, don't see who I am?" Dumas said proudly.
It's so dazzling, who is showing off?
Hill and Houston squinted their eyes, fearing that they would be blinded by Dumas' arrogant face.
Collins returned to the locker room and waited for everyone to sit down and said, "Many of you have never played in the playoffs. I want to say that you played well tonight, but obviously our opponents are better at playing in this situation than we did. They conquered the East last year and they have more experience than we do."
"And, their talents are above us."
"We need to pay more to defeat them, and it requires you to cheer up and focus 100% on the field."
Everyone listened to Collins's lecture seriously, and only Mo Mengchen lifted his foot onto the bench and pressed it gently.
Everyone was used to him like this, and Collins didn't say anything.
"After a while, there will be many fans attacking us. Remember, don't fight back, don't respond. We are here to play. The most in this world is low-quality hooligans."
This is what Collins wants to tell the players that once the playoffs arrive, the loyal fans of each team will be more vicious than they imagined.
Booing during the game is only a small part of their work. They have to help the team in all aspects, so they have to cause trouble for their opponents in all aspects.
At the end of the game, wait near the away team bus, and as long as the away team members appear, they will yell in unison.
Organized and disciplined rogues even distribute troll manuscripts.
"The bus is waiting at the back door, there will be a lot of people there, Joe, you stare at them."
Collins repeatedly reminded him that he was still worried and finally sent the task to Dumas.
Dumas looked bitter. He didn't like this task. He was originally a good-looking man, but now he has to fight against the fans.
“Is it that exaggerated?”
Hill is a person who has played in the NCAA Finals and is aware of the fanaticism of the fans.
However, most of those who come to see the NCAA are students from schools or graduates. Some of them have already started their own families and have a pure love for the game. They do not develop hatred for their opponents like professional league fans, and thus use various methods to humiliate their opponents.
Dumas said calmly: "I really don't know the quality of the fans here. You know, in my active era, they just entered the league and had never played in the playoffs."
"Where is the hardest fan you've ever seen?"
"Is this still necessary to ask? Boston!"
Speaking of Boston, Dumas' slightly broad and fat cheeks, and his neck, as thick as a tree trunk, seemed to have become a little fatter. He could not imagine what the Celtics fans did to him, which still makes him remember after many years.
"Anyway, you can listen to my orders later and do nothing. As the coach said, we are here to play basketball. These guys just want to anger us. They hope we are involved in off-court events so that the Magic can benefit!"
“Just remember this, the more angry we get, the happier they are.
This is how great the Walkman is.
Later, due to the existence of a Walkman, everyone each had a headphone and turned the volume to the maximum. I just couldn't hear it if you were windy in the east, west, south and north.
Mo Mengchen is still doing calf massage.
"Is this useful?" Hill asked.
Mo Mengchen didn't look at him, and did a serious massage, saying, "You especially need to do this."
"Why?" Hill asked back.
Mo Mengchen said: "Your style of play is extremely harmful to your knees. You like to break through too much because your three-pointer is as bad as shit."
Hill argued: "It's too much for you to say that. I've been practicing very hard, but it's just unstable."
"I didn't deny your efforts, but it is also an undisputed fact that your three-pointer is as bad as a piece of shit." Mo Mengchen said.
"Your metaphor is simply a disgrace to you!"
"It's already been a sensation for you to say that your three-pointer is like a piece of shit." Mo Mengchen was finally done. "After going back, you'd better press it like me. This is for your own good, don't bite Lu Dongbin."
"Who is Lu Dongbin? Why do dogs bite him? What do you mean?"
Hill became one hundred thousand whys, Mo Mengchen was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him.
Now is not the time to care about Hill's health.
Hill's injury outbreak season was 99-00. After that, his injuries frequently occurred, and before that, he was relatively healthy.
The first time he encountered a major injury was 28 years old, which shows that he did not have a vitreous constitution, but only used a method of harming his body for a long time. Over time, he eventually exceeded his load and the wave of injuries came.
Hill is much luckier than Hardaway.
At least he was not injured until he was 28 years old, poor Hardaway...
By the way, Hardaway, Magic...
Mo Mengchen suddenly thought of something, something that might affect the future.
It's too early to think about this now.
He pulled off his clothes, got up and walked towards the shower room.
"Do you think what he said is true?" Hill asked his teammates.
Michael Curry said: "He has suffered more injuries than we have combined. If it weren't for the prevention of injuries, I wouldn't know why he insisted on doing this."
"Don't forget that he is not just an NBA player, he is also a skilled doctor." Mark West reminded.
"No, he said, he is the best doctor in the world," Reid added.
What's going on? Why are you all praising him?
Hill inexplicably met the moment "What benefits did he Li Yunlong give you? Why are you talking to him?"
Mo Mengchen took half an hour to take a bath.
When he finished washing, Lor was the only one left in the locker room. He had already washed it and put on his clothes. Obviously, he was waiting for Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen put on his clothes and said, "Aren't you leaving?"
"Mo, what if I was wrong tonight?"
When no one else was present, Lore spoke very directly and would not beat around the bush because he regarded Mo Mengchen as a trustworthy friend.
"Even the smartest person ever, he will make many mistakes in his life, let alone you?" Mo Mengchen lifted his backpack.
"But you never missed it." Lor said.
He said: "At least I have never seen you make a mistake."
"No, I have made many mistakes, but you just haven't noticed it." Mo Mengchen said.
“What about?”
Mo Mengchen said, "For example, I have never found you so careful. I always think you are a positive idiot. I misread you, Louis."
Lor's eyes flashed.
"Let's go, don't let them wait in a hurry." Mo Mengchen said.
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"Yo, two fools are here!"
Houston shouted.
"He said we were fools." Lor said.
To be continued...