After halftime, the Magic led by 8 points 56 to 48.

You should know that a few minutes ago, they once led by 15 points, and then Collins made a position adjustment. Momonchen changed to the second position and did not make a three-pointer. However, his double-team against O'Neal on the defensive end, echoing other teammates, and the inter-step trap not only made every round of the Magic difficult, but also made the fierce and aggressive Nick Anderson suffer repeated losses.

"10 points, 4 rebounds, 6 assists. If you want to evaluate Dor.Mo in the first half, I think we should put the data aside because data is the thing that cannot reflect his role the most."

Walton opened his mouth and said something amazing.

"Yes," Toulin agreed with him at a rare time. "We always say that someone's performance cannot be reflected by the data. Dor.Mo is the best interpretation of this sentence. His data is very beautiful, but this beautiful set of data cannot reflect his role on the field at all."

The commentator's flattery and seemingly close score difference did not make Mo Mengchen dizzy.

They just stopped O'Neal's offense. As for narrowing the gap to 8 points, the main reason was that the Magic replaced O'Neal two minutes before the end of the first half.

They ensured the lead and gave the inside and outside dual cores a rest.

There was obviously fifteen minutes of rest, but Mo Mengchen suddenly felt a sense of urgency that a storm was about to come.

"In the second half, our position remains unchanged!"

Collins was very satisfied with the result. He thought that his adjustment had worked. Mo Mengchen was at ease in the second position, which he had never expected before.

Nick Anderson is a tough guy. He humiliated Jordan in the semifinals last year and even left behind the classic trash talk "No. 45 is much better than No. 23".

As a result, he challenged Mo Mengchen countless times in the second quarter, but was resolved by the latter in a way that was a big flaw. The only high-pressure defense was caught, which directly led to Mo Mengchen's explosion of the magic defense line and attracting the air relay of the assisted defense.

He saw hope and they had a chance to win.

"What we have to do now is to work harder than in the first half!"

Time flies quickly, and the opening whistle of the second half sounds, and the starters of both sides return to the court one after another.

Mo Mengchen was in a much calmer mood. He looked and found something was wrong with Houston's walking movements: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts a little." Houston whispered.

Mo Mengchen looked at Collins and said, "Coach, Alan needs a break."

"No, I don't need it!" Houston shouted.

Mo Mengchen did not make his injury public, but just took Houston's hand and pointed at his ankle in front of Collins: "I think it's better to take a break."

No matter how dull Collins was, he knew what it meant, and they did not consult Houston.

In this area, Mo Mengchen is the expert.

"Alan, come down." Collins ordered.

Houston came to an end, and the replacement was Michael Curry.

"Is he serious?" Curry saw the problem.

Mo Mengchen said, "He told me that his ankle hurts a little, what do you think?"

Curry understood that if it weren't for the pain to a certain extent, with Houston's nature, he would probably grit his teeth and hold on.

"The chat is over, guys."

Hill held the ball to the sidelines.

In addition to the three outside players, the combination of inside players is Thorpe and Mills.

After halftime, Hill passed the ball to Mo Mengchen, ran back and cut into the basket, like a dart.

"Come on, let me see what tricks you have," said Hardaway.

Mo Mengchen whispered: "This is not a trick, it is a tactic."

Suddenly, Hill, who was supposed to run around the bottom line and wanted the ball, turned around and turned around and returned the same way. Anderson was covered and it was difficult to get out.

Mo Mengchen waved his right hand and Grant, who was closest to Hill, posted it on to defend regardless of the others.

Hill gave up the pass, and knew that Grant's move would not be able to stop, so he chose to shoot forward. When the referee's whistle sounded clearly, he slowly pulled the ball out.

"Swish!"

“And  one!”

The penalty is also increased, 51 to 56.

Hill waved his finger and asked his teammates to defend more: "We can definitely catch up with them, just do a good job of defense!"

"Your fire should be extinguished, man."

Hill faces Hardaway.

Hardaway dribbled under his crotch and rushed through the half in an instant. Hill pressed tightly, not only giving him a chance to break through, but also strictly preventing his shots.

Such defensive test skills also test physical fitness, and one of the two cannot be completed without them.

"I'm sorry, my fire will burn until the end of the game!" Hill said excitedly.

"Is that?" Hardaway asked Grant to the high position, passing the ball with one hand, and the penny cut into the middle with a clever cut.

"Be careful that they pass the ball!"

No, not passing!

Hill saw that Hardaway approached Mo Mengchen and asked for a position on his back.

Humph, this is not a good choice, Hill thought.

Although Mo Mengchen has many problems in defense, he is not bad at defending the back.

Hill didn't know what was wrong with Mo Mengchen. He shot every day and didn't see him entering the strength room, but his strength did increase significantly, especially the strength of his lower limbs.

Except for him and a few inside players, no one in the Pistons can steadily take Mo Mengchen at the low post because his lower set is indeed hard enough.

"Accident? We met again. This is fate, Mo!"

Hadawei got the ball and topped the ball. The embarrassing thing was that Momon Dust Pattern Wind did not move.

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Hardaway shook his shoulders and distracted Mo Mengchen's attention. His left foot was the axis and his right foot was the fulcrum, and his body instantly burst out. The gap in talent was so cruel at this moment, because no matter how good Mo Mengchen's strength was, he could not interfere with Hardaway's shooting.

"Bang!"

Hardaway sat on the ground and smiled at Mo Mengchen.

"Good ball!" O'Neal pulled the penny up, "That's what he should do!"

Hill asked, "How are you?"

"fine."

That's weird. Why do I have a hard time scoring every time, and you guys can always put the ball into the basket easily?

Fuck, I will do this one day too!

Mo Mengchen was very upset. Not only did he get beaten up on the defensive end, but it also took certain opportunities and luck to respond to the offensive end.

"Do I call back?" Hill hopes to hear a positive answer.

Mo Mengchen's answer was no: "No, continue to fight according to the tactics."

This is what Hill calls "lack of aggressiveness". Mo Mengchen seems to have no temper, but he is actually wrong. Mo Mengchen just knows how much he has, and he will not go to extremes unless he has to.

66's overall evaluation, what else can you be dissatisfied with if you can make it like this?

Mo Mengchen always comforts himself like this.

"Forget it, I'll have to do it."

Since Mo Mengchen had no intention of calling back, Hill had to come forward.

"Are you going to teach me a lesson?" Hardaway asked, "Why didn't he do it himself?"

"Because Mo is a smart person, he knows to hand the ball over to the person who is most confident." Hill slapped the ball, and his movements and stillness made Hardaway very stressed.

Although the two Jordan successors are both comprehensive, their offensive methods are different.

Hardaway has a pure skill and does not rely on talent and can score from any position; Hill is not the case. He is not yet mature in the projection, and he still needs a savage first step to create space. Entering the three-point line is his stage.

Hill stepped back and pulled the space. Hardaway felt that he was very energetic ahead. Unfortunately, he knew something was going to happen but was unable to do it.

Hill's change of direction is like lightning, and the breakthrough is launched in the blink of an eye.

The Magic's inside shrinks the basket, Hill looked fearless, and stepped into the paint area to support his entire body. He flew up - the first thing that blocked him was O'Neal's huge body. It was not enough to block his attack with such assistance. The Devil Mountain pull rod flashed by. At this time, he had reached the highest point and was about to land. He wanted to pick up the basket with his backhand. It was at this time that Grant, who saw Jordan scored with this method countless times, gave Hill a hot pot.

"Bang!"

"rebound!"

Mo Mengchen grabbed the rebound, drove it out of the three-point line, jumped up and prepared to take action. He heard the prompt from his teammates: "Be careful on the right!"

At that moment, there seemed to be countless crawlers squirming on Mo Mengchen's body. He knew something was about to come. What made him helpless was that he was powerless to stop all this.

"Bang!"

The white jersey flashed past Mo Mengchen. He was not Jordan. He could not jump first and wait until the opponent landed before completing the attack.

He finally saw the man who gave him a seal.

Magic No. 1, Penny Hardaway.

"It's time for us to fight back!"
To be continued...