51 to 49

This is the score of the entire half, and the Pistons still did not play an advantage. Hardaway led the Magic to stubbornly stick to the home court, and the game was still divided into five or five.

"Grant struggled in the second quarter. Will this change your core point?"

Mo Mengchen looked at the reporter and knew that the reporter was from Orlando without thinking, and the question was quite sinister. If the answer was not good, these guys would just interpret it, and maybe they could cause some problems inside the piston.

"Of course not. Everyone has times when they are in bad condition." Mo Mengchen casually brought the problem over.

"Guys, don't forget what this opponent has given you."

Collins shouted.

Everyone lowered their heads, Collins continued: "There is still half-game, and I hope you can get a little blood in the second half. This is just a regular season game, but the opponent is the enemy who sent us home last season, and we need to do something!"

Collins said there, Momonchen turned to Hill and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Damn it, nothing." Hill said unhappily.

"No, I'm asking what's wrong with your waist? Is it okay?" Mo Mengchen thought for a while. Maybe it wasn't Hill's weakness, but the other party's elbow that brought him some additional damage.

Hill explained: "It's nothing, it's just a little pain, nothing is wrong."

"Let me see." Mo Mengchen said.

When everyone was stunned when they saw Mo Mengchen let Hill lie down.

David Wise asked, "Grant, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, don't insist on checking my waist..." Hill said.

No problem, it seems that this guy is still soft...

Mo Mengchen was actually a little disappointed. It was understandable that he was so listless because of the injury. The examination results showed that it was not. Hill was indeed scared by the high intensity and dark elbows on the opposite side.

In fact, Mo Mengchen had already guessed this, just in case.

Hill and Hardaway are in similar situations. Judging from the early stages of his career, his body is relatively tough and not brittle. However, his body wears to the extreme later. In the year when he was at his peak at 28, a wave of injuries hit.

This is a guy who will not stop as long as he starts to get injured. Therefore, the prevention of injuries must be meticulous and there must be no problem at all.

"Orlando is strong, and if you can't stand up, we'll be hard to fight tonight."

"Don't worry..."

Mo Mengchen said half-jokingly: "If you are not used to elbow strikes, I would recommend to the coach that you allow elbow swings during the matchup, so that you shouldn't be afraid anymore, right?"

"Really? That's great!"

Hill heard this, and Mahon, Williams, and Wallace also heard this. They looked very excited, as if this was the ideal basketball game.

"What's good? How about living people after such a confrontation?" Hill retorted with a dark face.

Williams laughed, Wallace didn't speak, and Ma Hong also felt that this proposal was unrealistic. Although it was very touching, swinging his elbows at will in the confrontation? It was simply a dream.

Is there really such a good thing?

Even during the bad boys' legion, elbow swing is not allowed in the confrontational competition. You can swing the elbow, but swinging will cause fouls and can easily hurt the friendship between teammates. If you accidentally turn against each other, it will be a matter of minutes to do a fight on the spot. In the end, not only will it not have the training effect, but it may also break the team apart.

At this time, Mo Mengchen was going to borrow a sentence from Li Yunlong: I would rather let the soldiers be injured during training than let them lose their lives on the battlefield.

“I’m less willing to see you timid when you encounter an elbow strike than increasing the risk of injury in the matchup,” Mo Mengchen said. “You should know what hurts us the most, not the loss, but when we all point at you, you retreat, just like in the second quarter.”

Hill was speechless, and his teammates around him heard these words.

The stern father just taught his kind mother a lesson in front of everyone.

What's amazing is that Hill didn't have any trace of anger.

Mark Jones's eyes fell on Mo Mengchen, as if he wanted to see him clearly from the outside to the inside, and he seemed to have discovered something.

Yes, he found out.

If he wants to promote his system on the team, what he needs is not the support of Collins, but the support of Momonchen.

In the second half, the Magic kicked off first.

Hardaway's attack was like a sea aura at sunrise. At first, the light was light and seemed to disappear at any time. As the offensive gradually arose, the aura turned into a violent light, which made people unable to open their eyes.

It was also at this moment that Mo Mengchen gave up his defensive position.

Hill hates Mo Mengchen for even an ordinary defense to make these calculations, but these calculations will undoubtedly benefit them. Therefore, he is willing to block Hardaway's breakthrough route and force him to pass the ball.

Hill's move was unexpectedly what Penny didn't expect. He was preparing to find the team's sharpshooter, namely Hill's opponent Denis Scott.

"Good pass!"

Scott roared and was about to take action when a dark figure flew out, seriously affecting his attack.

Scott saw the other party’s number: No. 9.

Mo Mengchen completely interfered with Scott. If he could still make a comeback, it only means that the opponent is indeed very skilled in shooting.

In an instant, the ball fell into the back of the basket.

It almost fell into it, and Mo Mengchen's interference finally had an effect. This three-point distance was a little less force to fall into the basket. It hit the basket, and bounced out because of the wrong strength.

"Grant!"

Hill's supplementary defense, Mo Mengchen's rotation, and counterattack after successful defense, all of this was too fast.

Hill believed that Mo Mengchen would be in rotation, and was sure that Scott would not make a shot, and he was even more convinced that his teammates would pass the ball. Therefore, when Scott took action, he shot into the front court like a sharp arrow.

When Feiluan Xiangfeng got the ball in the frontcourt, he seemed to have a pair of wings. At this moment, the focus of the whole game was on him.

“BOOM~!”

The audience was speechless. This was a performance that only a few players such as Jordan, Hardaway, etc. could bring.

Hill ran back to the backcourt and slapped at the palm of his hand that gave him the pass: "Good pass."

"You're so ugly." Mo Mengchen complained.

Hill smiled instead of anger: "Then I can only ask you to give me a sample."

Hardaway raised one hand and waved it left and right.

It's not about pulling it apart, it's about running.

Mo Mengchen slowly relaxed his defense. As long as Hardaway decided to organize others, his defensive strength would only rush the ball but not the people.

It was still Denis Scott who was running: "Can you keep up with me? Duke's good boy, aren't you afraid that I will give you another one? Have you forgotten the one I gave you?"

His trash words were one after another, but none of them mentioned Hill's pain points.

Only when facing these people can Hill personally experience how vicious Mo Mengchen's mouth is. Compared with him, what are the trash words of these people?

In order to become a better team member, Hill participated in the Atlanta Olympics. He trained and studied with many stars. He believes that the biggest improvement in the summer is the defensive end.

Mo Mengchen also thinks so.

After a summer, Hill's single defense, assistant defense, replacement, and unball guards all improved qualitatively, which is completely different from Hill in his previous life.

With defense, it is a qualitative change for him.

There is a big difference between an all-round offensive superstar and an all-round superstar who is both offensive and defensive.

But what if you are afraid of elbow strikes?

Mo Mengchen observed the situation behind. If Hill was still afraid of elbows, he could only come forward to punish Scott, the bastard.

There is no doubt that the ending point of the Magic is still Scott. This man's shooting ability is indeed very strong. In this era when the three-point line is shortened, he can be used as a weakened version of Klay Thompson.

It is also a two-meter-high turret. Although his defense cannot be compared with Thompson, his shooting skills can be said to be fatal in this era.

"asshole!"

Scott borrowed two covers, and Hill was still behind him.

He glanced at the referee's position, his eyes were filled with sternness, murderous intent flashed in his pupils, and Grant's cover came into his position again.

Hill had almost passed Grant's cover, and then, swung his elbow to the ground.

"Beep!"

Scott did not escape the referee and was caught.

"I have four more fouls to play with you," Scott threatened Hill.

Hill raised his head, stood up from the ground and said, "Then come!"

"Do what you should do, I'll clean up that guy," Mo Mengchen said.

"No, I can do it myself." Hill refused.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said nothing, turned around and gave the ball to Ma Hong, saying, "You can't let that CP continue like this."

"What do you want to do?"

"In that position, give me cover."

After Mo Mengchen gave the ball to pass the half, he asked Hill to cover it and successfully replaced the defender with Scott.

When the defender was replaced by Mo Mengchen, Scott lost his domineering aura.
To be continued...