At halftime, the entanglement between the two sides was impressive.

After Marbury came on the stage, he became a porter honestly.

Although he had a little tiger in his heart, Sanders had to do so after he spoke.

As a point guard, he has outstanding one-on-one skills, roaming and personal abilities, but he is closer to a "pure" point guard than Iverson.

It is not impossible for him to really play the game well.

This is the story of the first half.

The Timberwolves were still 6 points behind, and this result satisfies the fans.

After all, the Pistons were extremely powerful in the first half, as if they were going to devour the Timberwolves.

"We need to control the rhythm better. The Timberwolves are a very dynamic team. If they are allowed to play their own rhythm, they can compete with any team."

"So, is that what you are going to do in the second half?"

“Yes, this is my goal.”

"Okay, thank you Dor. Mo for our interview."

Intermission room

Collins talked about some problems in the first half. There were basically few people in the room listening to him carefully. Only Momonchen and Dumas seemed very serious, but Collins knew they were in a daze.

This is his own show, just like a teacher bringing a group of bad kids to class. Even if the teacher knows that no one is listening to his lecture, he will finish the lesson. This is his job.

The feeling of the team being out of control is becoming more and more obvious.

Collins' burden became heavier and he assured the senior management that he would lead the team to make breakthroughs in the next three years, but now the team is in a complete and should have made a difference, but all kinds of mistakes have occurred.

Mark Jones always wants to promote a triangle offense within the team to replicate the Bulls' success.

But, as long as Collins is in one day, the Pistons will not be able to play a triangle attack.

Collins finished singing a one-man show, and he felt pretty good.

In the second half, the Pistons started with Momonchen, Houston, Hill, Ratliff and Wallace.

Thorpe's absence was due to injury tonight, which gave Lauderdale and Wallace more playing time.

Lauderdale performed well in limited playing time, but Wallace has never been able to keep up with the pace of the main players.

"Ben, don't be nervous. If you don't defend yourself, there will be Theo in the inside."

Hill kept reminding him that this rookie would maintain a good attitude. Unfortunately, Wallace listened to one ear and expelled these words from the other.

Mo Mengchen stood on the court and prepared to let Hill serve.

"Have you thought of a way to deal with Stephen?"

Devil Mountain expressed concern about this.

"What do you think of elbow strikes?"

"It's too rough. We should use a more peaceful means. If we use violence to win, my conscience will be uneasy."

Listen, how well I said, my mother is so moved that I cried.

Hill's image of majestic, bright and righteousness makes Mo Mengchen feel ashamed of himself.

"It seems that we can only do the worst?"

"You won't want me to do anything for you again, right? Let me tell you, I won't act as your bad guy anymore, and I won't allow you to do it again."

Where did this guy get his integrity? Didn’t he think about taking a counterattack when he was beaten to death by someone on the court?

Based on Mo Mengchen's understanding of Hill, Duke's top students may have really never thought about this.

never mind.

Hill sent the ball out and asked, "What the hell do you want me to do for you?"

"That guy is a good defender, but he doesn't know how to control the rhythm on the field. Once he gets the lead, he will mess up the Timberwolves' rhythm."

"so?"

Mo Mengchen said evilly: "So when I am broken through by him in the second half, you have to pretend that you can't keep up and let him score."

Hill is a good student, and knows how to learn from one example.

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, he understood.

"No, this is too obvious. I should pretend to follow him, but I can't prevent him. This will work better and will make him lose himself further."

It's worthy of being Duke.

Mo Mengchen gave him a thumbs up and agreed: "It's rare that we thought we'd go together, mom."

"There is no way, those who are close to the red are red, and those who are close to the ink are black."

"You're not at ease. Even if you don't approach me, even if we don't know you, you're still black."

Hill was furious: "You are racist!"

"Aren't you black?"

"I...I'm a mixed-blood!"

"As far as I know, most mixed races think they are black. Don't you think so?"

Hill doesn't want to continue arguing with Mo Mengchen on this topic that may cause trouble at any time.

Marbury looked at Mo Mengchen and shouted, "Come on, you are a bastard who is just a despicable person!"

A second later, Wallace's pick-and-roll made Marbury know that the pistons' despicableness is in line with each other.

Mo Mengchen would swing his elbow while defending, while Wallace would swing his elbow while pick-and-roll.

Marbury was caught in an elbow and couldn't help but retreat.

His defense is not good or bad. He is a good one-on-one defender when defending seriously. But if he is not serious, he will appear fascinated.

For example, like now, in this era when it is impossible to play without swinging the elbow, when the pick-and-roll is elbowed by the opponent, he will take the initiative to give up and give up defense, so that the opponent can get an offensive opportunity.

Marbury's poor defense allowed Mo Mengchen to make a wonderful pass in the Timberwolves' penalty area, Ratliff took the ball at a high position and scored a jump shot.

"Good ball, Theo!"

58 to 50

Ratliff's mid-range shot is becoming more and more stable, which has extraordinary significance for him.

At his peak, he could get an annual salary of tens of millions by just defending. What if he added a steady jump shot?

Then, Marbury took the ball.

The rest of the Pistons used their strength to feed themselves.

In order for Mo Mengchen's plan to be implemented smoothly, defense without the ball must be done well.

How to make a defender who decides to lead his teammates to choose a single?

It's very simple, giving him the illusion that "this ball must be me, they don't have a chance."

In fact, Marbury can find someone to pass the ball as long as he is more patient. After all, he essentially wants to attack by himself, acting like a pure point guard, just because of Sanders' orders.

The young lone wolf awakens again, just like gold always shines.

Mo Mengchen’s favorite moment is here.

Marbury is one of the best dribblers in the world. He is so familiar with the ball and the purity of his skills that he can do whatever he wants. He began to show off his signature slap in a row without pauses under his crotch.

Those old fryers who were hiding in Rock Park were willing to admit that this guy was a natural one-on-one player. He inherited the arrogance of New York's street point guards, and could dribble the ball repeatedly under his crotch, break through with the reverse step, and then press the center of gravity and lower his head to break through, then turn around and cut into the bottom line. He is a dribbling museum.

Mo Mengchen's defense collapsed in a blink of an eye, melting like a high-temperature ice cube.

Marbury rushed into the basket, and Wallace wanted to make him score.

Unexpectedly, Marbury's goal was obviously domineering, and he forced himself to dominate him.

This was simply too much. Wallace wanted him to score, but he didn't expect the opponent to make a foul on him.

This foul is not planned at all.

Wallace could foresee his dad's roar.

Dad is a perfectionist and he does not allow loopholes. Mistakes like him are low-level.

He will definitely scold me hard.

Wallace is ready.

What Wallace did not expect was that Mo Mengchen walked up to him and slapped his back as wide as a long board: "You did not make any mistakes."

"Well?"

Xiao Benzhong didn't know what was going on?

Could it be that my dad is so perverted that he should praise him before cursing him? Don’t?

"I've fouled..."
To be continued...