Adam Frause stood there at a loss, and he didn't expect Jerome Williams to be sent off.

No defense at all.

He likes Williams' energy very much. He even thinks Williams is the Pistons' No. 4 answer, but this young man still needs to prove himself through his performance on the field.

These few minutes exposed Williams' advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is his energy, he is not afraid of anyone, and he has no problem doing dirty and tiring work; the disadvantage is that his bad temper makes it difficult for him to stay on the court for a long time.

Frause looked around, forcibly ignored Barkley, who was full of enthusiasm, and called out Ben Wallace.

"Ben, I need you to control the foul and stay in the penalty area with Theo."

Even Frause did not discover Wallace's huge potential, and almost everyone felt that Ratliff had a brighter prospect than Wallace.

He is also good at blocking shots. Ratliff has a height of 208 cm. Although Wallace also has a height of 208 cm, he and Ratliff stand together, and the moisture of the height of the registration is revealed.

No matter how bad the eyes look, it should be discovered that this guy's naked feet may be just over two meters tall. Including the height of the sneakers, 205 cm is the most.

If this is not the case, Celtics' ML Carl would not say when Wallace went to training camp: "You can't play inside, try to see if you can play the defender."

Due to his height defects, Wallace was looked down upon by many people. He remained silent and tempered his body day after day.

If he has no height, he has to find a way to improve his hardness.

With insufficient power of single defense, he tried his best to use his shorter height but extremely flexible and brisk steps to strengthen the change of defense, assist and repair defense.

It can be said that apart from single defense, Wallace's defense has no obvious flaws.

After he came on the court, he and Ratliff blocked the Knicks' breakthrough layups one left and one right, indirectly leading to the Pistons' counterattack craze.

In the first quarter, the Pistons led the Knicks by 9 points 32 to 23.

"Their strength is impressive," Vinier Johnson said excitedly. "I'm here to announce that the Pistons we're expecting really showed up."

Kenny Smith was relatively calm. He had been in this team before. The Pistons had better personnel depth last season, but he had not played the advantage of the lineup for a long time.

They had a good start tonight, and that was just the beginning. If it continued, everyone else had to fire.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Frauses placed the lineup on the court was Bobby Jackson, Dumas, Houston, Ben Wallace, and Scott Pollard.

This is the difference between him and Collins, and he does not insist that Mo Mengchen or Hill have one person present at any time.

Except Houston, none of the other four people are starting.

The backcourt even sent a lineup of two-backs like Jackson and Dumas.

Playing side by side with Dumas and Houston’s big brothers, Jackson was cautious and failed to show himself as much as the Summer League.

"He hit like a pistol with bullets stuck." Hill metaphorically.

Mo Mengchen was not worried about Jackson's performance. Anyone had to adapt. This was just his first game. Jackson would soon find that the second team was a stage tailored for him.

The Pistons' second team is not skilled in cooperating with each other, Jackson and Dumas are not compatible enough, both of them need to have a ball in hand.

Seeing that there was something wrong, Frause also made adjustments.

Three minutes later in the second quarter, Don Reed replaced Dumas.

At this time, the score on the field was 36 to 29

The Knicks bit the score very tightly, and there was also a problem with this substitution.

Reed, who was determined to perform on the court, lost his normal mind, only had the basket in his eyes when he got the ball, ignored Jackson's tactical instructions and forced his attack, and was ruthlessly rejected by Ewing's big hat.

"It's too messy, right?" Houston shouted.

There is only one thing that remains unchanged, that is Houston's playing time.

Frauses and Collins reached a consensus on the use of Houston. They all knew that this was a physical monster that could not run away and had a very strong body, so they were unambiguous to use.

The opening has not stopped for a second.

What's even more exaggerated is his reaction. Houston has long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and he doesn't want to rest. As long as there is a need, he will always be the one who works the hardest in fast attacks in running positions and counterattacks.

At this time, in order to show, Reed overlapped with Houston's tactics and completely disrupted the entire front.

"What is he doing?" Mo Mengchen stood up and shouted: "Tang, do what you should do!"

Reed did not respond to Mo Mengchen. He continued to run, looking very enthusiastic and full of energy, but in fact he was just making a mess of things, making the team's game rhythm messy.

Houston was unhappy and didn't say anything. It was not until Don Reed stole his three-point tactic and made a speechless three-no-touch shot that the CET-King exploded.

"What the hell are you doing?" Houston asked.

Frauses knew who could control Don Reed, and he immediately replaced Momonchen: "Go and replace Alan."

The sound of a substitution was heard on the sidelines. Mo Mengchen appeared. There was only cloudy and no sunny on his face. His eyes were like dark clouds piled above his head, ready to fall cold raindrops towards Rhet.

"What are you doing?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Reed dared not look at Mo Mengchen directly: "I'm so excited...I'm just..."

"It's so excited that I run the wrong position? It's so excited that I keep grabbing other people's opportunities? It's so excited that I forget to defend? It's so excited that I don't know what your responsibilities are?" Mo Mengchen's words were cold, "If you think this is excitement, not a mistake, I'll be disappointed."

"Sorry, don't, I..."

"I don't want to hear your explanation. I remember those stupid mistakes. If it happens again tonight, you can get off!"

Mo Mengchen scolded Reid sternly, and then Wallace sent the ball to him.

"I hope Dor.Mo can stabilize this increasingly chaotic rhythm after he comes on the court."

Mo Mengchen did not occupy the ball, and he handed it over to Bobby Jackson, the No. 1 position on the Pistons.

"B-Jax, be confident!"

After Mo Mengchen passed the ball, he made a move that no one expected.

He helped Don Reed with a beautiful empty-handed cover, and his seemingly thin body actually caught Larry Johnson.

The angry aunt raised her elbow and pushed Mo Mengchen away. Mo Mengchen, who fell to the ground, stretched her foot, and in a blink of an eye, tripped the other party and took revenge on the spot.

"You dirty bastard!" Johnson cursed irritably.

Mo Mengchen smiled faintly: "It's better than you, a silly donkey with frivolous hands and feet."

Reid got the opportunity as usual, receiving Jackson's pass and making a layup.

He felt very comfortable, and that was his way of playing.

But Mo Mengchen's face still did not change. The cover just now was just to create a good opportunity, and it was not to come to Reed.

Larry Johnson, who was angry with Momonchen, entered the positional battle and dedicated all his anger to Don Reed.

Reid was not offended by him on the court, but Johnson now has plenty of reasons to beat him up.

The furious aunt pushed Johnson away and made a jump shot.

He obviously couldn't stand it.

When Frause saw that five minutes had passed, he called Hill to the sidelines to wait, and the player would be substituted as soon as the dead ball time came.

Seeing Hill standing on the sidelines, Reid became more and more nervous.

This is why he wants to perform. He is unwilling to be a substitute who plays fifteen minutes per game. He hopes to climb to a higher position, but with the Pistons, he is impossible to start.

Houston in No. 2 and Hill in No. 3, these two people are both young and powerful, and are still in a period of rapid rise, and others have no chance.

Thinking of this, Reed called himself a tactic on the weak side, but Bobby Jackson ignored it.

"Rookie, give me the ball!" shouted Reed.

Johnson's defense was neatly posted. Even if Jackson wanted to give the ball, Reed was already defensive.

The angry Reed cursed inwardly.

Mo Mengchen took a cover and ran out to get the ball. The attack time was only eight seconds left, so he chose to fight one-on-one.

"I don't believe you can score!" Starks shouted.

He and Mo Mengchen's Liangzi had formed a rookie as early as the latter was a rookie. Last year, the Knicks wanted to trade Mo Mengchen with Starks and the Pistons, and even took advantage of the draft pick. After being rejected by Collins, Mo Mengchen unilaterally exposed the matter, which led to a great turmoil within the Knicks.

It took them a lot of effort to calm Starks' emotions, but Momonchen and Starks became enemies from then on.

Momonchen changed direction and dribble, so fast that Starks couldn't react.

By the time Starks reacted, Mo Mengchen's body had already knocked him away. This was not the first time Mo Mengchen had instantly escaped tonight.

Hill witnessed his entire progress.

These progress is too shocking and hard to believe.

Because Mo Mengchen improves all those abilities that seem to be unable to improve at all.

The lateral movement speed, the linear speed, the ball holding speed, the speed of the action.

His initial speed was considered unqualified at his height, and now, his speed is not inferior to those small defenders who are over 180 cm long.

How did it be done?

Under everyone's doubts, Mo Mengchen took Ewing's foul, but unfortunately, he failed to hit the layup.

Reed ended up in frustration and handed over to Hill.

"Not counting the next free throw, Dor.Mo scored 4 points tonight and didn't shoot a three-pointer. Can't he shoot?"

"Or, he is not used to the extended three-point line?"

"This is impossible!"

Kenny Smith retorted with certainty when he heard the microwave speculation.
Chapter completed!