Bird stood on the sidelines, with a stern face. At this moment, the first quarter was only halfway through.

Momonchen vs. Mark Jackson, a defender who debuted in the 1980s, relies on a pair of fat butts that few people can resist.

Suddenly, he found that the Piston actually gave him such a comfortable opportunity to fight back and forth, and of course he should not miss it.

In the three games that the Pistons lost to the Pacers, Jackson beat Mo Mengchen at a low post in two games, which puzzled the latter's teammates.

Could it be that Jackson's low post is better than Hill? You must know that when playing in the team competition, even Hill cannot use his back to beat Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen spent a season preparing strategies for several specific opponents, and it was one of them that could not prevent Jackson's back-attack.

With Jackson's performance against himself during the regular season, Bird will probably add a special tactic against the Pistons: MJ's back-to-back Dor.Mo.

Mo Mengchen continued to show his retreat step by step, Jackson's offense was smooth until the last step, and his big butt tried to knock the person away.

Unexpectedly, the smoothness ahead was like a virtual image. He exerted the greatest strength and was about to eat Mo Mengchen in one breath, but the other party strongly blocked his attack.

The unexpected change indirectly resulted in Jackson's back-attack, and he was unable to shoot according to the established plan.

"Beep!"

"Three seconds violation!"

Jackson, who couldn't beat the back, lost his smile on his face, and smashed the ball to the ground fiercely, shouting fiercely: "You won't be so lucky next time!"

This is Mo Mengchen's favorite trash talk.

My luck has never been very good, so it is due to my strength.

"You have been pretending for so long, just to prevent this?" Hill asked.

There is only one and two.

Mo Mengchen replied lightly: "Yes."

“What’s the point?”

It is to let you, a fool, not run to the frontcourt and take the place, but instead waste time here.

Mo Mengchen received the serve and said while pushing forward: "I'll know later."

Mo Mengchen often has plans of various kinds and such, making it mysterious. Hill is often confused by him. He thinks that he has the right to know and he must have the right to know. He is a core member of the team, how can he be kept in the dark?

But now is not the time to break the casserole and ask the final answer. Hill got the ball in the frontcourt, and Mo Mengchen pulled the space at the top of the arc and called for an Eagle-style attack for him.

The person who faces Hill is left-handed God Chris Mullin. The Pacers' lineup is very flexible, from the wing to the outside, you can attack from outside the three-point line at every position.

They are the teams in the league that rely most on off-ball screens, catch and shoot, and briefly establish a defensive team to resist opponents' offensive end.

Players like Hill usually become the Pacers' victims, and his ability to hold the ball is too deadly for Mullins today.

Today, Mulin is just an experienced veteran who plays with consciousness and has long been corroded by time and alcohol.

Hill quickly turned Mulin's defense into a scumbag, and his breakthrough was very strong and merciless.

In the face of such talent, the walker was very hasty in dealing with it.

Hill suddenly rises like a flying stone in quicksand. Once you slow down, the attack will be over.

16 to 12

The Pistons are temporarily leading by 4 points, and this advantage will disappear at any time in the game.

"It's okay, come back!" Miller shouted with great fighting spirit.

It is hard to imagine that a person who averaged 2033 at his peak would become the leader of a powerful man who reached the headquarters finals five times in eight years. Miller is such a player. His off-ball threat was the biggest in the 1990s, and even Jordan could not compare. With his off-ball movement and final performance at critical moments, he established his position in the late 1990s and even the early millennium.

At this time, although Jackson wanted to hit Mo Mengchen on his back, he could still eat his opponent like he was eating a donut, Miller's off-ball running had already begun.

From the basket, Schmitz made a cover without the ball, but his figure was not enough to help Miller completely block the man, and Houston tried his best to chase Miller.

Miller rushed to the top of the arc and got the ball, and Houston was still behind him.

"Tough bastard!" Miller cursed.

The moment he passed the ball to Miller, Jackson also escaped into the pass and performed an extremely disgusting double-covering run. Mo Mengchen could not follow him closely in such a cover, so he could only switch defense with Hill.

Continuous running positions broke through the Pistons' defense. Although Hill could control Jackson's attack, he could not control his pass.

Jackson and Miller's passes disintegrated the Pistons' defense line, and there was only chaos on the position. Just one or two passes can create the best opportunity.

Mulin got the ball and forced Mo Mengchen into it. How could he compare to Mo Mengchen, an old man whose body was damaged by alcohol?

God's left-hand attack had no result. Even at this moment, Miller only needed to break out of the encirclement and gain a firm foothold in the most familiar position of his teammates.

"Swish!"

Miller's signature three-pointer hit.

15 to 16

It was just an attack. They fought for 23 seconds and dragged it like this, but everyone was calm. They just liked to use such passes to pull the defense line, giving the person with the most comfortable chance to carry out the attack.

In front of such an opponent, any small mistake will cause problems in the game.

Their tactical discipline is far better than the Pistons, which is why this team is favored. They are indeed very strong and enough to challenge any team in the East.

Unfortunately, I can't see them fighting the Bulls for seven bloody battles.

If they could fight the Bulls for seven games, Mo Mengchen should be able to see a lot of their methods against the Bulls, which is a pity.

"Dad, give me the ball."

Hill admires the Pacers' offense very much. They beat the pace so slowly, it was by no means accidental.

The Pistons are running teams, so they need to control the pace and they have to make the game into a slow position to bite.

Part of the reason is that the Pistons have really good defense, and they have to make so many passes and cuts to cut the defense.

They play primitively simple but right matches.

Hill once admired such games. It was not until he tasted failures again and again in the NBA that he realized that sometimes, if your personal abilities are strong enough to break the balance, complex tactics are unnecessary.

As long as his opponent is still Chris Mullin, Hill can single-handedly blow up the Pacers' defense, and it's useless for a few people to come.

Hearing his request, Mo Mengchen simply stopped dribbling.

"Leave it to you."

Mo Mengchen gave up the ball, giving Hill room to play freely, and made a gesture to pull Houston and him to the left and right bottom corners, and placed them in a V-shaped position. Two insiders kept coming forward to cover the pick-and-roll.

"Is this the offensive power to Grant Hill alone?" Vinier Johnson frowned. Such a tactic was a bit too monotonous.

His partner, Kenny Smith from TNT, said: "The way is simple, and the simplest is perhaps the most effective."

While the commentator was speaking, Hill passed Mulin and scored a score.

When they came back, they had the tactics of eighteen seconds, but Mulin failed to send the ball in, and Ratliff helped Mo Mengchen take the rebound.

"I'm here!"

Devil Mountain has run forward.

"Come on, show time!"

Hill received the ball in the air, and everyone in Auburn Hill Palace thought he was going to attack, but he smashed the ball towards the rebound, giving this excellent performance opportunity to Alan Houston.

"Thank you for your kindness, Grant!"

Houston took the initiative and jumped up and grabbed the ball and dunked it.

"Beep!"

Bird stopped the game.

Hill high-five with Houston.

Mo Mengchen turned around to Ratliff, who had almost locked in a million bonus, said: "Good done."

Can earn millions of dollars and get praise from my father? What else is more pleasant than this?

Ratliff smiled embarrassedly.

20 to 15

There is only a 5-point difference. It seems that there is no need to call a timeout. Ordinary coaches will wait for the team to fall behind by 7 points before calling a timeout, but Bird will not.

His pause is always one step ahead. He doesn't want the situation to get too bad. Problems must be resolved immediately - when there are still many pauses.

"Rick, I need you to perform a few back-to-body singles."

Bird gave clear instructions.

Jackson wanted to speak but stopped, because when it comes to singles, is anyone more sure than him?

Everyone should know how he ate Momonchen raw in the regular season.

But now interrupting is a detriment to Bird's authority, so he waits for Bird to finish his words.

"Don't get into their pace, and don't beat the pace too slowly. You just played basketball from the forties!"

Bird couldn't help but talk a little. He asked the players to slow down the pace, but instead of letting them attack quickly, and delaying the attack in the last few seconds. If you can move forward, you can naturally hit the opponent's defensive enthusiasm. Can't move forward? The opponent has been holding back for a long time and still doesn't use it to counterattack.

"Larry, I can hit Dor.Mo." Jackson said.

Bird admires Jackson very much. Whether it is his meticulousness or stability, he deliberately waited until now and said that it was respect for himself.

"You didn't touch him just now, why?" Bird looked at the time, and the suspension was about to end.

Jackson said: "I didn't find a good offensive rhythm, that was an accident."

"If Rick's offense is inefficient, you will play." Bird vaguely felt that things were not that simple, but Jackson's mature defender should not be unable to beat Mo Mengchen.

Unless they played three fake regular season games with the Pistons.

In the regular season three times, Mo Mengchen missed one game, and Jackson beat Mo Mengchen all over the other two games, just relying on his big ass.

Is my concerns unnecessary?

Bird looked at his opponent's lineup and found that they had made rotation adjustments.

"Naughty guy." Bird didn't replace the starter, and he said an unquestionable sentence to Miller and others, "That big fragrant pig is playing rotation again, beat them up for me!"
Chapter completed!