The poor outside feel affected Hill's overall performance, and his second half formed an extremely dazzling contrast with the first half.

Hill played in the first half as if she had enhanced athleticism and weakened Larry Bird, while Hill acted in the second half as if she was a big version of Rajon Rondo who insisted on not believing that her shooting was unreliable.

Hill's downturn caused the defensive pressure that originally fell on him to disperse.

The Knicks are no longer like before, and they become tight when they see Hill pick up the ball, and they begin to have time to take care of others, especially Mo Mengchen's defense.

As a player with a total evaluation of only 64 points, if you judge the level of the total evaluation, he may be the worst player on the field.

The player with the lowest overall evaluation received the strictest defense, and the Knicks would rather let others have opportunities than give him a chance.

Hill was in a sluggish state, Mo Mengchen was locked, and the Knicks took advantage of Ewing's strong point to launch a counterattack.

Ewing made a right-side rollover with a rabbit jump shot.

Received another pick-and-roll and pulled the high-level rabbit to jump shot.

Then another pick-and-roll cut straight into the ball and one-handed gorilla buckle.

The middle of the third quarter was his personal scoring show. For this reason, Collins called a timeout, replaced Hill, who was a little ahead, and re-engaged the double-point guard lineup.

Hill looked very upset. He felt that he had not helped the team and felt quite guilty.

Mo Mengchen returned to the court and played the second quarter. Now that he was about to play the third quarter, Collins suddenly forgot his injury history.

For him, it's nothing.

He knew how to protect himself, and considering his fragile knees, he never took off and sprinted at full speed, he just played as much as possible, but never pushed himself to the limit.

In order to avoid other injuries caused by fatigue, Mo Mengchen deliberately improved his physical fitness during the period when he needed to improve other technologies the most. Although his physical fitness is not yet top-notch, if he has to play the entire game like this, he will not be exhausted to the point where he has too much injury risks.

The effect of the dual point guard lineup began to appear, especially Mo Mengchen was 197 cm tall but could play two positions. His shooting skills made the Knicks afraid, and his organizational ability also caused headaches for his opponents.

After Dumas came on the court, he shared his pressure. He didn't have to get the ball at any time. He could stand in the corner and direct other people to move.

After Ewing led the Knicks to the point where they chased them to only 1 point, and the situation was in danger.

"Otis!"

Mo Mengchen likes Thorpe not only because of his willingness to contribute, but also because he can hang his opponent firmly on his body every time he covers it.

It is rare for him to have this pick-and-roll quality at his age. As a silent devotee, he devotes himself to every game. He is the only player in the Pistons who has not been sprayed with Mo Mengchen.

Thorp obviously didn't know that Mo Mengchen had a very high opinion of him. Every time he played, his goal was to do his job well.

This is the mission of a blue-collar worker. An excellent blue-collar worker should have such awareness.

They are not the protagonists, but the success of the protagonists is inseparable from their silent dedication.

"Damn it! Beware of Australian ghosts!" Starks shouted.

Mo Mengchen ran to the top of the arc to catch the ball, and his movement disrupted the Pistons' defensive match. The original defender was Starks, but now he changed, he became Anthony Mason who could stop the child from crying.

He had a fierce face, and at this moment he looked at Mo Mengchen with murderous intent on his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to call a tactic and then hit a three-pointer on your face that needs plastic surgery."

When Mo Mengchen was squirting trash talk, Houston hung up cover and ran towards him. He ran very fast. Whenever he was doing tactical moves, as long as the end point was clear on him, his running speed would probably be able to compete with the masters of the men's 100-meter race in the Olympics.

“Dor!”

Houston yelled loudly, behind him, the person chasing him was Derek Harper.

Mo Mengchen put the ball behind him. The moment Houston ran to him, the ball completed the handover. He stuck Harper sideways. Mason wanted to change positions and follow, but unexpectedly Thorp leaned over to form a second cover and completely blocked him.

Such a space is extremely precious to a shooter like Houston. Every opportunity needs to be the most rigorous attitude, especially at such critical moments.

Ewing took the Knicks back with great momentum, and his ball would destroy the opponent's counterattack.

"brush!"

"Alan Houston penetrated the heart with one arrow!"

“Yes!”

Houston roared, and Momonchen ran towards him, raising a hand.

The excited King of China Investment, regardless of whether the person who waved his hand was dear Hill or the hateful Mo Mengchen, slapped it hard.

It was this cooperation that prevented Ewing from leading the Knicks to complete a counterattack in the third quarter, and also dragged the suspense of the game to the decisive moment in the fourth quarter.

At the beginning of the final quarter, Starks scored with a jump shot from Momonchen.

This is Mo Mengchen's opponent's 10th point tonight.

In other words, one of the tasks assigned to him by the system: "Don't let the opponent get more than 10 points in attribute points." has failed.

With Mo Mengchen's experience, this failed task will not be punished, but it will not be rewarded for completing the task.

Judging from the proportion of the task, this task should have a reward of 100 attribute points. Failure to the task means losing 100 attribute points.

It's nothing for him, the most important thing is to win the game. Only by winning the game will there be no penalty for half the reward.

In the fourth quarter of life and death, both sides fought a real fire.

The score stops at 80 to 76, and the Knicks were 4 points behind. For five minutes, both sides were back and forth, and each round could feel the ruthlessness they wanted to kill the opponent on the court, but no side could break the deadlock.

To score, Nelson called a timeout, and Collins also called a timeout.

But none of their pauses worked.

Five minutes of deadlock.

This is undoubtedly the game that David Stern hates the most. This kind of game will lose some impatient audiences. Those beginners will only feel that the players on both sides are not good at their skills and cannot make any shots, but will not think about it: Why can't they just make a shot?

With six minutes left in the final quarter, the only superstar on the field is determined to use his personal abilities to end this stiff situation.

"Part got the ball!"

"Part attack!"

"Hear? The audience in Madison Garden roared angryly!"

Ewing is out of place with New York. He is too dull and his playing style is not as bright and beautiful as Jordan. Many fans dislike him very much.

But New York fans have to admit that Ewing did at least better than the last New York King. (Bernard King)

When everyone couldn't open it, Ewing resisted the pressure, took the ball on his back, and sat on Mills, just like the barbaric O'Neal, and carried out a terrible violent basket abuse under the basket.

78 to 80

"This is the value of a superstar!"

"Patrick Ewing has the ability to kill and kill!"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa~"

Everyone was gasping for breath, and this suffocating battle had come to the last moment.

With 4 minutes left in the game, the score difference was only 2 points.

"Grant, you still have a chance to prove that you are not a cancer tonight."

Mo Mengchen asked Hill to dribble the ball through the half, but he did not leave directly, but stayed in the backcourt to explain some things to Hill.

"You said I'm a cancer?"

Hill started playing basketball at the age of 5 and was praised everywhere he went. He was praised as a player who was beneficial to the team. The word cancer, he grew up so old that he heard someone use it on him for the first time.

“5 out of 20.”

This is Hill's hit rate. If he hadn't caused a lot of damage, his efficiency would have been very ugly.

"Damn it, I'm not a cancer!" Hill said.

"That orangutan four offended," Mo Mengchen said, "Go."

Hill was in a daze, he was not very sure that Ewing performed too well tonight.

His excellence is not only reflected in his data. When the game is stagnant or someone needs to stand up and break the situation, he can stand up and let everyone know who is the best player on the field.

Even Hill was shocked by this momentum.

"Go up!"

Mo Mengchen pointed at the penalty area.

"Damn it!"

Hill's cultivation has been lost in this game. He is now just thinking about being so arrogant. What kind of tutors, the reserve of young masters, and the media's gentlemanly demeanor has been thrown away by him.

"You don't seem to have any confidence. You are really a good kid from Duke. Has Old K taught you how to compete in this situation?" Mason asked quietly.

"Go to yours!"

Hill's character has been broken, and at this moment he just wants to prove it to Mo Mengchen: I'm not a cancer!

No matter how you describe Hill's first step, it is too thin. His first step is lightning, a meteor, and the ultimate of human beings. Everyone has a deep memory of Iverson's continuous jump shots against Jordan in his rookie season. Hill had already swung past Jordan before Iverson and dunked through the penalty area.

His first step was his ultimate talent that even His Majesty, the Flying Majesty, could not do anything about it.

Devil Mountain from Duke University is now running towards the increasingly aging New York gorilla. He is full of talent and full of energy. He just wants to dunk on the opponent's head and cause the opponent's fifth foul. The ultimate goal of all this is only one, that is, to prove to the rookie with shit in his mouth: I'm not a kid!

At that moment, Ewing remembered Pipen, Jordan, Wilkins... the dunks that others had done on him were terrible every time, and every time it was him, which made the best dunk in his career.
To be continued...