Henry Ford Training Center

Mo Mengchen is fully equipped with equipment, and few people will train like this in this era. His equipment is very eye-catching.

He was carrying heavy weight on his upper limbs and doing some directional changes that others rarely see. Some people recognized a certain movement, such as the inandout change (one-hand dribbling change), which came from the street. In addition to practicing the inandout change, Mo Mengchen also combined the hand-changing cross step, the crotch cross step and the dribbling cross step behind.

He hopes to increase the rhythm of dribbling with a variety of cross steps and come in handy in actual combat as much as possible.

His current total evaluation has reached 82 points. To talk about weaknesses, it means that he is not strong in body, his explosive power is mediocre, lacks continuous and effective offensive skills, and relies heavily on shooting feel.

The terrifying speed that does not match height is a variation of him. If he doesn't have a feel, he will use his speed to break through, but in order to protect himself, he will not take a lot of quick breakthroughs in the regular season, which is a crime against the knee.

Mo Mengchen does not have a skill similar to "steel knee", so he has to take care of his not-solid knees.

During training, he was very focused and did not think about other things unless he was disturbed.

Hill especially likes to disturb his training. I don’t know if it was intentional. Every time he appears, Mo Mengchen is about to immerse himself in the training.

He is here again.

"You'd better have a reasonable explanation." Mo Mengchen grabbed the ball with one hand and looked at Hill with a bad expression.

If the opponent on the field saw Mo Mengchen's expression, the Metropolis was frightened. Hill has been used to such an expression in the past four years and is not afraid at all.

Devil Mountain said: "We want to organize a 3v3 confrontation. Are you interested?"

Anyway, his training rhythm was also destroyed by Hill. If he couldn't send out his anger on this guy, it would be too uncomfortable to force him to hold it in.

"Yes." Mo Mengchen removed the training facility, returned it to the training team, and followed Hill.

Hill asked, "What is that?"

"Simulation of practical training instruments." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill still cannot accept such instruments that can simulate actual combat. The older generation firmly believes that there is no instrument that can simulate actual combat.

However, the research results show that everything can be simulated in the future.

Simulating the NBA level practical battle is even easier.

There are 3v3 matches, plus Mo Mengchen, a total of six people.

They are Momonchen, Hill, Houston, Rashid, Brad Miller, Ricky Davis and Louis M. Lore.

Momonchen's teammates are Houston and Miller.

Two rookies are paired with four starters, and this is a script to accompany the prince to study.

At the beginning of this confrontation, Mo Mengchen used the training results to confront Hill. He started with an inandout change direction, and moved the ball in one hand and changed directions like a change of position. Suddenly, he stopped and crossed his crotch with a quick hand. The ball was as fast as the wind, but his body's speed was not fast, because Mo Mengchen's explosive power was very mediocre, but he relied on the rhythm of the dribble to get rid of Hill.

Hill knew very well that once his defensive position was broken, he would be unable to defend against Mo Mengchen.

Compared with speed, no one is Mo Mengchen's opponent except those little defenders who are known for their speed.

Mo Mengchen rushed like an arrow and scored a layup.

"Grant, I really didn't expect your speed to be slower than Brad." Mo Mengchen's trash words ignored the enemy and killed on a large scale.

Miller was very hurt.

Hill smiled, but it was not the kind of pacifist smile hello me and everyone, but the bloodthirsty smile he had before counterattacked.

Hill obviously could beat Mo Mengchen in one step, but deliberately slowed down and passed by two steps. Miller couldn't defend and could only let Hill dunk.

Hill scored a spike and said to Mo Mengchen after landing: "Your defense is no different from before."

The competitiveness of these two people determines that this is a high-quality three-three confrontation.

Westfal was frightened by the side. It would be fine if the team matches are very intense, but why is the entertainment-oriented three-three confrontation so intense?

This is indeed very surprising.

Mo Mengchen didn't mean that he had to maintain high intensity at any time, but he was disturbed by Hill just now and was unhappy and happened to vent his anger here.

Although it was a 33-half match, Mo Mengchen wanted to win.

For the last few balls, he stopped and handed the ball to Miller.

At the free throw line, Miller vs. Rashid, two extremely smart big men run each other.

"I don't want to lose," Rashid said to Miller.

Miller said: "So I."

The other two people were moving because there were only two people, so they were easy to defend. Now it depends on who is more insane and how Miller passes the ball.

Suddenly, Miller found Momonchen pointing to the sky.

Not a good opportunity.

Miller believes that if the ball is just passed like this, Mo Mengchen will not be able to complete the all-time catch even if he receives the ball in the air. His physical fitness is not that strong. Once it cannot end immediately, Hill's defense will make him unable to move at the basket.

Mo Mengchen likes Miller the most among the three rookies in the team in 1998 and gives him autonomy many times during the game. Miller is very grateful for this.

But he is not an idiot who puts his nose on the face. The boss looks down on you. That is your blessing. You can't be fooled by your favor. Mo Mengchen wants the ball, so he must pass it. If this pass fails to help the team score, Miller has to rush to raise his hand to signal that it is his own mistake.

This is the basic quality of a sensible novices.

Miller still underestimated Momonchen.

No one expected to see a world-class cooperation in a three-three confrontation match.

Mo Mengchen took the ball in the air and immediately shot. His ball did not hit the basket, but went out of the three-point line. When he saw Miller passing the ball, Ricky Davis, who thought the attack was over, relaxed his guard and the basketball flew into Houston's hands.

Houston stood outside the three-point line and made a shot.

Mo Mengchen won the match point.

"Ricky, are your eyes blindfolded by shit?" Rashid roared.

Davis dared not be angry or speak out. This ball was indeed his fault and completely lost the person.

A world-class cooperation defeated the opponent's momentum. Hill's breakthrough was interfered by Miller and missed the trolley. Mo Mengchen took the rebound and passed it to Houston again.

Davis, whose mentality was completely broken, lost his defensive power and was removed by the Central Bullet King. You must know that it was Alan Houston, a guy who could hardly dribble away in actual combat.

He got rid of Davis and made a jump shot and hit the final shot.

As soon as the game ended, Rashid squirted at Davis: "Your fucking defense just now is like shit, more generous than the fuck Wells Fargo. I will never team up with you next time!"

"Your defense is just a piece of shit!"

"Don't say that," Momonchen wants to speak for Davis? That's impossible. He just wants to stop Rashid's insulting feces. "Shit can also be used as fertilizer, and Ricky's defense will only make people angry."

Rashid is becoming more and more like Mo Mengchen's horseman. His concerted concert is full of coordination.

Hill looked at the lost Davis and couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, Ricky just didn't do the final defense well. It's my fault. I should switch defense with him."

Rashid didn't want to listen to his words.

My mother is a good person again, everyone can see that.

"Mom, if you don't let this guy know how bad that defense is today, how can we expect him to defend others on the court in the future?" Rashid said without hesitation, "He can't even defend all the ball-holding breakthrough!"

(Note: all is the abbreviation of Alan Houston. Alan:allan)

Houston doesn't like to hear this sentence anymore. What does "he can't even defend all the ball breaks through"?

"Rashid, do you think my ball holding is bad?" Houston asked.

Rashid said carelessly: "Everyone on earth knows it."

"Fart! I'm not hiding it!" Houston angrily wanted to prove it to himself.

Rashid just knew it was accurate and he couldn't prove it to himself: "Or why do you only have the running tactics?"

Houston, who was desperate to save face, ran to Westfall, who was watching the show on the sidelines, applied for the ball-holding tactic.

Westfal was very happy to spend three hours explaining to Alan Houston why he didn't let him hold the ball. He had enough patience to make Houston realize that it was not that his holding the ball was not good, but that there were people in the team who held the ball better. He could make Houston neither hurt nor accept his words.

As a result, Houston did not have the patience and just said: "Long live understanding, I'd better not hold the ball."

There is no sign of the chaos in the training hall that will be matched tonight.

They will face their fourth visiting opponent at home tonight, the Cleveland Cavaliers.

The Cavaliers' card is Sean Kemp, but today's Kemp is not the familiar Griffin in the 1990s. Because of the suspension season, he became obsessed with alcohol, drank beer belly, and could never fly again.

The most indignant thing is that he destroyed his talent with one hand and used two seasons to prove that even without the physical fitness of a beast, he could still win 209 per game by relying on his skills.

Kamp, who ate himself into a pig, left another if for NBA.

Unfortunately, nothing can be changed. Camp, who flew to the sky, was gone. Tonight, the Cavaliers' goal was not to win, but to be able to walk out of the Auburn Mountain Palace decently at the end of the game.

Because everyone knows that breaking up should be decent.

As a result, both sides played a very happy game.

The joy of this game is that Rashid and Kamp had a conflict and fisted each other on the spot. The audience on the scene gave away Rashid and Kamp who were expelled by the referee.

After losing Camp, the Knight, who had already lacked confidence, became even more difficult to fight against the Pistons.

In the end, they defeated the Pistons by 28 points.
Chapter completed!