"Rashard Lewis, the first round 29th pick last year."

"This season, averaging 3 points and 1 rebound in the Pistons, with a shooting percentage of 40%.

"As a talented high school student, he was once a favorite for the lottery show when he decided to sign up for the draft, and was invited to the Little Green House on the draft night."

"So far, some people think that Detroit used such a low-coordinator to get Rashad to a complete robbery."

Lewis has no aura of genius on his head. He is just an ordinary rookie at the end of the first round and is also ranked last on the bench for the Pistons.

Such a big gap will have a severe blow to his self-confidence.

But tonight, I was called by the head coach during such a sensitive period and played against Duncan, and had a rare opportunity.

Lewis stood at the bottom corner on the left according to Westfare's arrangement.

Duncan ignored him for a good reason. Lewis' three-point shooting percentage was only 16%. He claimed to be able to shoot outside the three-point line, but his shooting percentage was not enough to be fooled.

Seeing Duncan defending like this, Mo Mengchen simply stopped playing tactics and passed the ball to Houston, and Houston passed Lewis in the bottom corner again.

"Fuck it!"

Rashid stood up and shouted.

Outside the three-point line in the bottom corner, Lewis made a three-pointer without defense, and actually made a three-pointer. Through this three-pointer, his three-pointer has been trusted by Duncan, and he will be released in every round next.

"What the hell is this ball?" Rashid shouted.

Westfall narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering how things would develop next.

He gave the young man a chance, and obviously, he was not ready.

The Celtic counterattack was brutally stopped by Momonchen.

Mo Mengchen was like a drunk driver hitting a motorcycle head-on, knocking Barros, who was about to push back, to the ground.

The boos in the garden are rising and falling.

Mo Mengchen raised his hand coldly and admitted to the foul.

This is his second foul tonight.

Lewis ran back and dared not look at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen opened his mouth and said in a clear voice: "Next round, as long as they emptied you, I will pass the ball to you!"

Usually, Lewis would be troubled by getting an open position but no one passed the ball. Now, because he got too big a free position but could not throw the ball, Mo Mengchen insisted on passing the ball to him. This is simply the biggest trouble in the world.

"Did you hear it?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"Yes..." Lewis responded humbly.

Duncan's defense was replaced by Miller.

Miller's assisted defense is also a mess. Fortunately, his single defense skills are good, and he can limit Duncan one or two.

The Pistons made up their minds not to shrink the double-team, and Duncan had no choice.

Seeing Duncan continue to attack, Ricky Davis was moved again.

He just wanted to give Duncan a big hat, and he even dreamed of it.

I don’t know if Mo Mengchen saw his thoughts and deliberately ran to him. The two people suddenly appeared made it difficult for Duncan to see the surrounding situation. Mo Mengchen’s arrival gave Davis more space, enough to allow him to hide and quietly approach his prey.

Duncan was finally going to attack. He carried Miller to the paint area, turned around and held the ball to the top of his head, and his elbow almost hit Miller's face.

It was a dirty move, but it was totally legal and Miller had trouble moving - if he didn't want to be disfigured.

Although Duncan's movements were distorted and ugly, Miller could not react at all and could only watch his opponent shoot in a face-riding manner.

"it's over?"

"Go to your xの!"

Davis' appearance was quite thrilling. The stone Buddha, who had not changed for thousands of years, was shocked and could not adjust. Davis was like a rocket that took off with force, flying higher and higher, holding his hands high, like a block in a volleyball game, blocking Duncan's ball.

Mo Mengchen returned to the penalty area, took the rebound, turned around and waved past Antoine Walker who wanted to counterattack on the spot, and accelerated the advance.

His speed is getting faster and faster.

No one could keep up with this speed. Mo Mengchen ran to the frontcourt alone and scored a slam dunk with both hands.

He hung on the basket for two seconds before letting go.

33 to 38

"Dad, you're pretty!" Davis turned into a dog-licking man on the spot, and used more than a dozen adjectives to praise a slam dunk that was so dull that it had no characteristics.

He probably wasted his entire life's literary talent at this moment.

"A defense like that is enough." Mo Mengchen reminded him rationally.

Davis put away his knees and licked his face and said, "I know."

"Give me the ball, I want that damn rookie to not run around while defending!"

Davis repeatedly left Walker to assist in defense in the interior, which made the latter feel embarrassed.

He wants the ball, and his teammates will naturally give it to him.

Walker took the ball in one hand and showed a fierce look on the other: "If Mo didn't teach you how to respect your seniors, I wouldn't mind showing up to teach!"

"You are not qualified to show up for your father to teach." Davis only replied this sentence.

"Go to die!"

As a swingman in the third-4 position, Walker has a broad vision and excellent ball control. In that era when it was dominated by the inside line, his playing style was very advanced, so it was no wonder that Pitino let him play the point guard.

Davis can't defend such a star player as long as he is determined to play singles.

Without relying on explosive power and physical fitness, Walker's rhythm changes, breakthrough angles, and grasp of offensive size are enough for Davis to learn for many years.

Mo Mengchen wanted to help, but the distance was too far to reach.

Walker broke through Davis in three seconds.

He relies on rhythm and skills to break through Davis. When scoring, his physical fitness was shown. Lewis, who performed poorly on the offensive end, wanted to win back the score for himself on the defensive end, but as a result, he became the dead soul under the sword of Fatto.

Walker easily knocked over Lewis, raised his hands like a hammer in the penalty area where the inside line, and blasted into the basket.

The moment Lewis fell from the air, the referee whistle sounded and added a defensive foul.

It was as if he felt that his situation was not miserable enough.

"Where is the cheer?" Walker asked flamboyantly.

"Antoine!"

"Antoine!"

The audience at the scene called his name together.

Lewis' fall not only made the team's morale plummet, but also injured himself.

He played for two and a half minutes and his data was 1 foul.

Then he was carried off by a team medical stretcher.

Before Walker executed the free throw, Westfal had no choice but to replace the main player. The decline on the field proved that his substitution had completely failed.

Alan Houston and Lewis were replaced.

Hill and Rashid replaced the field, and Ricky Davis swung to the No. 3 position due to the return of Devil Mountain.

In this way, the piston's outer line has both height and explosive power, but without Houston, the projection threat has dropped a lot.

Hill's three-pointers have improved a lot compared to last season, but Davis's shooting is a one-time deal, and it's not clear at all.

Walker made a free throw, 41 to 33.

As soon as the free throw was reached, the call of "f/u*c*k      det!" resounded again throughout the audience.

"The score difference is so big, I'm starting to have some thoughts about you."

Mo Mengchen looked at the 8-point difference and said something that made Baros terrified.

He noticed that Mo Mengchen's position was at the forty-five degrees on the left. One step further was the tactical starting position of the Eagle-style offensive, which was usually Hill for this tactic.

At this moment, Hill and Davis joined hands to be audiences in the opposite area, leaving the stage completely to Mo Mengchen.

It's clear what to do.

Barros was frightened. The moment Mo Mengchen started, his body whizzed past Barros like a starting train.

He didn't dare to move. Once he moved, the power on Mo Mengchen would definitely rebound to him.

As soon as Barros' defense was broken, the Celtics' defense immediately changed. The inside line was crowded with Mo Mengchen to wait for Mo Mengchen to arrive. Their changes were too fast, which directly caused Mo Mengchen to change his offensive decision.

He stopped outside the paint area, made a forward tilt and hit the board.

35 to 41

"Grant, don't run!" Mo Mengchen shouted, "You should have the strength to play with them in the frontcourt, right?"

Hill said: "Of course."
To be continued...