"You must not be able to guard against me!"

Mo Mengchen was changed to one step by the third time by Sprewell. This time he learned to be smart and did not lean into the inside line. After passing the free throw line, he pulled up his head and was as strong as Cangmu Laogen.

"Bang!"

Hit the board, 8 to 4.

The Pistons led by 4 points, and Sprayville finally scored a goal. He played singles for three consecutive rounds. Although he was very imposing, his success rate was not high.

When Mo Mengchen recalled his attack, what impressed him the most was speed and explosive power.

It's indeed very fast, and once he breaks through, it will be difficult for Mo Mengchen to follow him. His breakthrough is a combination of explosive power and speed.

This kind of breakthrough that does not require space to become stronger than it is really not reasonable.

Then, Mo Mengchen handed over the ball Hill, and the guy broke through, not paying attention to the weak roof of the world. He bullied others to move speed like a snail. He really thought he couldn't follow, but he didn't expect that the roof of the world raised his hand and gave him a hat with his fingertips.

The ball was knocked out, Webber picked up the rebound and passed the Sprewell straight. They all knew that as long as this guy ran, no one could keep up with the whole game.

Sprewell crossed the game alone and scored a dunk.

6 to 8

"You just can't defend me!" Sprewell shouted.

"Don't talk too early." Mo Mengchen walked past him, returned to the backcourt, and served Hill.

Hill said: "Go to the bottom corner, let's play a V-shaped attack."

"No, he saw that I was watching very tightly. It doesn't make sense to stand in the bottom corner. You should take the lead and let Ah run the scalpel No. 1 tactic." Mo Mengchen said.

This surprised Hill. Sprewell jumped so fiercely that Mo Mengchen didn't even want to call him back, but instead asked the others to open it first?

What Hill didn't expect was that the V-character offense was too simple, with just a triangle position, two inside high positions, double pick-and-roll, and a sudden split. If Sprewell was determined to lock Mo Mengchen, no matter what others were, he would have no chance to fight back.

The scalpel is different.

The most special thing about this tactic is that it can deal with any emergencies. As the designer of this tactic, Mo Mengchen knew the most.

Once the scalpel is activated, everyone will run.

"Bit face, come and keep up with my pace."

Mo Mengchen began to walk Sprewell to run wildly in the first half. The madman was actually very satisfied with this arrangement because he was known for not running to death as soon as he debuted. He was best at strangling his opponents in the whole game and testing his will. Mo Mengchen ran like this, which was actually exactly what he wanted.

Suddenly, Rashid was pick-and-rolling and helping Houston catch his opponent, and the back pick-and-roll helps Momonchen block Spraywell.

A defensive elite like Sprewell could not be caught in a pick-and-roll, and quickly get rid of it, looking for an opportunity to get involved in Mo Mengchen again.

However, Hill passed the ball to Houston.

He has two options: let Houston shoot, or let Momondust prevent Houston.

He chose the former.

Houston made a three-pointer, with a standard shooting posture and a soft touch, and a three-pointer shot through the net with a lightweight shot.

The king of Zhongtou clenched his fists and roared.

11 to 8

"I thought you had at least a dolphin-level mind. Now, I obviously overestimated you," Mo Mengchen said. "I apologize to the dolphin for this idea. Your IQ should be similar to a shepherd dog."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen ran away helplessly.

He sighed, as if a confrontation with such a mentally retarded person was an insult to him.

"I must be careful to death to you tonight!" the madman yelled.

Mo Mengchen stopped and turned around and said, "If you do it, I will throw you a bone as a reward."

"Calm down! Calm down Ratriel!"

The madman almost ran away, and his teammates caught him.

Mo Mengchen was still in that defensive posture, clearly trying to let Sprewell attack.

"Come on, keep breaking through, like before, but I suggest you pass the ball."

Then Sprewell passed the ball out, and he saw that Rashid and Wallace were stuck on his breakthrough route, so the ball must not be broken inward.

"What an obedient and good dog." Mo Mengchen nodded and praised.

Sprewell said angrily: "Shut up!"

Then, Sabonis came to the free throw line to get the ball. Looking at Wallace standing in front of him, he could resist shooting in front of Big Ben, who was two meters naked, which was completely respectful to the opponent.

He would soon find that passing the ball so dangerously is actually not as good as Wallace's shooting percentage in the end.

Webber took the ball with his back, spun and jumped, flirtatiously straightened his arms and shot, but missed the ball.

Mo Mengchen recovered the rebound, and Sprewell stepped forward to punish him with a lot of fouls, but he didn't expect his foul actions to be used by Mo Mengchen - the madman stared at him, and Mo Mengchen actually leaned against his body, like a strand of freshly washed hair, floating and light, and crossed through him indescribable ways.

"Stop it!"

Sprewell chased after him.

His speed was really fast, and the gap between Mo Mengchen and him narrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye - of course, this was also what Mo Mengchen deliberately made it happen - Mo Mengchen stopped behind one two meters outside the three-point line, and Sprewell was shaken away.

Then, he closed the ball and jumped up, and shot an unreasonable nine-meter arc top three-pointer from an unreasonable position.

As soon as the ball was shot, Mo Mengchen turned around as soon as he landed on the ground.

When the ball passed through the center of the basket, he was completely facing the basket.

Sprewell saw his back as well, and he clenched his fists angrily: "I swear I must..."

If this continues, will it be revealed? Hill thought to himself.

Mike Dunleavy was about to call a timeout, not to adjust the match, but to calm down Spraywell.

He thought this defense was not a matter of speed. Sprewell lost his mind and was completely angry and could not make a calm judgment. With this guy's character of being too angry and daring to pinch the head coach's neck, if he lets him develop like this, he might have to fight on the court.

He can't let this happen.

Sure enough, in the next round, Sprewell challenged Mo Mengchen to fight with one person, and changed his qi and made a strong shot, but did not throw anyone away. Mo Mengchen followed and gave a strong interference.

"Bang!"

"Beep!"

Trail Blazers requested a pause.

14 to 8

In less than five minutes in the first quarter, the Pistons led by 6 points.

"Is this OK?" Hill asked.

"Don't worry." Mo Mengchen smiled and took a sip of Gatorade slowly.

Westfall asked: "Mo, do you want to substitute people to defend Ratriel? His offense is very frequent, if you are physically..."

But Mo Mengchen was looking at the opposite side. His vision allowed him to clearly see the expressions of each of the Trail Blazers. Through the opening and closing of Dunleavy's lips, he could even read a sentence or two of him.

It's time to learn some lip uttering, he thought to himself.

"Mo?"

Mo Mengchen reacted and said, "No, this is just right."

Is it just right? Westfar believes that Spraywell's offensive frequency is too frequent, and this level of counterattack will be a test for both of them.

But Sprewell is a famous physical monster.

Portland used him as a bulldog, and they could not make the mistake of a good horse against a bad horse.

But Mo Mengchen didn't seem to take this seriously. Maybe he had his own ideas and Westfar did not interfere. Before this match affects the outcome of the game, he could let Mo Mengchen continue to play.

"Brad, you replace the big book." Westfal said suddenly.

Miller unexpectedly looked at the head coach.

Wallace was also surprised. Although he was not good at defending Sabonis, his assisting defense against Sprewell could be said to have achieved great results. If he hadn't been standing behind him, Mo Mengchen would not have dared to let Sprewell play solo in any case.

Even Mo Mengchen was surprised.

"Sabonis only has 25 minutes of physical fitness for this intensity."

Westfal failed to explain more, and the pause ended.

When the starter returned to the court, Westfal told Wallace: "Be prepared, you have to go on anytime."

He had already understood what he said just now.

Only 25 minutes of physical strength means that he will find ways to create more damage and try to knock out several more inside players of his opponent before he runs out of physical strength.

Wallace is the piston's inside gate, so he naturally bears the brunt.

Replace Wallace and use Miller to match it, another version of the inferior horse against the superior horse.

"It seems that your coach fed you a few pieces of jerky during the timeout." Momonchen smiled at Sprayville.

Without Wallace, it would be irrational to continue to anger Sprewell because no one could help him wipe his butt.
To be continued...