Sabonis played for four minutes, but the loss seemed to be full of the game.

Jerome Williams still stood behind him, with five fouls on his back, defending the back of the roof of the world alone.

"206 cm single defense 221 cm!"

"93 kg vs. 130 kg!"

"Let's pay tribute to Jerome Williams taking off his hat!"

Sabonis easily knocked away Williams, but the latter stood back and pressed on again, completely pressing the roof of the world, carrying his shot, risking his six-foul departure, and giving a strong confrontation.

Sabonis screamed wisely, and forced himself to knock Williams over, and a harsh whistle rang out.

Everyone looked at the referee together.

The referee made obvious gesture: Sabonis swung his elbow and made an offensive foul!

"Jerome!!!"

The audience cheered for this miraculous single defense, and Williams sat on the ground, bleeding from his nostrils.

Mo Mengchen and Hill walked to him at the same time and helped him up.

Now he has to end.

Jerome Williams, who played for 10 minutes, scored 0 points, 4 rebounds and 5 fouls, was indeed beaten by Sabonis, but he had done everything he could.

No one can blame him.

"This is the backbone of Detroit!"

"Jerome gave everything to the team. He harassed the Lithuanians by any means, and used all his strength to consume him, and finally sprinkled blood on the field. If this is also called dirty, then I would rather be a dirty person and fight them to the end!"

There were only three minutes left in the first half, and the score on the field was 64 to 57.

Sabonis's consecutive attacks had little effect because the Pistons basically didn't double-team him, and he allowed him to force Williams alone.

Williams used his body and foul numbers, and if he couldn't stop him, he would send someone to the free throw line.

Sabonis, who was exhausted with severe physical strength, also had difficulty grasping the free throw. He made one of two free throws or even lost both free throws. In addition, his offense was not so stable. Once he failed to make a breakthrough, the Pistons protected the rebound and passed Mo Mengchen's hand, passing Hill for a long time. The entire counterattack process would not exceed five seconds.

Now, Sabonis is also exhausted.

Sprewell and Webber came on the court, replaced Stoudemire and Sabonis, and the Pistons also replaced all the main players.

For the remaining three minutes, both sides fought to the fullest while their blood was in full swing.

At the end of the half, the Pistons still led the Trail Blazers by 6 points 69-63.

The half-time scored nearly 70 points, and the pace of this game was not as fast as the finals. Sabonis felt exhausted after playing less than ten minutes.

Fortunately, there is halftime break, otherwise the Roof of the World would have been difficult to contribute to Portland tonight.

In the locker room, Williams had stopped his blood.

His four minutes of carrying Sabonis were praised by his teammates.

He personally has no expression.

After Mo Mengchen entered the locker room, he also greeted him with concern.

Westfal returned to the locker room and wiped off all the tactical diagrams on the tactical board. He said: "We are facing a team with the same thickness as ours. I believe you can also make corresponding tactical adjustments based on the changes in personnel on the field."

"I'm just clear."

"When Sabonis is present, we speed up the pace; otherwise, lower the pace."

It is obvious that the Trail Blazers are just an elderly man. Judging from the structure of the lineup, only Sabonis is not adapted to the Pistons' fast-paced play.

You should know that Sabonis only played ten minutes in the first half, and the Trail Blazers also chased behind the Pistons and scored 63 points.

They are very accustomed to the rhythm of running and bombing.

This has been proven through the half-time game.

This is why Westfal asked the players to lower the pace.

"Latriel's outside breakthrough should be paid extra attention, don't let him connect with Chris Webber. Also, when you decide to carry out the Hawks offense, you can try to challenge Chris Webber head-on."

There is no specific tactics or personnel changes. Westfar talks about the core concept and what tactics to use in specific situations.

The halftime is not long nor short, just enough Westfar has finished setting up.

"Guys, let us prove that the Pistons that slow down the offensive rhythm are still the most offensive Pistons in the league. You must know that being able to stretch and retract is a real man!"

“yes!!!”

The first attack in the second half, as soon as we met, Sprewell pressed Mo Mengchen in the frontcourt.

Such a frontcourt press is the real pressure on the frontcourt press.

Momonchen's idea would break Rick Pitino's heart, but he really felt that Spraywell's tight pressing alone was much stronger than the Celtics who had been playing for two years but couldn't figure out how to make Kansas' frontcourt tight pressing high-pressure defense.

Pitino must have the opposite opinion, and Mo Mengchen vowed to defend his right to defend himself.

Mo Mengchen kept changing hands and dribbling, dribbling slowly through the half-court, and passed the ball to Hill and ran all over the field with Sprewell.

"Come!"

Rashid was in charge of the position, got the ball, and forced Weber to force him on his back. He deeply understood Westfar's tactical arrangement - strongly criticizing Weber from the front.

He turned the basket with his back and dribbled in one step at the bottom. Although Weber actively blocked the position, Rashid had already rushed to a deep position and leaned against him, leveraging the force to score at the basket.

71 to 63

"Come on, idiot." Mo Mengchen seduced.

Sprewell was unwilling to take risks because Rashid and Big Ben were eyeing him. Seeing that there was no chance in the inside, Mo Mengchen could not have room to shoot even if he had a strong attack, so he passed the ball out.

Webber scored with a straight arm jump shot.

65 to 71

The Pistons slowly transferred the ball, not as anxious as before.

The rhythm of the offense slowly dropped in this slow pass.

The reduced offensive rhythm is also affecting Sprewell's off-ball defense. Fast-paced offense, each pick-and-roll and cover are important and have specific uses. Now it's different. To lower the rhythm, Momonchen can run quickly without destroying the tactics.

He ran to the bottom corner of the right Rashid was there.

The two of them were communicating with each other.

Rashid suddenly laughed, like some mentally abnormal murderer, who was chasing someone, but suddenly turned around and chopped down a bystander.

Sprewell was this bystander, and Rashid's sudden pick-and-roll completely blocked him.

Mo Mengchen took the ball at the bottom corner, and the ball was handed over to his left hand, and deliberately showed off a three-pointer with his personal characteristics in front of Sprewell.

"Swish!"

"What is the purpose of your defense? I have scored 18 points." Mo Mengchen asked.

Sprewell bit his lip tightly, and Mo Mengchen ran out too many open positions, and there was nothing he could do because the Trail Blazers' defense echo was not strong enough.

Mo Mengchen ran out of the open space with pick-and-roll and cover, and Webber and others did not have enough sense of supplementary support, so they could only rely on Sprewell to chase him alone.

This is also the reason why Sprewell was dissatisfied with Momonchen.

He believed that Mo Mengchen was relying on the help of his teammates to bully him alone. If his teammates had excellent defensive awareness, Mo Mengchen would be unable to run away from his defense even if he had broken his legs.

"Hateful bastard, I..."

Sprewell dribbled in the frontcourt and wanted to attack. Suddenly, Mo Mengchen took the initiative to force him to make a tight defense that seemed to be unsatisfactory.

His defense was completely without any threat in Spraywell's eyes.

This guy is already crazy!

"You're looking for death!"

Sprewell was furious. Mo Mengchen defended like this and decided that he would not break through. Since that was the case, what reason did he have to not give him good looks?

Sprewell can never be a pure point guard, although he has a good view of the goal.

However, his vision is limited. He is an offensive player at heart. Once he decides to start the attack, he will not see others in his eyes. Such a person cannot be an organizer.

Dunleavy dared to let him play No. 1 because the Trail Blazers have two inside players who can average 5 assists per game, rather than believing that he can really be a good organization.

Once he is angry, the result is that he has only himself in his eyes, as if the madmen who are driving the "I'm invincible" buff are going to kill all the enemies alone.

Whenever others come crazy, Mo Mengchen feels that the person who nicknames him (madman) is really a god.

The madman is ready to shoot, but Mo Mengchen really can't block it, but others can, such as Grant Hill, who has long been targeting him.

Devil Mountain was very cautious. He confirmed that Sprewell could not pass the ball and gave up Walter Williams came forward to defend, and threw a blow to Mo Mengchen chased the ball.

Following up with the subsequent counterattack, the furious madman wanted to stop the loss, and the best way was to foul Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen gave him a cruel sarcastic smile, pushed the ball out with both hands and hit Hill.

"Strike back!"

"It's a counterattack again!"
To be continued...