Chapter 557 Is it over like this?

Time: Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 21:00 pm.

Location: Rose Garden Arena, Portland, Oregon, USA.

Background: When the whole world is questioning you, all you can do is prove yourself in absolute adversity - I am a legend!

Tonight, 20,630 fans poured into the Rose Garden.

The fan square outside the Rose Garden also gathered thousands of fans who had not bought tickets. They prepared champagne and beer and dozens of fast food trucks wandered here. They knew that during the game, fans' mouths were not idle, just like watching movies, the same was true for watching games.

In the arena, players from both sides are warming up.

Paul Allen came to the scene again. Tonight, he was very confident because the referee of this game was still in good condition.

The referee is Dennis McKinlen. His son works under Allen. Although the status of the two is very different, Allen is very good at using this kind of interpersonal relationship to make profits for the team.

Game3's victory has proved that his approach is correct.

Some people may think this is dirty, but how many competitive sports are pure and flawless? To become a champion, in addition to having a championship team, you must also do all aspects inside and outside the court.

The Pistons are currently in a deep battle of public opinion, with a fire in the backyard and no help from the referee on the court. This is what they are not doing well.

Paul believes they can tie the score at Rose Garden tonight.

This year's finals will have to be played at least seven games before the winner will be decided.

Bill Walton was very depressed. As a pioneer, he brought a championship to the city. It is reasonable to stand on the team as a commentator, but he really likes the Pistons.

Old partner Reeve Albert saw his thoughts and said with a smile: "Bill, stop thinking about it, the game begins soon, and everyone who plays well will cheer for you."

Mo Mengchen walked onto the field and gently rubbed his shoes under his feet.

This is the fourth generation of his personal signature sneakers. Because of his gorgeous shape, sales have always been at the forefront. Tonight he will wear these shoes to play this unpopular game.

The Trail Blazers' home advantage has been badly said by the outside world. They have extremely strong strength, and with the home advantage, no one is optimistic about the Pistons winning here.

There is a view that they will lose three consecutive away games.

"It seems that you have a bad rest recently."

After winning a game, Stoudemire's back was also hard and he had the confidence to speak.

Mo Mengchen glanced at him and did not reply.

Head coach McGinn came to the logo with the ball in his arms, looking fair and strict.

Mo Mengchen saw him having a great time talking to Allen before, and felt that it was another difficult game to play tonight.

Damn home court advantage.

This is already a home court advantage beyond the general scope, and the referee here regards the Trail Blazers as a relative.

The ball was thrown into the air, Rashid and Sabonis jumped at the same time, and the roof of the world racquetted the racket with excellent predictions.

"Portland has a good start," Walton said.

As we all know, five of the six games that the Pistons lost this season (including the playoffs) were the first jump.

Stoudemire took the ball through half the court and the position was spread out.

Weber fell to the low post, Sabonis stood on the free throw line, and the other three players were divided into the left bottom corner and arc top position.

This is the Trail Blazers' regular position offensive position.

After the front was opened, Weber immediately pressed his body on Rashid. This guy who never stood up in a big scene looked like he wanted to take responsibility tonight.

Webber took the ball with his back and was about to attack, but he arched inside. Before the steps under his feet could catch up, the referee whistle sounded.

Everyone looked at it together.

The bottom corner referee made a defensive foul.

"Rashid Wallace had a foul in less than ten seconds of the game," Walton said. "This is really bad news for Detroit."

Rashid gently patted his head with both hands, and he calmed himself down in this way.

Mo Mengchen strongly asked the Flying Squirrel to fight without the ball. Under this defense, Stoudemire had difficulty receiving the serve, and Sabonis riskedly sent the ball to Webber in the low post.

He is very skilled and brave. No one believes that he will give the ball to Weber at this position, and no one will ambush it in advance. Weber takes the ball and attracts double-teamed passes to Sabonis outside the three-point line in the bottom corner.

Sabonis made a three-point jump shot from the bottom corner to tell the world that he could shoot at this position.

"Swish!"

3 to 0

Mo Mengchen stopped in the frontcourt. Sprewell was about to put pressure on him, but he saw him holding the ball with both hands and passing it to Hill, who was in the low position.

"Are you scared?" Sprewell snorted coldly.

"I just lost interest in ravaging you." Mo Mengchen said sarcastically, and Hill turned around and missed the jump shot.

Rashid had the chance to make up for the score, but he was not sure about it. He was almost certain to get a chance.

The Pistons' offense was really not smooth at the beginning.

Sprewell started in full swing, and with the whole game of Rose Garden, he scored a dunk.

"5-0! This game is almost a replica of yesterday! Portland is going to prove at home that they can win three games in a row!"

The hands and feet of these people are too stiff.

Wallace serves Momonchen.

Mo Mengchen turned around and the madman was already in front of him. He defended this way in every round in these four games.

Even though his defense did not stop Mo Mengchen from scoring, his passion did not decline at all. Sprewell did have a strong energy on his body, and his physical fitness may be better than Alan Houston.

Although Houston is known as a physical monster and the person with the most playing time in the Pistons, he will never be entrusted with such a defensive task.

He can play from the first quarter to the middle of the second quarter without resting, and Sprewell can do it too.

The difference is that one of them only does things within their responsibilities, and the other is that they do not discount things within their responsibilities, and they can also bear things outside their responsibilities.

First, we must end this scoring drought.

Mo Mengchen called for the scalpel tactics, and Houston ran out of the open position. Mo Mengchen passed the ball in place, and the king of central shot scored a jump shot.

2 to 5

Stoudemier was about to break through, and Mo Mengchen's defense was like a fortress made of steel, blocking him. No matter how many steps he had to take, he would return a terrifying confrontation.

"Dwarfs who have a brain in the water, do you want to attack?"

Momonchen pushed Stadmeier to one step outside the three-point line, and the general defense would not do this.

To enhance its aggressiveness, Mo Mengchen didn't mind doing it any more.

He doesn't care about assisting or not. That's not his job, nor does he have that much energy. He may never be an excellent team defender, but he is definitely a terrifying single-defense hand that makes people unable to breathe, especially for players in the same position.

The trembling Stoudemire turned around and passed the ball to Sprewell.

Sprewell got the ball in his hand, Houston slowed down a step in defense, and he pulled up and shot a three-pointer.

The basketball rushed into the net with a powerful force, scraped the mesh wires around the net before falling to the ground reluctantly.

8 to 2

"After returning to home, they all found their form!" Walton sighed, "Detroit will be tough tonight."

Sprewell wished he could give Momonchen the same strength on both ends of the offense and defense.

"Are you here again? Guess how I will end up with you tonight?"

Mo Mengchen's words are like snow in the severe winter, with only coldness and no temperature.

In the past three games, the Pistons won two games in three games, Mo Mengchen averaged 27 points, 7 rebounds and 6 assists per game.

His statistics are significantly improved compared to the regular season and previous playoffs, and Sprewell failed in his defense.

But his way of hitting Spraywell was not the usual way of attacking with the ball.

In the first game in Auburn Hills, he knocked the madman out of the ball.

In the second game of Auburn Mountain Legend, not to mention the last Hammer assist, who was destined to be the legend, Sprewell and Momonchen faced each other like a low-IQ orangutan, who was played with no temper.

In that game, Mo Mengchen cut through the air and covered the back door, and scored 20 points again.

The Pistons lost in the third game, but Mo Mengchen scored 30 points. Sprewell's defense failed no matter how he looked at it.

That's why Mo Mengchen asked this question tonight.

How to defeat you?

What else do I have to do? You admit that you can't defend me at all?

Sprewell will never admit this. He believes that the reason why Mo Mengchen can get so many points is because his teammates have too many screens and pick-and-rolls. The Trail Blazers' defense against screens and pick-and-rolls is a mess. How could he lock the dor with the support of the Pistons alone?

This is the reason why he was overwhelmed by three consecutive games and was overwhelmed with confidence.

In this round, the Trail Blazers consciously confronted the Pistons and did not speed up the pace of the game to kill Sabonis.

The tactics were deflated, and Mo Mengchen got the ball from the outside.
To be continued...