The mistakes that happened on the night of losing were suffocating.

Hill was the first person to be called.

Devil Mountain stood up, his face was not very good: "I made many mistakes tonight, and the biggest mistake was from beginning to end, like an idiot, and I wanted to do something that I could not do at all."

"Even fans know how stupid this is, why do some people insist on me to implement it to the end?" Hill looked at Westfal, "Why didn't the coach stop it?"

Regarding Hill's question, Westfal replied with a smile: "So where are you wrong?"

"I am wrong because I am a thoughtful and behavioral adult, but I just listen to the wrong suggestions. I think I need to seriously consider the advice you gave me in the future."

Hill looked really angry, and after saying this, he turned around and walked into the shower room.

"Mo." Westfall called Momonchen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't help the team enough tonight, and also gave Grant the wrong advice, which made him feel embarrassed all night."

I originally wanted to say that I looked like a fool, but he was angry and there were ears in the walls.

"Indeed, I will not always be right. I hope you will dare to refute it on the spot when you hear a wrong suggestion, rather than venting your anger here after you make a big mistake like Grant."

I couldn't help it, sorry, I couldn't help it.

Mo Mengchen finally said: "However, I still regret the wrong suggestions tonight."

After saying that, he also walked to the shower room.

Ginobili was hard to breathe, and this tense atmosphere looked like a team about to fall apart.

"Are these two people... no problem?" the Argentinian couldn't help asking.

Barkley said: "There hasn't been such a big disagreement before."

"You have to trust Dad," said Jerome Williams. "He can handle Mom anytime."

What made Hill angry was not Mo Mengchen who provided the wrong opinion, nor was this wrong opinion that made him unhappy in the whole night. Instead, in the fourth quarter, when it was necessary to work hard, he was the only one who worked hard. Mo Mengchen did not fight desperately at all.

This is not like his style. Hill doesn't know what he is doing, and it feels very uncomfortable to be kept in the dark.

He hoped that through his speech, Mo Mengchen could come and apologize and tell him what it was for.

At this moment, he heard what Mo Mengchen said outside.

"Indeed, I will not always be right. I hope you will dare to refute it on the spot when you hear a wrong suggestion, rather than venting your anger here after you make a big mistake like Grant."

This bastard, should I blame me for this?

Hill was so angry that he had long been used to being a person who executed orders, because Mo Mengchen never made any mistakes, and this kind of trust was established through time.

Leading by Hill, the whole team trusted Mo Mengchen unconditionally.

This is the basis for Mo Mengchen to lead the team. If he cannot use the team like his own fists, the Pistons would not have had the success today.

Hill was the first player in the league last season. After a year, he got the honors. Mo Mengchen, who was standing next to him, only got the second team of the best team.

Even so, he is still the cornerstone of the piston.

His instructions never go wrong, and no one is more reliable than him at critical moments. It is these two points that have given him the prestige he has today.

What about tonight? His opinion was wrong and he was invisible at the critical moment.

Moreover, these two things were not caused by accidents or targeting by opponents, but by Mo Mengchen's deliberate efforts.

Since it was done deliberately, there must be some intention.

Hill was so angry that he was blocked from beginning to end that he was like a fool. It was not until the last three minutes that Westfal changed into the third lineup of garbage time like a appointment with Mo Mengchen, and he realized that the game was a show from beginning to end.

And he was the hardest idiot who made a show.

Mo Mengchen came in, Hill hoped that he would apologize immediately, be sincere in his attitude, and have sincere words. There should be no less than three words to express his apology, otherwise he would never forgive this bastard.

Apologize to me, bastard!

However, Mo Mengchen opened another room, turned on the shower, without saying a word.

It seemed as if I didn't notice Hill was next door.

What was Mo Mengchen doing at this time?

He was recalling tonight's game. Through the data collected by the team and the data obtained by double-teaming tonight, he could basically determine O'Neal's pass method and the Lakers' way of cracking double-teaming.

One of them is the hardest to defend.

At the low post on the left and right sides, the passer passes the ball from the bottom corner, and passes from this position, the distance between double-teaming and intercepting the ball is too far, and at most it can only destroy the pass.

Hill was exhausted tonight and only destroyed O'Neal's four passes, the effect was so poor that it could not be ignored.

So, if the double-team tactics are to work for O'Neal, first of all, their ball holders should not be allowed to pass the ball from the bottom corner, and O'Neal should not be allowed to reach those deadly positions.

This is the most difficult step.

Secondly, he also needs to experience O'Neal's passing speed himself.

After all, the perspectives of double-teamers and interceptors are different. Perhaps the ball path he saw when double-teaming is not the same when he intercepts the ball.

There were several balls tonight, and he looked as if Hill could break it, but it was a little bit worse in the end.

This game tonight is a test and confusion. The next time is an experiment. The outcome is still not important. The most important thing is a real experiment.

They can cut Weber's ball, Duncan's ball, Divac's ball, Gugliotta's ball, and these people's passing skills are undoubtedly above O'Neal.

They can cut off these people's balls, but there is no reason they can't cut off O'Neal's balls.

Just like a strategy game, you have to do it step by step.

Although such detailed research and targeting may only help them win one or two goals in the finals, it is enough.

Mo Mengchen's thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and Kobe was also there.

Judging from his performance tonight, it should not be a regular operation, and the feel is too good. If this is a regular operation, then he should be a superstar of the same level as O'Neal and should be thinking about snatching the shift and seizing power.

But Kobe is still an obedient child now, but he should already know how great his potential is, and that the seed of "that should be replaced" has taken root.

The Lakers achieve great ok, and ultimately they will lose great ok.

That's OK from the previous life, this life...

"Oh..."

Mo Mengchen couldn't help laughing.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Mengchen didn't talk to Hill.

He didn't notice Hill at all, and was completely immersed in his own world. After not waiting for an apology, Hill left in anger.

Hill closed the door hard and attracted Mo Mengchen's attention.

He was about to remind the other party not to break the door, but Devil Mountain had left the shower room.

"It seems that I'm really angry." Mo Mengchen muttered.

Mo Mengchen takes more than half an hour to take a bath every time. Although his cleanliness is not as serious as before, the time for taking a bath has never decreased.

Therefore, when he walked out after taking a shower, the people in the locker room were almost dispersed.

When he came outside, Hill had already put on his clothes and could leave at any time, but he did not leave, but instead leaned against Mo Mengchen's wardrobe, staring at dor.mo like a hell dog.

"Thank you for wiping my closet with your newly changed clothes." Mo Mengchen said angrily.

Devil Mountain said angrily: "Tell me what the hell are you doing!"

dor.mo looked at him in shock, as if he didn't know what he said so he started talking about it.

"What are you talking about?"

Pretending to be stupid makes people happy.

"Don't tell me that there is no article in the game tonight. You must be putting a trap for the Lakers, but I'm confused about playing a game that you will lose!" Hill said angrily.

"But you hit hard, didn't you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"What's the point?" Devil Mountain asked angrily, "because you don't want to win at all. In your plan, we must lose this game. You didn't tell me from beginning to end that you made me play like an idiot, and I tried my best to get the game back!"

Mo Mengchen slowly put on his clothes.

"Then why do you think I'm watching you lose the game with all your might?" Mo Mengchen asked in a soft voice.

"If I know, why do you ask?" Hill said, "Tell me the answer!"

"Do you think you've worked hard tonight?"

“I can swear to God without reservation.”

"Then we lost, right?"

"Are you talking nonsense?"

"Don't be so irritable. Kobe, Shaq and Phil Jackson, both saw you fighting hard on the court, right?"

"yes."

Mo Mengchen put on his pants and slowly tidied up his messy clothes: "You played hard, we lost, and the double-teams that have been practicing hard have not achieved results in the competition. Our opponents left happily and proudly. Adults with normal IQs should know what happened when they hear this. Do you still have to ask why?"

"I..."
To be continued...