Chapter 640 Your jumper is like a durian(1/2)
As soon as the All-Star Weekend ended, Rashid became ill. It is said to be gastroenteritis. I don’t know what this guy ate in those days. After returning to Detroit, he vomited and pulled, lost appetite, and lost his energy. He lost 7-8 kilograms.
In order to make up for weight, Rashid had to force himself to eat.
"No, I'm going to pull it again." Rashid yelled all the way, "I've been spitting out, I've been spitting out, I'm so fucking unlucky!"
Why did he get sick at this time? Mo Mengchen didn't want to tease him because a distinguished guest was visiting tonight.
In the first game after the All-Star Weekend, the Pistons played against the New York Knicks at home.
The Pistons and the Knicks will have to meet three times a season, and this game tonight is exactly their third meeting this season.
Hill is still recovering from injuries, and now Rashid has suffered from gastroenteritis again and is still absent.
The first five tigers were second, so this game tonight was naturally widely looked down upon.
After all, the Knicks have been very aggressive recently.
What the Knicks needs to solve most is the centripetal force problem of mercenaries. How can Pipen, Mutombo, Smith and others work hard for the Big Apple?
The ancients have long told us that there must be brave men under heavy rewards. The Knicks directly increased the winning prize and set goals. The further the team goes in the playoffs, the higher the prize.
The country bumpkin led by Pippen has been too much for a bastard team who only knows how to exploit honest people. When they encounter such a person who wins and brings bonuses, they are naturally overjoyed. Even if they are not very willing, they are gritting their teeth and fighting for the sake of money. Who can't get over money?
Therefore, the Knicks won ten consecutive victories, consolidated the ranking of second in the Eastern Conference, and as long as the Pistons' record declined, they had a good chance to replace them as the top of the Eastern Conference.
When the Knicks got off the plane, some media interviewed Penns and asked about their goals for the trip.
Penny replied: "We are here to win."
The aggressive momentum also spread tonight's game. During the warm-up, Pi Peng made a series of dunks that made people unable to tell that he was already 35 years old.
In the first two fights, the Knicks' strength gradually increased. Mo Mengchen still didn't know if that was their limit. Even if it was the limit, it was a suffocating intensity. If it was not the limit, then they had to be prepared to deal with difficulties.
Westfal sent a surprise to the starter.
"It can be found that Detroit's starting lineup tonight has changed a lot compared to usual." Vinier Johnson glanced and said, "Grant's ankle injury is still recovering. Rashid suffers from gastroenteritis and will not play tonight. Generally speaking, the starter who replaces Rashid will be Jerome Williams, but tonight, the starting power forward of the Pistons is Rashad Lewis."
The camera was aimed at Lewis.
According to history, Lewis should have risen this year, but unfortunately the Pistons have many power forwards. He is as hard as O'Neal, the Trail Blazers' Jr., to have a chance to make a comeback.
There are few teams in the league who know how good he is, only know that he has a jump shot that is as sweet as aged wine.
Ben Wallace stood in the middle circle for a long time and jumped the ball for the team.
This scene is nostalgic because the Pistons haven't let the short inside player jump forward for a long time.
A short inside player jumps the ball and always brings up some bad memories.
Past experience told them not to have too much expectations for jumping balls, but the result was indeed not unexpected. Mutombo gave the racket to Pipen.
This is an accident.
Giving the racket to Pipen doesn't seem unintentional, but the battle plan that the Knicks had prepared from the beginning.
Do you want Pi Peng to control the ball?
This is definitely not a problem. Jordan Pipen Harper, the backcourt of the Bulls dynasty backcourt, were all tall ball handlers. For the small guards of other teams, they were nightmarish, tall, athletic, easy to defend, cooperate and tacitly.
What’s important is that they have a heart to keep people safe.
As the commander of the Bulls Dynasty, it seems reasonable for him to take over Penny's ball rights. I just don't know why Penny can make such a concession?
Mo Mengchen followed Hardaway all the way, and Pipen followed the pick-and-roll from the African mountain to break through Davis and scored a layup.
2 to 0
This is the illusion of Lewis.
After Lewis came on the court, once Wallace came out to defend against the pick-and-roll, no one would assist in the inside.
However, as a team that lost more than 100 points, the Pistons are obviously not their most important point. The shooting ability to pull the opponent's inside out of the penalty area is the most important thing.
This is why Williams is not allowed to start.
They can't let two inside players who have no shooting ability play at the same time, which is a disaster for outside players.
Mo Mengchen immediately fed Lewis the ball and first tried out his feel tonight as quickly as possible.
If he can't find the feel immediately, he will be replaced. The Pistons lack the least is the substitute power forward.
Lewis quickly got a phone call and shot his first three-pointer tonight.
The touch was a little stiff, and the ball hit the side of the basket and flew out.
The Knicks' counterattack, Penny and Pipen also connected. Pipen felt like they were playing with the young Jordan. After the last shot was a free pass, Hardaway took off like an angel and spiked the ball into the basket.
4 to 0
Mo Mengchen walked back, picked up the ball on the ground, and raised his left hand to Lewis from a distance.
The plan remains unchanged.
"Rashard!"
As long as there is no position competition among students in the same level, their relationship will definitely be the best in the team. Davis hopes that Lewis can find a foothold in regular rotations, just like him.
Although he didn't know if he was qualified.
The tactics run very quickly, and the Knicks also intend to relax their defense against Lewis.
If he is given a chance, but he has repeatedly failed to make a shot, his confidence in the starting power forward who was temporarily pulled from the bench will be a devastating blow.
"Sweet boy!"
Mo Mengchen shouted and passed the ball out.
The most attractive sentence in Lewis's original scout report was: This young boy has a sweet jump shot.
Mo Mengchen quoted this sentence and gave him the nickname of Sweet Boy, which Lewis liked quite a lot.
However, he knew very well that if he could not exchange the scout report's passage into reality, Dor.mo would not be as tolerant as a kind big brother.
In the second goal, Lewis felt good, but he was a little bit off.
It feels a little bit worse.
As a shooter, Mo Mengchen could see that he was a little short of hitting.
Penny was about to fight back, but Mo Mengchen made a foul and stopped his movements.
"Which blind scout said you had a sweet jump shot?" Mo Mengchen turned around and asked.
Lewis bowed his head and said nothing.
"I think you're a durian-flavored jump shot." Mo Mengchen's dense complaints made Lewis even more brave.
A shooter must have the shameless shame that he dares to shoot but is "I am super confident".
If not, even if you make a good investment in normal times, it will not be reliable at critical moments.
Mo Mengchen's sarcastic words aroused Lewis' ambition. He was once a talented boy who was famous all over the United States. Although he was not lucky and suffered a rare Waterloo in his talent, he still had his own pride in his heart.
Moreover, his feel has been almost adjusted.
Mo Mengchen is also adjusting how to pass the ball to Lewis and what kind of pass is the most comfortable for him. This is a compulsory course for passers.
Everyone has different catch habits, and good passes can increase the shooting rate.
Judging from the two shots just now, Lewis' shooting feels getting better and better. The little bit worse may be his passing or he has not adjusted it himself.
Anyway, don't worry.
Hadawei suddenly changed direction behind his back and strided through Mo Mengchen's defense. In the penalty area, Wallace's assisted defense was fast and fierce.
Penns had expected it, and before Wallace's assistant defense hit him on the face, the basketball flew out of his hand.
Mutombo took off, and his majestic physique like Buzhou Mountain grabbed the basketball and slashed into the basket in the most brutal way. His dark arms looked like Optimus Prime, which reached the heavenly court.
6 to 0
"It's not so good," Johnson said worriedly. "Maybe it should be called a pause."
Unfortunately, Westfal is called a timeout habit if he is not behind by 6 points.
Even though the game started almost three minutes ago, the Pistons' score was still sluggish.
This is something he is praised and criticized, giving players excessive freedom.
Mo Mengchen raised his left hand again.
This time even his opponent knew what the tactic was, because he made this gesture for three consecutive rounds.
"Do you trust that second-year student who can't even make it into the ball?" Hardaway asked with a smile.
Who told him to shoot like durian?
Durian is especially suitable for people with bad taste.
Mo Mengchen smiled faintly and did not answer. The side tactics began to work. Davis stepped forward and set up a perfect cover without the ball.
Camby didn't try his best to follow because Lewis's shot just now had no achievements. They wanted to see if this guy could make it.
Because if he can't make a shot, there is no need to defend him.
To be continued...