The offensives of both sides rose alternately in the third quarter. At that time, the Pacers were 11 points behind the Pistons. They needed tough defense and efficient offense to recover the points.

"The biggest surprise tonight was the outbreak of Dor.Mo. His performance on both sides of the offense and defense was surprising. Indiana had no choice but to deal with him all night."

The walkers encountered such a vicious circle.

Miller tried his best to make a three-pointer. When he came back, Mo Mengchen would try his best to fight back, and he could always succeed.

Their inside line has advantages, and even if the outside line has no advantages, they can theoretically offset each other. However, the result is that Miller cannot play the shooting rhythm he is used to, while Mark Jackson cannot call Mo Mengchen with his big butt.

Schmitz was very dominant in the inside, but Momonchen kept accelerating the pace of the game in the second and third quarters. By the end of the third quarter, he was exhausted.

"Indiana needs to recognize the current situation, they are being played with by their opponents in the midst of applause."

"I'm afraid they have recognized this, but they are unable to change it."

After the third quarter, Mo Mengchen can be said to be the best player in the game, which is undoubtedly the best game in his career.

His statistics are 21 points, 8 rebounds, and 8 assists.

Moreover, his hit rate is terrifying 100%, and his efficiency value has exceeded the sky.

"6 shots from 6 in the penalty area, 3 shots from 3 from outside the three-point line, and the bullets are completely shot."

Pistons statistician Douglas Sid exclaimed.

"Don't you find it strange?" said assistant coach ** Foster.

"It's a bit strange," said Sid. "Mo doesn't seem to like shooting mid-range shots."

Joe Lynch said: "If he can continue to be so efficient, it is acceptable even if he doesn't make a big shot."

"No, what's even more exaggerated is that since the beginning of the season, he has not made any mid-range jump shots." Siddow, "This flaw is big enough to allow the opponent to formulate tactics to target."

Lynch looked at No. 9 on the field - there was only one question, would that shrewd guy leave such an obvious flaw for himself?

In fact, the middle distance can be regarded as Mo Mengchen's weakness.

His mid-range attribute can illustrate this: mid-range shot: 48, interfered mid-range shot: 40, vacant mid-range shot: 60, dribble emergency stop mid-range shot: 40.

He also knows that weaknesses need to be covered, but his current ability is limited and he can only try his best to cover up his shortcomings. To cover up the defects of the middle distance, he must take the middle distance appropriately. But he does not have so much power to take action. Instead of making unnecessary mid-distance attacks, it is better to execute more confident attacks, which makes people think that he really won't be able to invest in the middle distance, and then slowly improve after other shortcomings are improved.

The energy is limited, so it can only be done.

As soon as the fourth quarter came, the Pacers' offense seemed very anxious. They couldn't calm down and everyone wanted to grab points.

The offense is fierce and the defense is fierce.

Schmitz was so angry that he was in a position, Mo Mengchen took the initiative to let his teammates reduce their defense and let him get the ball.

Even if he gets the ball now, with his physical strength, how confident is he to score the ball?

“Duang!”

The Dutchman missed the attack, and Mo Mengchen flew to grab the long rebound.

"This guy's rebounding prediction is so good. He always grabs rebounds one second earlier than others!"

The Pacers' live commentator praised Mo Mengchen many times tonight, and praised everything he could from his shooting, ball deal, vision, and rebound prediction, almost making people think that this was the Pistons' home court.

After taking the rebound, Mo Mengchen pushed the ball forward with one hand and directly teleported it to Hill's hand.

In the field of transition attack, Hill is an unstoppable monster, and no one can stop him at this time on this field.

Derek McKay didn't talk about defense, he couldn't keep up with him. Hill ran through the whole game and jumped into the basket like a flying fairy.

"Don't get one rebound and one assist and you'll have a triple-double." Sid said.

"Sooner or later." Lynch smiled faintly.

Hill's counterattack gave the Pistons a 13-point lead.

After the score was in, the Pistons quickly returned to defense, without giving the Pistons a chance to counterattack. They defended with all their might, fought desperately, speeded up the pace and increased the intensity, as if they were tired.

Miller ran like crazy, and finally, a high-quality pick-and-roll hanged Mo Mengchen tightly in place.

The most dangerous assassin in the league pulled out a space, rushed out of the outside to catch the ball, pulled up, and shot a three-pointer.

"Swish!"

"Reggie's three-pointer made the long-lost cheer on the scene."

"Be careful of Detroit's counterattack!"

It's too late, the Pacers' return defense is not fast enough, the piston is like a mad dog, if you bite me, I must bite back.

Miller was celebrating, while his opponent took advantage of their distraction and made a long pass from the backcourt to Houston's palm.

Outside the frontcourt three-point line, Houston made a three-pointer with a chase after the game silently.

"Who passed it on? It's so fucking good!"

Houston never expected that such a long distance pass would have such a good catch feel.

"Of course it was passed on by the doctor." Hill smiled.

Houston is increasingly liking to play with Mo Mengchen. This guy can always give comfortable passes, but his mouth is a little foul...

"Mo, we actually..."

"What's the point?" Mo Mengchen pointed at Jackson, "The sow is here again."

Houston's face almost turned into a pig's liver, and he said hatefully: "Don't give people nicknames randomly!"

After saying that, he put it on to defend Jackson.

When Jackson showed off his big ass and slapped his back, Houston realized that the nickname Mo Mengchen took was so appropriate. He was so fucking big ass like a sow!

Jackson's back hit was far less powerful than the opening.

It's ridiculous. They originally wanted to consume Mo Mengchen until they died, but the other party cracked it with just one change of defense, and even used the same method to cure it, speeding up the pace of the game, making them all exhausted and paralyzed.

Except for Miller, everyone else can no longer do the movements normally.

This pace is really too fast for their inside players.

Jackson's back hit the back and could not move Houston at all. Houston leaned against his body and sprayed trash: "Continue, aren't you very good at slapping it? Come again, see if your husband has hemorrhoids, or do you kill me first!"

Jackson was exhausted both physically and mentally, and just wanted to pass the ball.

"careful!"

It was too late, Mo Mengchen started early, and as soon as the ball was shot, he blocked the ball.

"Dor.Mo's fifth steal tonight!"

"Predict! Or prediction! As long as you can use prediction, this guy can always do the ultimate. He has a pair of sharp eyes like eagle!"

"Mo!"

Hill fingered the basket and Momonchen dribbled quickly, but he didn't want Duke's top students to get what they wanted.

That CP has worked so hard that he should have tasted some desserts.

In addition to Hill, Mo Mengchen was the biggest contributor to the steal - Alan Houston - the moment Mo Mengchen intercepted the ball, he caught up with him.

While running, he saw Mo Mengchen pointing his finger to the wings, and he gave a very clear prompt.

Houston didn't think about it and directly squatted outside the three-point line. Hill became the best trick to attack, and his presence made the Pacers' attention focus all on him.

When Hill took off, the others followed him, but Mo Mengchen missed the opportunity and didn't even look at it. He made a move with his palm back and passed the ball.

"I won't give it to me!" Hill was a little resentful.

The king of central shots takes the ball from outside the three-point line. People should not just remember his textbook mid-range jump shot, but also remember that he is an efficient shooter who can throw 2.5 three-pointers with a 42% shooting percentage per game.

"Swish!"

"A difference of 16 points! The Pacers requested a pause!"

"It can be seen that they are all exhausted, and this high-intensity offensive and defensive transformation is simply unsustainable."

"No, this game shouldn't have entered such a rhythm at all. Rick and Dell were almost breathless!"

The commentator kept complaining that although they did not point it out directly, the meaning was very obvious that the walkers should not be dragged into this rhythm.

So what did you Larry Brown do for? How can you get the team to fall into this rhythm of the game?

Brown was also having trouble. He just called the last timeout tonight, but the rhythm still couldn't be pulled down. The Pistons played the switch like crazy, and all kinds of unreasonable conversion three-pointers were shot into it.

This is a way of playing ahead of the times and requires a certain amount of luck. They cannot be so accurate in every game.

With 5 minutes left in the fourth quarter, 16 points behind, theoretically, the Pacers have little chance.

"Mo, you keep playing." Chris said.

Mo Mengchen said: "Coach, I want to rest."

"No, you have to grab another rebound to let me rest." Collins smiled faintly.

Mo Mengchen breathed a sigh of relief and took off the towel helplessly.

Collins' gentle reaction unexpectedly made others unexpected. Mo Mengchen confronted him so much before, wasn't he angry at all?

"Doug, do you still think of Mo as before?" Lynch asked.
To be continued...