When the referee pays special attention to cylinders, the more contact the offensive, the more advantageous it is. Lauderdale is a rough guy from the inside out, so he will not cleverly avoid physical contact in the low position like other low-post masters.

Not only will he not avoid confrontation, but he will be forced to find confrontation.

Mutombo has a strong single defense. In the world, there is no inside player except O'Neal that he cannot defend. Even Duncan will be defeated under his care. However, a rough single player like Lauderdale is not as smooth as a star. His back play lacks ornamentality, or it can be said that it is very ugly.

The moment Lauderdale took action, Mutombo had a strong contact with him, and this time the referee whistle standing in the bottom corner sounded.

Obviously, Crawford is not the only one who values ​​cylinders.

Mutombo didn't understand why such a defense was called a foul. He raised his hands helplessly, looking unjust.

"Good fight, Da Pu!"

Rashid shouted excitedly.

Lauderdale was not sure about singles, and it was much beyond his expectations that Mutombo's foul.

He looked at Mo Mengchen and saw the other party nodding slightly, which meant to agree.

Lauderdale was so excited that he went to the free throw line excitedly.

The Pistons did not hold a routine meeting before the free throw because there was no need and there was no problem on the field. If there was a problem, it was also a problem for the opponent.

They had already committed two fouls in less than a minute of the game, and one of them was Mutombo's foul.

Lauderdale made one of two free throws, 4-1.

The three fouls of the two teams at the beginning were all called by the offensive side and caused the defensive side to foul. The referee's call tonight's focus is already very obvious.

Mo Mengchen decided to increase confrontation and reduce unnecessary small moves. Hardaway seemed to have seen something, and he deliberately tried to find confrontation with Mo Mengchen.

With such a close situation, if Mo Mengchen had a little defensive idea, Hardaway only needs to make an emergency stop jump shot and there is a high probability of causing a foul.

First, Pipen's pick-and-roll was launched, and Hardaway's gun turned to Hill, intending to make Hill's personal second foul.

Smart and insidious guy.

Mo Mengchen was almost certain that Hardaway also noticed the referee's strangeness tonight, and came up and wanted to beat Hill to two offenders.

Just now, Hill is the Pistons' trump card that relies heavily on the outside. If he encounters a foul crisis when he comes up, it will have a great impact on the game.

At this point, Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity, turned around and bypassed Pi Peng, and forced himself to follow Hardaway.

Hardaway's starting steps showed an umbrella similar to an open one under his crotch. He slashed the ball in like a ball with his right hand, handed it to his left hand, and changed directions like a sudden rain, swaying past Mo Mengchen's center of gravity like a whirlwind, and scored a jump shot in the three-point line.

3 to 4

"You won't be so lucky next time." Hardaway said lightly.

Obviously not what I said.

Mo Mengchen looked at Hardaway away and heard Pi Peng beside him say, "You must be so arrogant, right?"

"Please don't tempt me to do something bad."

After Mo Mengchen said seriously, he didn't even get the ball and ran to the frontcourt alone.

Hardaway also discovered the referee's tendency to call tonight. When Hill took a foul at the beginning, he would try every means to hit Hill's second foul in the first five minutes and force Westfal to substitute.

On the offensive end, Lauderdale stood up again.

The last time he committed Mutombo's foul, his confidence increased greatly, and he thought he was self-righteous O'Neal II, and he was very brave.

The Knicks' situation is not much better. Mutombo and Pipen both have a bluff. They both have New York's defensive burden, and one of them is missing, so the whole team will have problems.

The pressure is the same.

Momonchen continued to feed the ball to Lauderdale.

"This is the difference between me and you, I will not place my hope on others." Hardaway leaned against Momonchen and did not give him the chance to pick up Lauderdale.

"So you haven't even touched the floor of the division final after you left Shaq." Mo Mengchen said harshly.

A shark thousands of miles away might be happy to learn that he is lucky enough to be a tool for trash talk.

Once a person becomes excited, it is possible to do anything.

Lauderdale has not been so valued in the official game since joining the Pistons, let alone the starter of the Battle of Kings Mountain in the Eastern Conference Finals.

He actually got a single chance for two consecutive rounds.

To throw away the garbage time he had played, the last time he was given such a tactical status on the court can be traced back to his college years. The vague clips of rushing into the penalty area and scoring were his lost youth.

Lauderdale's thoughts stopped here. He was so excited that he forgot how much he had. He actually shook left like a big dream, and then stepped back and put the ball in the ball to pretend to shoot.

First of all, you need to have a shooting threat so that this move can be powerful.

Defensive players of Mutombo's level will not be shaken by such clumsy fake moves. If you want to beat Mutombo's defense one-on-one, you can only directly crush them by weight and physical fitness like the Sharks.

Lauderdale made a move to shake the opponent behind him, Mutombo remained as motionless as the wind, and quickly posted it after he made a fake move that even a three-year-old could not cheat.

The African mountains are experienced, so he only sticks to Lauderdale and forces him to take action.

Lauderdale happened to be on the edge of the paint area, which can be considered very close or far from the basket, which varies from person to person. Then, he pressed Mutombo and hooked the ball out with one hand.

"oh    no!" Vinier Johnson was shocked as if he saw a ghost appearing in front of him. "Pleister scored a single Dickenbe! What a beautiful hook shot!"

That's right, the ball bumped several times after the basket, but it still hit.

6 to 3

It's incredible!

Mo Mengchen raised his left hand and gave Lauderdale a thumbs up: "It's really hard for you, you can actually win."

For Lauderdale, such praise was enough. He beat his chest like a gorilla and was ready to fight Mutombo to the death.

Pippon dribbles through half the court, and he is a real commander. In order to give Hardaway enough power to attack, the Knicks must make such a change.

Hill stood on the top of the arc and was one-on-one with Pipen. However, such a showdown was definitely not what Pipen wanted.

Even if he looks down on Devil Mountain in every way, he must admit that their current strength is of different level. If he wants to score under Hill's defense, he has to rely on the strength of the team.

Hill's defense is as fine as a net, as if even the air cannot penetrate, making people feel dull in their chests.

It was at this time that Steve Smith took Mutombo's off-ball cover and ran to the high position. Lauderdale was too slow to switch defenses at all. Smith got the ball, Lauderdale was one step late and only destroyed his center of gravity after he took action.

The whistle sounded, but it had little impact on the shooting.

Everyone was watching the ball high above the sky.

"Swish!"

“and    one!”

Smith lay on the ground and shouted.

Lauderdale raised his hand in disappointment, no one blamed him, with his movement speed, that was his limit, and could not ask him to do more, and he fouled because he wanted to defend Smith too much.

The fact is that even if he defends with all his strength, he will lose a foul and become the background board for this offense.

So, should he give up on defense to avoid fouls?

Of course not, Mo Mengchen admired this foul.

"Don't be upset, we all know you're giving it your best," Hill said to him.

Lauderdale has a good effect on the court, and Westfal has never changed to a real starting center.

Ben Wallace sat down on the court.

They all saw that there would be a lot of defensive fouls in this game, so it would be no harm to let Lauderdale go up and take a foul first.

If Lauderdale's foul hit Wallace, they will have a headache.

Smith scored free throws and tied 6-6.

"Leave it to me."

Mo Mengchen brought the ball to the frontcourt. Lauderdale saw the gesture and ran to the outside pick-and-roll. Mutombo could finally breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the opponent stopped the continuous inside attack, he could avoid fouls as much as possible.

But can he really get what he wants?

A glimmer flashed in Mo Mengchen's eyes. In an instant, he used Lauderdale's cover - a three hundred kilograms of meat wall that could crush pennies to pieces - to block Hardaway. Mo Mengchen started a step, and the speed was terrifyingly fast. Mutombo thought he was going to be broken through, but unexpectedly the other party suddenly slowed down.

He knew Mo Mengchen's speed very well. They played three games in the regular season and three games last season. He knew this person's speed very well.

There is only one reason why it is so slow without any external interference.

This bastard is not satisfied with a layup, he also wants to make a foul!

Mutombo has seen too many such greedy snakes. Countless people want to make his fouls because he will always be the cornerstone of the team's inside line. It is strategically important to make him have a foul crisis.

"It's a pity that 99% of greedy snakes will perish themselves!"

With his height and arm length, in this case, he only needed to follow Mo Mengchen and use the other party's bounce and speed, probably before he could lean on him, he would have to eat a big hat.

"Go to die, dor.mo!!!"

Blue veins burst out on Mutombo's forehead and roared angrily.

The moment Mutombo's cover fell, a terrible smile flashed across Mo Mengchen's face, left foot, right foot, exerted force, and then-

"Who is that person?"

That guy who jumped high and had an amazing speed?

Who the hell is this?

Devil Mountain shouted in horror.

Mo Mengchen's bounce speed and jumping exceeded Mutombo's imagination. He misjudged Mo Mengchen's physical fitness, so that his hand failed to hit the ball, but instead hit the opponent's arm firmly.

"Beep!!!"

The whistle was harsh, but the next sound was even more harsh.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!