Hill was very violent tonight and thought about dunking when he got the ball. He had forgotten how good his skills he had.

Once again, Mo Mengchen passed the ball and ran into the penalty area. After leaping up, he would dunk over Felton Spencer's head.

If Spencer hadn't bet on his fortune and paid for the last foul, he would have done it again.

"Aggressive, I never thought I would see such a side in Grant."

"Duke's good kid seems to want to prove something, but it's useless."

Only Mo Mengchen knew why Hill did this.

Before the game started, he missed twenty-one consecutive shots while warming up the shooting, which also determined his offensive choice tonight. He would not take any action except the penalty area.

The color of the Triangle Center Arena is like Salt Lake City, melancholy and low, no wonder Jordan repeatedly hurt them later.

This is an atmosphere where people just want to be bold when they see it. Whoever comes will not think about making these perverts who are noisy and dull and obedient to shut up?

The poor feel is reflected in his free throws.

Hill has a free throw shooting percentage of 75%, but he failed to score all of his two free throws, and the iron shots were different, one hitting the left and the other hitting the right.

It's like a person who hasn't played for several months and has no sense of shooting at all.

Jerry Sloan noticed this.

"Morris!"

Sloan called Maurice Chris, who faced Hill. The latter turned around and saw his coach shouting: "Get out the space, let the Duke come out and let him shoot if he wants to shoot!"

"Yes!" Morris nodded vigorously.

Here comes!

Mo Mengchen saw the Jazz's unball pick-and-roll, which was exactly the same as the UCLA system, but there were some differences in the rules of the NBA and the university league, and some tactics were generally different.

The Jazz's wing marksman Horacek asked for a cover in this situation, completely throwing away Alan Houston, appeared at the left three-point line to receive the ball and hit the ball.

7 to 2

The Pistons made an ugly start.

"Come on, cheers!"

The team performed so well, and Larry Miller also had a light on his face. In fact, the guests in the VIP box were not interested in the game. It was not until Dura, a irreconcilable guy, said "Hill is awesome" that everyone turned their attention to the game.

"The Jazz are like this city, serious and neat," Bosser smiled. "What a good team."

"This is indeed a good team." Even Miller admitted this.

Since the NBA began to implement the lottery pick system, the Jazz have never received a lottery pick for so many years.

The team's internal and external dual cores for many years are one of the 13th picks in the first round (the team was few in 1984, not even a lotto), and the other is the 16th pick in the first round, all of which are taken out by the big wave of gold. For many years, they have also been squatting around the second one and have occupied a place in the West.

This is also a problem, with certain competitiveness, but cannot go further.

Therefore, they introduced sharpshooter Horacek to fill in the outside shooting ability on the wing.

Their lineup is finally getting complete.

Hill's shot tonight was not only unsatisfied, but also was not in the form of his body. His shooting was unstable. He chose to stick to his back and wanted to use his body to force himself.

Mo Mengchen hung the ball over, and Jazz's double-team immediately let him know the difficulties of the world.

Hill protected the ball from being stolen, but could not do anything. He vaguely saw Houston standing on the other side, trying to pass the ball, but in the end, he passed a pass that only Giant Griya could barely touch.

"Grant made a mistake!"

"What's wrong? Top student, what's wrong with you?"

The Jazz's Morris is a typical successful villain who takes your life while you are sick, and he follows Hill's butt and keeps sarcastic.

"How much did Utah give you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"What?" Hill was stunned.

Mo Mengchen said: "How much do they pay for you to be undercover? I pay double."

"I'm just in a bad state, you don't have to hurt me like this..." Hill was embarrassed. Who didn't have a bad state?

Why can't he understand me?

"Since you know you are in a bad state, why do you have to bear so much? Do you think we are all waste? Can't you do without you?"

Hill made an excuse for himself, but it also made Mo Mengchen's words even more intense.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be conceited."

Hill didn't have the confidence to turn it back, and his current performance was indeed the best sixth man for his opponent.

"Did you see there?"

"The Jazz have a 30% chance of covering each round, no matter who they cover, at least destroying their passes, and hope your shit-like state does not affect your pace."

The Utah two evil spirits were still doing a double dance, and the tactics predicted by Mo Mengchen did not appear, and Ma Long stuck Thorpe behind Mo Mengchen.

Stockton collected the ball and made a seemingly unattentive attack on the earth.

"You can't stop him."

It seemed to be to prove this, Malone used his body to crush Thorpe, turned over and took action, and then went in.

"Karl Malone is unstoppable tonight!"

“KM~~~!”

9 to 2

"Damn it, this trash home court, this group of trash fans!" Houston cursed.

Mo Mengchen quickly passed the half and wanted to fight back. What an old fox was Stockton? It was impossible for him to succeed. He used his hands and feet to leave a scratch on Mo Mengchen's arms, and then stopped him.

Dirty, it is definitely the most accurate evaluation of Stockton's defense.

If there is a team's starting guard who has not been scratched by his stingy hands, it only means that the guard is too bad and is not qualified to let him "take action".

Momonchen and Houston landed in the frontcourt together. Although Horacek retreated very quickly, he did not form a counterattack at the first time.

Mo Mengchen would not let go of this kind of vacant space similar to time difference. He has a good vision that is different from ordinary people, but he sees the opportunity that others cannot see.

Therefore, at that moment, even the Central Poker King could not have imagined that the ball would be passed into his hands.

When the ball arrived, he had only one idea, that is, to shoot!

"Swish!"

Houston's outside opening also solved the urgent problem for the Pistons.

"I told you not to defend me well!" Houston waved his hand and roared.

He said this and made Horacek very unfair. He defended well, but just a moment of negligence.

"That rookie is even more sharp than I thought." Sloan was also shocked by this scene. Not to mention Horacek, he didn't even notice that even standing on the sidelines to observe. Only when Mo Mengchen passed the ball, they realized that it was a dangerous pass that directly tore the defense line.

Not only that.

"I warn you," Mo Mengchen looked gloomy, "If you dare to scratch your dirty hand, I will let you lie down."

Stockton's hand shook.

After playing for so many years, it is the first time to be threatened in person, and the other party's tone does not seem to be a mysterious person at all.

That murderous look is definitely not pretending.

"John, do you want me to teach him a lesson for you?" Malone showed his iron elbow.

Stockton shook his head and said, "No, you are in great shape tonight, don't waste this kind of thing."

Ma Long stared at Mo Mengchen: "That despicable Australian, I really want to follow his head!"

When the Pistons don't use the pick-and-roll system to create opportunities, it is often the time when Malone plays the best.

Mo Mengchen hadn't studied Ma Long much, and he was not interested in soft eggs. Suddenly he found that this soft egg was not an ordinary soft egg. He was a fighter among soft eggs. He could not be seen at ordinary times. Only at critical moments do you know that he was a soft one.

Especially at this regular stage, he is as fierce as a tiger.

Thorpe was a pitiful wooden stake in front of him. This time, Malone held the ball at the free throw line and broke through his defense line in one step. During this period, he caused a foul, made a layup, and had to get extra free throws.

The King of Salt Lake City showed off his terrifying muscles and declared his opponents strength.

"You can't stop me! Everyone comes the same! Those who are not afraid of death can come up!" Ma Long shouted domineeringly.

Just before he served, Mo Mengchen stood at the top of the arc, and Thorp took the initiative to approach him.

Now, Thorpe has developed the habit of having a small meeting with Mo Mengchen when it is free throw time.

In the starting lineup, only he would do this. For some reason, no one else was willing to come.

"I can't defend him!"

Thorpe is very straightforward.

"Prip him to the left side of the paint area." Mo Mengchen said.

"good."
To be continued...