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The Pistons were fed a rare climax in this era by the aggressive Jazz in the first quarter.

Mo Mengchen's face was gloomy, Malone exploded, Thorp couldn't help but understand that he and his teammates would never have expected Hill to be blown up by Morris.

"Mo..."

"Don't talk to me!" Mo Mengchen's gloomy face could not feel a trace of warmth. His coldness made Hill shiver, "I thought of a piece of shit, and this piece of shit was another piece of shit himself. This is how I feel when I see you now."

Hill sat down speechlessly.

Dumas wanted to speak, but Collins took the lead.

"JD, come up and play number one, Mo, you play number two, Alan, you play number three, Grant comes down to rest!" Collins also made an adjustment in the inside, "Terry, you replace Theo."

The Jazz's system makes the Pistons' defense very fragile. Malone exploded the inside with just one point, and if the other points are still lost, the game will really not be able to play.

Mo Mengchen had already played a full section, and Collins had no intention of replacing him.

The situation was too anxious, Mo Mengchen could not make a single minute, even if he didn't get a single point in the first quarter.

If it weren't for him, it would be a bit of a question whether the Pistons' offense showed in the first quarter could score in double digits.

"Mo, you've gotten over Grant's words."

At the beginning of the second quarter, Dumas said to Momonchen.

"If it were you, I wouldn't be merciless." Mo Mengchen looked stern.

"What do I mean? He is different. He has a good background and graduated from Duke. He has been honored and favored since childhood. No one has ever treated him like this. You have really passed a little just now." Dumas said.

"I don't think so," Mo Mengchen said, "There are too many people who spoil him. Is this the first time he has performed this kind of performance? Someone told him before, how shit his performance is? He will know tonight that even if he acts so shit, he will have to be scolded. No one can be exceptional, including me!"

Dumas knew very well that he could not persuade Mo Mengchen, that he was a madman who strictly disciplined himself and treated others with strict discipline.

"Forget it, what do I need to do?" Dumas asked.

"I want to push Carl Malone to the left, and I want to cut him off from John 12."

“John 12?”

"This is an interesting nickname." Dumas smiled.

Mo Mengchen accidentally told Stockton's nickname in "The Bull Heroes". It's such a poisonous novel...

In the second quarter, the Jazz retained the Utah double evil spirits, but replaced Horacek.

The person who replaced him was Jamal Watson, a second-round pick who could not find the encyclopedia entry. Mo Mengchen was not very interested in him.

"I heard that your knee has been overhauled three times?"

Mo Mengchen is not interested in him, which does not mean that Watson is not interested in him.

As soon as they met, he spoke.

Fortunately, he had no bad breath, and what Mo Mengchen had to do was to shut him up.

Watson thought he was a good opponent because he had no score in the first quarter. If Watson was careful, he would find that things were not that simple.

Although Mo Mengchen did not score in the first quarter, he had 5 rebounds and 4 assists.

If he is really unthreatening, how could the Pistons be reluctant to replace him?

A cover,

Momontchen cuts out and Dumas passes the ball.

"Damn it, why did it leak?" Sloan was going crazy.

That's a devil who hits up to 50%, and can throw two three-pointers in each game!

Watson's loss of position was only for a moment, and the Jazz's defense was not fast enough. After Mo Mengchen took the ball, he lifted it up directly without adjusting it. The incredible shooting posture as poetic as painting was completed in less than a second.

The fingers are like guns, pointing straight to the basket.

"Swish!"

“What a beautiful shot?”

"Dor.Mo's first goal tonight!"

Griffith, who had been stern, finally felt something else: "This guy's projection posture is very interesting."

“It’s finally opened.”

Little Dura thought Mo Mengchen would not score tonight.

"Do you know him?" Miller asked.

"Dor.Mo is my friend. He also helped his father perform surgery a while ago. This is a genius!" Xiao Dura said with a smile.

Miller had heard of this and agreed a few words at this time.

"You can't even run your legs that have been overhauled three times?"

Walter tried to run away, and Momon followed him like a ghost.

Not fun, it's not fun to face this guy at all!

What made Walter desperate was not Mo Mengchen's defense, but his understanding of his own tactics. If this was not the first time the two sides fought this season, he would have to doubt whether his teammates ran over to pretend, otherwise how could they be familiar with their tactics to this extent?

The wing tactics were strangled to death, and Stockton was blocked from the outside by Dumas. At present, the Jazz's only offensive method is to let Malone play with the ball.

This is their problem. Apart from Ma Long, there is a lack of offensive players with the ability to do solo.

Malone himself is also an inside line that relies on off-ball movements and guards feeding the ball. His off-ball threat should be the biggest among all power forwards. It is really difficult to bear the Jazz's operation with his independent offensive ability. This can also explain from the side why he frequently falls out at critical moments.

The violent first quarter has gone far away, Ma Long returned to normal, and he failed to make a high jump shot.

"Jazz..."

Before the Jazz's offensive rebound was expressed, a black shadow flew to grab the ball, and he seemed to have a clear understanding of the future prophet.

“It’s Dor.Mo!”

Mo Mengchen snatched the rebound from the Jazz's hands, and then, for a second, he used all his strength to sweep his hands. Houston had already reached the distance. He received the ball under the basket and made a layup.

25 to 34

The Pistons chased 5 points in a row, and Sloan began to get anxious. This was not a good sign. After Hill left the field, the Pistons got into the state.

"No! You can't fight like this!"

Sloan called out Antoine Kyle and Hornersek, who needed these two to go up and put out the fire.

You have to maintain a tacit understanding on the court, rather than expanding rotation in order to save energy and save energy. The Jazz don’t have so many good players.

This is also the disadvantage of a team that has been stable all year round.

The Jazz can be said to be the Spurs before the Spurs. They have no lottery show for many years, so they rely on several core veterans to find some engineer-type players to play like robots, and this lasted for thirteen years.

"Swish!"

In order to expand the rotation, the piston's defense flew around, which would inevitably miss some people, such as Ma Long, who always wandered at a high position.

Malone got a comfortable open position and made a jump shot.

This is his 16th point tonight.

With his goal, the difference in points went into double again.

The tactic of using the conduction ball to tear the defense just now has played at least five of them from the first quarter to now, and has succeeded three times...

Mo Mengchen recalled the progress of the pass, and the connection between the final end in his mind. Why did Ma Long always miss this point?

Malone is definitely the person they don’t want to miss.

"I have to look at it again."

"What?"

Mo Mengchen suddenly spoke, scaring Dumas.

"Nothing." Mo Mengchen said, "Make more balls for Alan, he feels very hot."

"If he heard you say this, he would probably be so excited that he couldn't sleep tonight." Dumas smiled.

Mo Mengchen ran to the position where Houston was, pointing his thumb behind him, and the latter understood. Just as he was approaching, he rushed upwards and used the former's body to help him hold the defender. Watson, the idiot, had no idea what they were planning.

This is a close cooperation in a small space. Under Mo Mengchen's command, Houston got a shot and scored another three-pointer.

Sloan called for a pause directly.

"Your defense is simply unbearable!" Sloan roared.

On the other side.

"Coach, I've had enough rest." Hill asked for a fight.

Collins was about to speak, Mo Mengchen asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure you will not disrupt our rhythm when you are on the court now?"

"As long as you treat me as a small character, you won't." Hill said.

"Little character?" Mo Mengchen said, "You want to be a small character?"
To be continued...