Collins realized that he had made a wrong substitution.

Before Mo Mengchen left the court, the situation was still under control. After he left the court, the Jazz quickly took the initiative in the game.

Whether it is to maintain the head coach's prestige or other factors, Collins doesn't think he is wrong.

But this situation made him look very bad.

In fact, Mo Mengchen also felt that he did right and he should have a rest.

Now he does not have the energy to play the whole game. If he drags his exhausted body to play, the risk of injury will be greatly increased.

But he didn't expect the Jazz to launch such a fierce attack during this period.

51 to 36

The advantage of 15 points is that for veteran teams like the Jazz, they are very good at keeping the lead because they usually don't make any big mistakes.

During the time she sat off the court, Mo Mengchen also saw clearly the Jazz's formation on the court and why the damn Karl Malone was always missed.

"John Stockton is such an old fox."

Mo Mengchen thought to himself that the Jazz had several rounds of tactical starting points that were veteran Antoine Kyle, who played behind the back at the low post, but other teammates would not stand there and watch him do it alone.

The Jazz's offensive system is a sophisticated machine, and the ball holder can only be regarded as a key point and cannot represent the whole.

Kyle performs a back-attack, Stockton will be able to cut in, his cut in is very threatening, and the Pistons' defensive attention will be taken away - yes, that's it.

The chaos caused by Stockton's inward cutting, Malone made a cover with the people around him and quickly slipped to the high position. If Kyle's offense was not smooth at the low post, he would pass the ball to Stockton. After the latter took the ball, he would throw it to Malone who was standing in the high position and was unguarded.

The mystery is here, but the crux of the problem comes from the Pistons themselves, they are not a well-trained defensive team.

The Pistons, who once prides itself on defense and even the strongest defensive team in history, have now lost all the glorious traditions of the past.

"Mo, I need you to make more shots from the outside." Collins is still relatively rigid. He hopes to open up space through three-pointers and allow Hill to perform a single-point blasting attack.

With Hill's condition tonight, let alone single-point blasting, he can't solve anyone's defense one-on-one.

"Mo, what are you thinking?" Houston asked.

Mo Mengchen said, "I have no idea."

No idea? Houston's eyes were as big as an egg, which was awesome? The people who had the most ideas in the team had no idea. Did they raise their hands to surrender?

Second half

"After the half-time break, both sides should have made corresponding adjustments."

"There's nothing to adjust." Griffith maintained his usual bad face, "I'm optimistic that the Jazz wins the big score."

His partner increasingly felt that this damn city had harmed Griffith, and only such a depressed city would make a passionate athlete who devoted his whole life to basketball like this.

"What do you want to do if the difference is 15 points?" Thorpe asked.

Mo Mengchen took his serve: "Catch it back one by one."

Since Momonchen only made one move in the first half, Stockton was not very wary of his offense; because his offense on the left this season was extremely rare and his shooting percentage was very low, Stockton deliberately put his left side; because he had never made a mid-range shot, what Stockton had to guard against was his three-pointer and a right-side breakthrough.

His defense was so monotonous that Mo Mengchen changed direction behind him like a sweeping wind. When he got rid of him in one step, he was still standing still.

"what happened?"

Mo Mengchen changed direction with his left hand, walked to the left, and instantly passed Stockton. After passing by, he immediately changed back to his right hand and broke into the Jazz's penalty area alone. His feet were not fast, but his pace was excellent. Ma Long showed off his evil iron elbow as dark as a dark cloud.

Mo Mengchen flashed through his body with a cross step, and licked the rebound with the ball in his right hand.

"Swish!"

38 to 51

"Dor.Mo's breakthrough just now is really beautiful!"

Mo Mengchen rarely broke through one-on-one and even his teammates were lit up.

"Which hand did he score just now?" Stockton asked Malone.

"Right hand!" Ma Long said, "It must be!"

This made Stockton confused because he clearly saw Mo Mengchen changing direction behind him like a left-handed person, and he was really unprepared. Such speed made him think that there was something wrong with the scout report, but Malone told him that he ended the attack with his right hand.

What does it mean? His left hand can dribble, but he cannot attack?

But his left hand seems to be better than his right hand.

Stockton's mind fell into chaos.

The game continued, Mo Mengchen pressed Stockton close to him, while his other hand pointed his finger in the middle, which was the position of the free throw line.

In the African grassland, predators there are willing to crawl for several hours in order to approach their prey quietly. Even when they arrive at the hunting position, they are willing to spend more time waiting for their prey to lower their vigilance. At this time, Hill is the predator on the field, and he lowered his posture.

From childhood to adulthood, he is a genius and he is a proud son.

AUU, junior high school, high school, college, honor, praise, genius, successor of Jordan, countless people have considered him the next generation of superstars, and no one has ever treated him like Mo Mengchen.

That ugly ridicule really hurt his self-esteem.

"Damn guy, to say such an ugly thing, will people like you have friends?"

Hill was thinking about it. At this time, Momonchen's defense forced Stockton to break through and seek opportunities. When he broke through, Horacek suddenly slipped out of the free throw line. It can be seen that Alan Houston had been blocked by the other Jazz.

Without Hill, this round would be an easy attack of "Why did the Pistons miss this guy?"

Stockton thought everything was done well, and this tactic was tried and done with the Pistons in the first half. Now, it was just that the Terminator changed from Malone to Hornersek with a longer range.

“NO!”

Horacek called out.

Duke's Condor rushed from the left, savagely swept down the basketball, turned around and rushed to the front court.

No one can stop him!

Run, Grant Hill!

"The devil from Duke vented his anger all night at the basket!"

Stockton gasped. What went wrong? It didn't make sense. The Pistons had no choice but to do anything about this tactic in the first half. Just now, not only Hill judged his pass, but even Chris Morris, who was pick-and-roll for Hornersek, faced Houston with him.

Extremely fast and precise rotation.

"Okay! Just fight like that!"

The Pistons' performance gradually made Collins forget what he arranged in the midfield, and he didn't know what happened on the court.

It just feels like they are fighting smarter.

"Is this what I mean by chasing one by one?" Thorpe asked.

"Be prepared, Malone is coming to single you."

Mo Mengchen was in the mood to chat with Thorpe.

Thorpe was about to ask why, but Ma Long really stuck him with an iron elbow.

"You can't guard against me, Otis! You can't guard against me!" Malone shouted.

In terms of the regular season only, Malone can be said to be the number one power forward in history.

No power forward has such power as him in the regular season. Thorpe defended his best, but he couldn't resist it and had no time to double-team. He handled the offense very quickly, tried his best to withstand the confrontation, sat out, turned over and threw his arms, and entered.

Malone poured a basin of cold water on the Piston at the 24th minute tonight.

This is what the piston is missing.

Even Hill cannot stand up and score at such a moment.

"We're missing a Karl Malone," said assistant coach John Sera.

Joe Lynch snorted: "I don't think that superficial tough guy who always hides at critical moments is indispensable."

"Dor.Mo has rushed in again!"

The work that Hill usually does, but today it falls on Mo Mengchen. For those who are used to watching the Pistons game, this is strange and surprising.

In most cases, Mo Mengchen's performance is lukewarm, and the scores he gets are always natural. After playing the game, he was not the most eye-catching one, but tonight, he stood up.

Just like a race against the Pacers.

Ma Long's steel body was right in front of him. Mo Mengchen had no intention of retreating. He bumped into him, causing a foul to throw the ball casually.

"Beebee!"

The referee determined that Ma Long's foul was before the attack, so the goal was invalid.

"Damn! Are you wrong?" Houston was about to get angry.

“Shut  up!”

"I..."

Houston and Mo Mengchen lost a point in his eyes.

"I want to take back my previous reviews. The Pistons' Australian rookie is a good player," Griffith said. "In my opinion, he is more responsible than Grant Hill."

There are more and more praises. For the parties involved, these voices are no different from booing and mocking.
To be continued...