"Slow!" Several smooth rounds restored the alien's confidence. He raised his hand and stopped his young and energetic teammates.

Control the rhythm?

Unlike Mo Mengchen, it was analyzed, but there was actually no reason.

The king is not famous for his complex tactics, and the whole team has no tactical qualities. The so-called unrestrained running and bombing is essentially a random shot of birds.

McGrady was attracted by his own offensive ability, and held the ball and forced the Pistons to double-team. Nowitzki seized the opportunity to expand outward. The German got a good offensive opportunity, McGrady passed the ball and made another three-pointer from the outside.

64 to 71

"This is the Kings' favorite rhythm!"

"As long as you continue to play like this, the 7-point gap is nothing!"

The Kings, who were playing more and more smoothly, defended the Pistons for two consecutive rounds, but their attack was also strongly blocked by the Pistons.

Two minutes passed, and neither team scored no points.

The king wanted to defend the piston for the third round.

The entire defense is airtight. I really didn't expect that a team with such a bad inside defense could also make such a defense.

Almost 24 seconds later, the piston passed the ball to Mo Mengchen's hand at the last moment.

Mo Mengchen shook to the right, but started the dribble to the left and stopped quickly. Bowen was unable to interfere with his shooting. He shot three-pointer with his left hand. As the red light light came on, all the fans prayed in their hearts.

If prayer is really so effective, then churches around the world should be overcrowded all the time, because there are so many mediocre people in this world who have dreams but have no ability to execute.

"Swish!"
Chapter completed!