basketball never sleeps

Chapter 171 Caron Falls!
The popularity of the first quarter of the Eastern Conference Finals exceeded people's expectations, but the subsequent trend did not exceed everyone's expectations before the game.

The two teams took the lead alternately, and the score was quite dead.

Coming back from the second half, Ao Pang played again for half a quarter but failed to widen the point difference.

Rashid, who didn't play much on the offensive end before, felt quite good today. He made 3 of 3 three-pointers in the first half of the third quarter, withstood the impact of O'Pang's return.

But after Ao Pang left the field, the Pistons failed to open the score, because Mo Wen also made several difficult magic shots in a row under strong defense.

It's all about luck!

It was really not easy to play this game. In Mo Wen’s impression, the series between the Heat and the Pistons in history was lost in the end, but there were back and forth. If Wade and O’Pang were not injured, they would have almost lost Can lift the five tigers away.

I don't know which part went wrong, but based on the performance of the Heat today, if he leaves him, he might be beaten at halftime.

Could it be that the NBA also has an ELO mechanism to keep the number of bastards and big brothers constant?

So, is there still time for him to mess around?
Fortunately, the Pistons relaxed their vigilance against Wade in order to limit Mo Wen, who double-teamed 19 points in the half, and gave him a few chances to attack easily. I can't help it.

This is the advantage of a multi-star team. If you switch to a single-core team, as long as the core is locked, you can only play hard and rely on hard operations if you want to get back to the state.

And it doesn't matter if multiple star partners are not in good condition, just like a few residual blood in the canyon, as long as they pull well, they can win the team battle.

The perimeter defense is not as tough as expected in front of the Heat's perimeter twins.

On the inside, after Mo Wen and Wade alternately hit the Wallace Brothers with one foul each, the duo with 4 fouls in all three quarters also became stiff.

The Pistons still took the initiative on the scene, but everyone can see that the Pistons have no particularly good way to deal with the Heat duo.

"Steve, how do you think these two little guys from the Heat compare to the perimeter combination you've worked with?" In the studio, Barkley asked Cole, who was next to him.

Cole raised his forehead, and instinctively felt that this topic might be a pitfall. After thinking for a while, he slowly said, "Of course it's not as good. After all, those two brought me three rings, and they can only give me three rings." Bring on a great game."

"I mean in terms of strength, don't talk about those useless things." Barkley waved his hand with his mouth flattened.

"These two guys must be strong, after all, they don't play anymore." Cole said while rubbing his chin.

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"We still have to find a way to restrain Mo, Larry."

"Our front has been damaged too badly by him, and the internal and external coordination is a mess."

As soon as Herb Brown finished speaking, Mo Wen once again used a back run, used the cover to cut inside, and easily completed the pick and score before Daben's return defense arrived, and his brows were twisted into a mess.

Wade's play style of playing bright cards but you just can't defend them just made them helpless, while Mo Wen's unconstrained movement and precise grasp of defensive loopholes made them even more uncomfortable.

Who would have thought that the "smart and easy-to-use tool man" could quickly grow to the level it is today.

This is already Mo Wen's 8 points in the third quarter.

There are 3 minutes left in the game.

If there is no limit, it is hard to imagine how many points he can score tonight.

The Pacers allowed Mo Wen to score a high score, and it was used as a background board, but if the Pistons let him, a player who was traded, score a high score and win the game, his stupid younger brother may not be able to be decent left.

Turning his head to look at Dumars, who was a little numb, Herb Brown sighed. He was sure that Dumars would not help Larry Brown take the blame again.

Standing on the sidelines, Larry Brown pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and was still trying to maintain his handsome demeanor in front of the camera.

His heart was burning with anger, and his eyes had a cold light.

It has to be said that he is sure that Mo Wen's β bastard did it on purpose.

He just said that Mo Wen holding the ball too much would damage the team, but today Mo Wen gave him a top-notch off-the-ball performance.

To adjust, of course to adjust.

But the key is that he has called 4 timeouts for Mo Wen today.

He was very confident that there was no problem with his tactics, but Mo Wen just couldn't be defended.

Therefore, the players are still not working hard enough, or in other words, not ruthless enough.

After thinking about it, he turned his attention to Caron Butler on the bench.

Leaning on the back of a chair with a familiar texture, Caron Butler had a hard time describing his current mood.

He still remembers Riley's angry mood after he was informed that he was traded. From the warmest city to the coldest city, the unreconciled anger was once the source of motivation for him to forge ahead.

He wanted to play well to prove Riley wrong and make Miami regret it.

But reality is no fairy tale.

Don't say that his performance surpassed that of Mo Wen, who surprised Miami and regretted Detroit.

Even Mo Wen failed to inherit the position of the sixth man abandoned by Mo Wen.

In Detroit, the Pistons' starting five are the real stars, and no one cares who the sixth man is.

Unless that person is good enough.

Butler is very smart, he knows what the team needs, and he is willing to do anything for the team, defense, air cuts, screens, blocking, switching defenses, he will not shirk the dirty work.

The former scoring leader in the NCAA Big East Division, under the guidance of his teammates and coaches, has become a blue-collar player.

He originally developed in the direction of 3D, but under the education of Larry Brown, there was no 3, only D was left, and then his playing time was cut off.

For a contract-year player, no data is quite fatal.Fortunately, his agent is a sensible person, and he approached Billups to treat him to a meal, and then changed his direction of development and allowed him to sit firmly on the bench.

During the regular season, he returned to Miami with the team twice, and his teammates were very kind and gave him a lot of shots.

19 points in one game and 22 points in one game.

That kind of performance on a team as small and slow as the Pistons is absolutely outstanding.

But in less than a year, no one in Miami remembers him.

The Heat's new DJ doesn't even know he's been a Heat player for two years.

Only a few brothers who have worked together before, such as Wade and Rasul, will greet him.

And this is not what frustrates and envies him the most, what frustrates and envies him the most is——

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

On the court, Mo Wen once again used the double pick-and-roll to hit a three-pointer, helping the Heat lead the score again.

On one side of the big screen above the stadium was his stern and unrestrained face, while on the other side there were only two big numbers [30].

It was not the first time he had heard this cry.

"Being able to score 30 points in front of the man-eating Pistons defense, maybe that's why Riley traded me for this guy..."

Are you willing?
How can a person who has been living with the gangsters at the age of 14, became a father at the age of 16, and successfully counterattacked at the college with 18 dollars in funding from a D dealer at the age of 5000, how could he be reconciled.

But he is very aware of his own strength, he can't even compete with Prince, and he probably can't compete with those who Prince can't guard against.

However, seeing that Prince's physical strength is not good enough, it is estimated that he will have time to come off the bench later.

"After sitting for half a quarter, your body hasn't rusted. If you are allowed to play later, can you do better than Tyshawn?"

A familiar voice came from behind, making Caron Butler startled.

"Uh... yeah, I think I can."

"My physical strength is better, coach, and I will do everything possible to prevent him."

Bouncing up from his seat, Butler's eyes instantly changed from dazed to excited.

Larry Brown was not satisfied with this answer. He patted Butler's shoulder with one hand and asked pointedly:

"Just doing everything possible?"

Isn't that enough?
Caron Butler met Larry Brown's eyes with some doubts.

His previous life experience made him think clearly about Larry Brown's thoughts without much effort.

"Coach, what do you mean... by all means?"

Butler asked in a low voice.

"You're a smart boy."

Satisfied, Larry Brown walked back to the coach's bench, and at the same time waved to him, gesturing to follow.

Butler blinked twice, looked back at Mo Wen who was waving at the fans on the sidelines, lowered his head and gritted his teeth to follow.

"Any ideas?"

Putting the tactical board in front of Butler in a fake manner, Larry Brown didn't even bother to take out his pen.

"He's not an easy guy, coach you know, so I need more playing time."

Butler looked at the Heat's No. 1 position on the tactical board, which was emphatically circled in red. The dense and chaotic lines extending out made him feel like he would explode if he looked at it one more time.

"Time is not a problem. I know this year is your contract year. If you can perform well in this game, I guarantee that your playing time will not be shortened later."

Larry Brown patted Butler on the back, a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face.

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During the rest period after the third quarter, Mo Wen, who was sitting on the bench, kneaded his legs as if they were filled with lead, and his ankles also stretched the ligaments by tiptoeing and falling from time to time.

Today, after finding out that the hand feels pretty good, I'm a bit over the top, and I took out the set of desperate play in the dungeon.

For the 30 points in these three quarters, I almost emptied my physical fitness.

Playing off the ball is not as simple as running. Your teammates will help you pick and roll, and the opponent will naturally delay you.

Especially in the playoffs, players without the ball have no human rights, and referees basically don't blow their whistles when they are deliberately tripped or pulled down.

Of course, he is not the most tired in the Heat, and the one who suffers the most is Rasul, who is panting next to him.

Today he is in charge of defending Hamilton. If Hamilton doesn't rest, he won't be able to get out of the game.

The Heat are suitable for defending against Hamilton in terms of size and speed. Except for Rasul, they are Mo Wen and Wade, but Mo Wei is obviously not suitable for spending energy on chasing and defending, so they can only suffer. Rasoul is gone.

The Heat's bench dominated by veterans and shooters is not easy to deal with a physical team like the Pistons.

"Can you two do it? If not, I'll rest for a while. Anyway, I'll have to rely on me in the end." Before returning to the court, Mo Wen put his arms around Wade's and O'Pang's necks and teased.

"Are you underestimating Superman? If it wasn't for this damned injury, no, it was the damned Wilson (team doctor) who stopped him, maybe the game would have ended by now." Ao Fat rolled his eyes.

"You still care about yourself, think about how to explain to Riley that you can't run in three quarters." Wade snorted coldly, not to be outdone.

In the fourth quarter, Mo Wen, who had a low battery, returned to the organization side.

Sexy point guard, serve on the line.

With Mo Wen's connection, the Heat's offensive focus has seamlessly shifted from himself to O'Pang and Wade.

On the surface, it seemed that Mo Wen was misfired, but Butler, who was standing in front of Mo Wen, became impatient.

Others only have the main mission, he is different, he also has a [unique hidden mission] in his hand.

There is no way, Butler can only lie dormant aside, waiting for the opportunity to come.

But what Butler didn't know was that ever since he stared at Mo Wen with malicious eyes, Mo Wen saw his every move.

The intuition trained in thousands of games made him very sensitive.

That kind of black hand that was purely a brain twitch, Mo Wen didn't predict that he would be able to detect it, but for this kind of deliberate conspiracy...

"Caron is down!"

"Caron is down again!"

"How did Caron fall down again!"

"It's on a stretcher, Caron will really fall!"

　The challenge failed, I was fascinated by reading my own book, Zhuo

　　
　
(End of this chapter)