basketball never sleeps

Chapter 177 Bold like a dragon, full of body, like a flying swallow, light in the palm

"Concentrate, concentrate! Run for me if you don't lose your legs, don't let him shoot easily!"

Larry Brown yelled on the sidelines, and was beaten 5:0, which reminded him of Mo Wen's 30-point halftime performance.

No matter how much he hates Mo Wen, he can't deny the scoring explosiveness of a person who can score 50 points in the playoffs.

The faces of the Piston players were also full of dignity. They didn't need Larry Brown to emphasize, they could also feel Mo Wen's determination today from these two balls.

Back to the defensive round, the Heat chose to shrink except for Damon Jones who chose to stick to the defense.

Hamilton struggled for a while and didn't find a chance to catch the ball, while Rashid was relatively left open at this time.

Billups passes to Prince, who feints and jumps to Rasheed.

Haslem quickly turned around to defend. Being at a disadvantage in height and wingspan, he had no time to give the confrontation and could only close his eyes, but Rashid, who had already completed the shooting action, did not get too much interference. , scored.

5: 2.

After scoring, the Pistons players didn't feel relaxed. Instead, after seeing Mo Wen's sprinting action, they rushed back to their basket like putting out a fire.

No matter what, Mo Wen couldn't be beaten anymore.

This round, after Mo Wen got the ball, he didn't intend to make a quick break, but suddenly slowed down and Shi Shiran walked halfway through the court, and even had time to meet Ao Pang who was walking forward.

What is played is the rhythm.

Prince kept controlling the distance with him, and Mo Wen didn't bet on a super long three-pointer, but showed off his possession of the ball like a fluttering butterfly.

The unpredictable basketball shuttled around Mo Wen's limbs, coupled with his frustrating and erratic footsteps, just a few breaths brought great pressure to the defensive Prince.

Prince could only keep observing and adjusting his defensive figure, but after a few changes, he didn't know what he was adjusting.

Suddenly, Mo Wen's figure rushed forward with the sound of friction between his sneakers and the floor.

The wobbly running position was as unpredictable as the bicycle of a bear boy. After a short confrontation, Mo Wen squeezed away the tricked Prince, and like a flicker, he cut into the penalty area.

Big Ben, who had been prepared for a long time, retreated back in time, stretched his stiff muscles, and did not stand under the basket, but just waited for Mo Wen to throw himself into the trap.

But Mo Wen was not a muscular player who only had the basket in his eyes. He stepped on the European step near the basket and deliberately turned to one side.

Faced with the sudden appearance of a black shadow, he was about to make a layup, but he turned into a catch, dodged Ben's arm, and stretched the ball towards Haslem on the side.

Seeing this, Da Ben, who was so concentrated, forcibly twisted his iron waist and threw himself back, regardless of his body balance.

But when he twisted halfway, he found that the ball was still firmly stuck to Mo Wen's hand.

Haslem didn't stand still, and rushed over to pretend to catch the ball, but in fact grabbed Da Ben's arm cryptically. The two of them watched Mo Wen rub the basketball into the basket with a small throw before going out of bounds. basket.

7:2.
"WIN!!!"

The roar of the DJ drove the enthusiasm of the audience on the sidelines.

The Heat's mascot, the basketball-nosed red-haired monster "Bernie", also bowed his head to Mo Wen.

Score 7 points in a row in the opening game. It feels like it's coming?
Da Ben pushed Haslem away irritably, took the ball and squirted towards Mo Wen bitterly.

"Fight against me, you're such a softie, Mo!"

Mo Wen didn't respond to him, but just stretched out his hand towards the scoreboard on the sidelines.

Larry Brown on the sidelines was a little anxious, and didn't call a timeout, but continued to roar on the sidelines——

"If you can't guard against it, you will give labor and capital a hard foul, and what the hell are you looking at, don't hesitate!"

The saliva didn't fly far, but the Pistons players all felt like they were covered in faces.

When attacking again, several people looked at each other, and they couldn't hold back any more. No matter what they said later, they couldn't let Mo Wen score any more.

You must know that Mo Wen scored 50 points in a row at the beginning of the previous 10+ game.

Pistons attack.

Heat players who didn't have a chance to show off on the offensive end put in a lot of defensive enthusiasm.

The ball was passed between the Pistons players several times, but there was no particularly good chance. The big book in the middle distance was very empty. Seeing that the time was approaching and the other teammates had no chance, he hesitated and made the shot.

The basketball tremblingly drew a circle on the basket, and then fell straight from the side.

There was no time to sigh, the Pistons players who were stuck in the position a second ago saw the rebound was taken by the squatting Ao Pang, did not stagnate, and quickly returned to the defense again.

Needless to say, a team without superstars has strong discipline.

Going back to the defensive end again, after setting up a 32-zone defense formation, every player in the Pistons is waiting for Mo Wen's "fortune".

However, this time, Mo Wen did not launch an attack immediately, but let the ball pass through Wade's hands once, and then caught it back, holding the ball for three threats from outside the three-point line.

Prince, who had always been calm, also gritted his teeth at this moment. At this moment, Mo Wen looked like a man-eating beast in his eyes, and he was standing on the edge of the cliff.

Fear squeezed his attention, and now he no longer followed Mo Wen as before, but stood in front of Mo Wen steadily like a Hengjiang dam.

Mo Wen could tell that Prince had also entered the mood.

After holding the ball for several times in a row, seeing that Prince was as stable as a bully under a defensive tower, he didn't hesitate any longer, took a step forward and kicked the ground, attacking Prince's defense from one side again.

Daben, who was in charge of defending Ao Pang around the front, couldn't help but raise his elbow to help defend. Mo Wen didn't choose to play hard, and found the gap to pass the ball to Ao Pang, who was conscientious and conscientious. Did not live up to Mo Wen's trust.

A little dribble, then a butt kick that slams Rasheed away, and a nimble hook puts the ball in the basket.

9: 2.

Larry Brown couldn't help calling a timeout.

"He made 4 of 4 shots. The success rate of the Heat's opening offense is too high. Sure enough, Mo has recovered his super point guard status. I don't know how the Pistons will defend him in a while." ESPN's Mike Bu Lin praised.

"I've always been optimistic about the Heat's advancement to the finals, especially Mo, he is the only player I've seen among all the players whose upper limit I can't estimate." Hubie Brown on the side also nodded and praised Mo Wen.

"If I was still coaching the Grizzlies, I would bring him back to Memphis at all costs. He is proficient in scoring, organization and defense. It is the greatest luck for the coach to be able to coach such a player."

"If you were given a chance to choose to coach Mo or Michael, what would you choose?" McBrin asked suddenly.

Hubby Brown was asked for a moment, glanced at his smirking partner, lowered his head for a moment to think, then raised his head firmly and said:
"I'll still choose Mo."

"Ah, are you so optimistic about Mo's? The other one I'm talking about is Michael, Michael Jordan!" McBrin was very surprised, Michael, that is the god of basketball, and Mo is only the second and third head of the second grade. , Although he has played a good performance, he can't compare with Jordan's in any way.

"Of course he can't be compared with Michael, but you have to know that it will be difficult for Michael to find a second Pippen now, but Mo will definitely not lack the next O'Neal or Wade."

This time it was McBrin's turn to be silent.

This logic is a bit convoluted, but it seems to be true.

Super point guards in history have one characteristic-there is no shortage of good teammates.

Of course, whether there is a super point guard or a good teammate first is not easy to explain with the chicken or the egg.

But there is no doubt that if players are allowed to choose, super point guards must be more attractive than super shooting guards.

The commentary room is still discussing.

On the court, Larry Brown got the players together and... blew it.

They were leaving anyway, and Larry Brown's speech was getting worse and worse.

After talking for a long time, there is only one topic——

We can't let Mo Wen score goals anymore, either let him hit the iron alive, or let him score goals dead.

His idea is very good, and the Pistons came back to implement it well. It's a pity that today's game is the Heat's home whistle.

The whistle is not too tight, and it is not too biased, but the Pistons players who are used to the yardless scale at home in Auburn Hills are not used to this kind of mosaic.

Mo Wen was tough, but it didn't mean he had to go head-to-head every time.

He's also relentless when it's time to foul.

As a person who "suffers more than a dozen injuries", he is already inspirational enough, there is no need to put himself on the wall.

After the timeout, Mo Wen was still firmly in control of the offense, almost every attack was initiated by Mo Wen.

With the Pistons attacking the defense, Mo Wen's efficiency was not as high as in the opening game, but the entire team's offense was extremely smooth under Mo Wen's guidance.

The Heat scored 36 points in the first quarter, which is almost equal to the sum of the first quarters of the two Palace games in Auburn.

Mo Wen, on the other hand, scored 9 points and 17 assists with 5 shots.

Ao Pang played 8 minutes and scored 9 points before leaving the game. The Wallace Brothers couldn't get Mo Wen, so they shot at his shark arm, and the black skin had red marks, which made him very angry He was about to fight again, Da Fan was afraid that he would lose control of his emotions if he was left on the court for a while, so he quickly slowed down and protected himself.

Wade, who was assigned to the defensive end, was not so impatient, and his shooting became more accurate. He made 3 of 2 shots, including a three-pointer, and scored 5 points efficiently.

The Pistons are still as stable as ever, handing over 23 points in a single quarter, and the ball is evenly distributed.

"I really don't know how Coach Da Fan arranged it. Look at giving the ball to Mo Wen. Isn't it all settled? Leading by 13 in the first quarter, I remember that the Heat didn't even have a single quarter in this series. Leading the Pistons by 10 points, Wade is a good player, but do you think he is suitable for offense with the ball? He is not suitable, he has to play off the ball."

"Mo Weiping" spoke impassionedly in the commentary room:
"How does the American media evaluate Wade? Players with the templates of 'Short Jordan' and 'Kobe II' are not suitable for playing in the organization. You know, especially in a team with several stars. It’s not how bad it is, but he can’t be as reasonable as Mo.”

"Look at how reasonable Mo Wen's play is today. He shoots when it's time to shoot. It's an opportunity to distribute the ball to his teammates!"

The domestic fans really listened, oh~ no wonder the Heat lost the first two games, it turned out that it was Wade who held the ball!
Back in the second quarter, the Pistons players continued the defensive intensity of the first quarter. Prince, who was carrying two fouls on his back, was not timid, but his movements became bigger and bigger.

Larry Brown gave him another training just now. If it wasn't for Caron Butler who couldn't come back due to his neck injury, Dupree, another small forward substitute, didn't seem to be able to face Mo Wen. replaced.

But Prince is not the kind of person who likes to complain negatively. He does what the coach says. He is the perfect role player at the 3rd position.

In the face of Prince's fierce pursuit and physical exertion, Mo Wen's breakthrough efficiency also declined.

But relying on his skillful emergency stop jumper, Mo Wen did not stop scoring.

In the middle of the second quarter, Mo Wen scored another 6 points by relying on pulling, leaning back, and archery on horseback. The point difference between the two teams also widened to 15 points.

Watching Mo Wen throw the ball into the basket from the two Wallaces, Yang Jian, who was still young in the CCTV commentary, couldn't help sighing:
"It's as courageous as a dragon's body, and its body is as light as a flying swallow's palm. It's dangerous to play with the tide, and there are even people who are born from the dead! Mo Wen's ball is really—"

Director Zhang: "Niu Boyi!"

Yang Jian:...

However, when the ball was replayed, Mo Wen suddenly called a timeout.

Everyone was still wondering why a timeout was called all of a sudden, and Mo Wen returned to the bench and lifted the slightly deformed jersey that was caught outside.

A bloodstain down the middle had soaked through the white vest.

"Sterilized, disinfected, Dr. Wilson, hurry up!"

"WTF, Mo, who did you do this?"

"Whoever did it, there is no one under the hands of those dogs who are clean. Hurry up and sterilize the toxin bag. They should work hard at halftime. Get off work early today!"

Opening the lining of the vest, a striking scratch appeared in front of everyone, but fortunately, it was cushioned by the clothes, so the scratch was not very deep. It belonged to the kind where the skin was torn and only slightly oozing blood.

"Hey, did you see blood again? It's okay if it's not deep. Come with me to the dressing room to bandage it, or it will be uncomfortable when you sweat."

Wilson frowned and blocked the camera, pushed Mo Wen to the locker room.

Mo Wen couldn't resist, so he had to go back to the dressing room to bandage up.

On the other hand, seeing the scar in Mo Wen's camera, the audience was also in an uproar. This bloodstain looked like he had been slashed by a knife. For the stadium where there was not much blood, the visual impact it brought was more than a stimulus .

Boos suddenly came from all directions.

Some female fans in the front row shouted "Ref you suck" (shit referee)

The referee was a bit numb, and they didn't expect to be scratched like this, and there was no way to make up the judgment for this kind of thing, because there were too many similar actions, they couldn't blow all of them.

"It seems that I...forget about it for a while and apologize to him." The Pistons opened their mouths for Prince on the bench, recalling that they caught Mo Wen when they were defending just now. .

"Say Jill's apology to him, it's just a broken skin, that kid can't count the number of black hands and elbows in the world, this is nothing more than interest, Falk." Big Ben slapped Prince, Said cursingly.

"Good job, give him two more scratches if you have a chance, preferably towards his face, this kid has no points, he must be taught a lesson." Billups, who made 7 of 2 shots, also The side viciously echoed.

"Okay, don't be so hot, look at the eyes of the group of people on the opposite side, Duck is also watching there, if you want to go up, go up by yourself, don't play tough from here." Hamilton was afraid that Prince would really believe it. After listening to their words, he hurriedly persuaded him from the side.

Prince and the others looked across the bank. Indeed, the Heat's players seemed to have murderous looks in their eyes, and Milicic seemed to be watching this way too.

Five minutes later, after cleaning, disinfection and bandaging, Mo Wen stood on the sidelines again.

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

When the camera was shown to Mo Wen again, the fans on the sidelines unconsciously began to shout.

tough guy.

Ankle injuries, leg injuries, knee injuries, groin injuries, the audience watched the player limping at most, it was not real at all, because they couldn't see it.

Blood is what inspires fear and excitement the most.

You must know that the American Iai only has two holes in the front and one in the back, and the 20cm bloody wound usually only appears in film and television dramas.

Combined with the rumors of Mo Wen's injury, combined with his performance today, these two words can be regarded as welded to death with Mo Wen.

Mo Wen was a little baffled, and it wasn't a serious injury. How could it be the same as "Death/The Return of the King".

"Well, I scratched it just now, are you okay, I'm sorry."

After thinking about it, Prince went to Mo Wen to apologize.

"Oh, what the hell, when did you become such a sissy? It's not normal to hit a ball and draw twice. Don't run towards people with that bitch before, who cares about you." Mo Wen turned over Rolling his eyes, he still punched Prince.

　It feels really good to sleep at night, and continue to code in the afternoon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)