basketball never sleeps

Chapter 178 Piston Out (7K)

Without any further explanation from Larry Brown, after Mo Wen returned to the field, the Pistons players focused their attention on him again.

Mo Wen is still 7 points away from repeating the miracle of 30 points in the half in the playoffs.

Not to mention the widening point difference now-this seems to be the funeral organized by Mo Wen for the Pistons.

And just when the Heat players were all looking at Mo Wen, Ao Pang met Mo Wen's eyes cryptically.

Without too much communication, the two nodded slightly in tacit understanding at the same time.

There are 4 and a half minutes left in the game.

Mo Wen's purpose is self-evident to come back after leading so much.

But Ao Pang on the inside needs to be double-teamed, and Mo Wen from the outside has always been very efficient against single defenses. If he wants to completely curb his scoring, he also needs to be double-teamed. The rest, not to mention Wade, Dazhi and Damon Jones on the field are both There is a three-point range-unless all three referees are put on Pistons jerseys, the Pistons' defense cannot be deployed at all.

Larry Brown also noticed the predicament on the court, gritted his teeth, and made an open gesture to the Pistons players on the court.

Anyway, in this situation, the Pistons will not be able to catch up with the score for a while, so let's prevent that bastard first.

When Carter faced the 76ers he coached, he scored 34 points in the first half and led the team to a 17-point lead.

This record has always been regarded as the biggest shame of his career.

But Carter didn't have any grudges against him, and it was just the Eastern Conference semifinals.

Boom...boom...boom...

Seeing the Pistons players waiting in line, Mo Wen pretended to show a embarrassed expression.

Made a tactical gesture that is not very commonly used with his teammates, and the Heat players also ran up without doubting him.

Damon Jones used O'Pang's pick-and-roll from the left to run outside the 45° three-point line, while Wade, who was cruising on the right, cut to the left with the help of Big Zhi's cover.

After covering for Wade, Dazhi didn't stand still, but ran to the right elbow, and made another cover for Mo Wen who broke through.

The Pistons players were actively chasing after each other, but they all kept observing Mo Wen.

Mo Wen didn't do any complicated moves, just simply leaned his elbow after passing the screen.

And Da Ben, who emerged from behind Da Zhi, also waved his arms in a cooperative manner.

When the two were exchanging greetings between men, Billups, who was chasing after Damon Jones, and Prince, who was about to pull the big cock behind, all covered them together.

Seeing that he was about to fall into a desperate situation, Mo Wen unhurriedly leaned close to the big body, and then took advantage of the opportunity to pass the ball under the waist and sent the ball to Ao Pang.

Don't ask why Rashid didn't intercept the ball.

When no one is fighting Ao Pang with all his strength, he can't pay extra attention.

Ao Pang has a characteristic, that is, when he holds the ball, his strength and explosiveness are half as strong.

So Rashid, who was barely able to fight against Ao Pang just now, Yan Yilaman couldn't stop the shark's predation at this time.

boom--

puff--

Ao Pang hung on the rim, while Rashid sat on the floor in a very standard 2K lying posture.

The point difference between the two teams widened to 17 points.

Rashid patted the floor unwillingly, and then looked at Big Ben with resentment.

I'm so lonely without you~
Although they are all black, but the size of Ao Pang is really not something he can bear alone.

Billups accidentally saw the faint smile on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, and suddenly felt that things were not that simple.

Among other things, the tactic the Heat ran just now was not a singles tactic for outside players, but a very conventional inside singles tactic.

The purpose of that tactic is to move the inside players away as much as possible through running positions, and create space and opportunities for the center forward.

In the next round, when the Pistons attacked, Hamilton made a shot and the rebound was taken off by Daben. Rasheed made another rebound, and when Hamilton caught the ball, Mo Wen suddenly came over.

With continuous shooting and shooting, he snatched the basketball from Hamilton unreasonably.

The roles were reversed, and the Pistons players rushed back to defense helplessly.

Mo Wen's speed of 79 is only the level of an ordinary main force, coupled with Hamilton's constant interference, successfully blocked Mo Wen's fast break.

The Pistons players put up the defensive formation just now, and they still have to work hard to block Mo Wen's attack.

Mo Wen repeated the old trick and used the same tactic again after his teammates settled down. Rashid felt that the situation was wrong and intended to turn around and steal the ball, but Ao Pang didn't like half-hearted men, so Rashid was pushed aside again.

The shark came out of the water again and bit the piston hard again.

19 points difference.

And there are more than 3 minutes left before halftime.

"The Pistons have invested too much defensive resources for Mo. They can't forget that the Heat have a big shark inside!" Barkley said in the commentary room shaking his head.

"Whether it's Rashid or Da Ben, neither one person can defend O'Neal. Although the game has a tendency to be overwhelmed, if you play like this, the suspense will be lost at halftime."

Larry Brown also noticed that the point difference was about to break 2, but after more than 3 minutes, with Mo Wen's explosive scoring power, it was still very dangerous.

He decided to grit his teeth and stick to it.

Billups was also very powerful, and he made two more points in the next round to help the Pistons recover their blood.

But the crisis of the Pistons did not end. In the next two minutes or so, Mo Wen played around O'Neal with a very good efficiency.

Ao Pang made 4 of 3 shots and scored 6 points super efficiently.

The Pistons' offense was inherently constipated. In order to delay time, the offensive efficiency was greatly reduced, and the scoring almost stagnated.

The point difference between the two teams also came to 22 points.

1 minutes left.

The Pistons players couldn't hold on anymore.

The pincer attack on Mo Wen only restrained Mo Wen's scoring, and the point difference between the two teams went up along with the players' blood pressure.

It's not that he hasn't been abused by his opponent for 20 points, but he was suppressed by 20 points in the half, which is really difficult.

Although they usually call themselves blue-collar one by one, "ordinary" does not hinder their self-confidence.

Even if they are not in the Palace of Auburn Hills, they can still feel the wailing of those Pistons fans in front of the TV.

They also didn't want to see Mo Wen scoring high points on top of them, but in comparison, he was even more unwilling to lose easily in this way.

After Larry Brown called a timeout, there was silence in front of the Pistons coaching bench.

Mo Wen passing by gave Larry Brown a deep look.

Do you want to divide the difference, or do you want to record?
"you···"

Larry Brown wanted to praise the players for doing a good job, but he couldn't speak when he saw the dazzling point difference.

This kind of point difference, this kind of performance, if you change your opponent, the Pistons players may have to face "flood discharge from the reservoir".

But the tactics and strategies were all given by him, and there were no mistakes in the execution of the players.

If there is a problem, it is also his problem.

This feeling is like there are only five "straights" left, and you have issued a leaflet in order to suppress the landlord's hand.

And this leaflet was crushed to death!
"Don't worry about him, just follow the routine defense from now on, stick to it, keep fighting, we still have hope."

Larry Brown still maintained a serious voice.

Billups turned his head to the side, seeing the expression on his face as if he smelled a reply.

Rashid, on the other hand, was like a woman who accidentally passed by the mold base in Korea, covering her buttocks with a numb face.

Do you know how he got here these few minutes?

Ao Pang scored 10 points before and after, and he fell 4 times in charge of defending Ao Pang alone!
What is the concept of 4 times?
Almost every time Ao Pang has to squeeze him down before he is willing to make a move!
Along with his buttocks, he also had his heart that thought he was tough.

After falling to the back, Mo Wen couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to pull him.

In the commentary room, Barkley was still laughing and teasing that the inside line is as soft as toilet paper.

But Kenyon Martin in front of the TV didn't laugh along with him, but touched his butt silently.

Can't cry, scars are men's medals!
···
"Mo gave up his plan to score 30 points in the half. It can only be said that he made a very wise decision. 20+10 in the half is also an amazing record. As long as they stabilize the point difference in the third quarter, they will be able to You can leave work early." Kenny Smith felt a little bored looking at the cheerful home court in the camera.

With a big lead, the home team fans must be very happy, but for their neutral commentators, a game without competition is boring.

Just when everyone and the Pistons thought the first half was going to pass like this.

Mo Wen on the other side poked Ao Pang with his elbow.

"You did too much just now, aren't you afraid that Rashid will punch you twice?"

"It's not you. What am I afraid of? Besides, you are the one who passed the ball to me, and you are the one who led the team to play inside tactics. In fact, you are the main murderer, and I am just an accomplice!"

Ao Pang said indifferently, "There is not much time later, if they want to transfer back, do you plan to give it a try?"

Mo Wen sprayed a stream of water into his mouth and nodded.

"Seven points, just two three-pointers. You can help me play the pick-and-roll or grab the rebound later. If I'm lucky...you and Dwyane will have a chance to explode in the next game."

Ao Pang raised his eyebrows, whether he should talk or not, Mo Wen's speaking is art.

The little guy in Los Angeles always took the ball and suffocated when he felt it was coming. When it came to Mo Wen's mouth, it became an opportunity for him and Wade to explode.

Back from the timeout, the Pistons let go of their defense against Mo Wen as expected.

After Mo Wen dribbled the ball across the half court like a walk, he seized the opportunity of the surrounding Pistons players keeping a relatively large distance from him. Just after passing the logo area, he lightly braked and threw the ball towards the basket very casually. basket.

whoosh-

When Prince braked and turned around, the basketball flew over his head.

Then he fell into the net bag under the puzzled eyes of all the Pistons players.

There was no crazy celebration, Mo Wen just returned to the Heat's logo, stepped on the burning basketball, and stretched out his hands to warm himself by the fire.

"A super long three-pointer... hit! 26 points! Oh, Kenny, it's too early for you to say, it seems that Mo hasn't given up on the idea of ​​hitting the record."

In the studio, Buckley sat up in his seat, patted the table and stood up.

Larry Brown, who had just sat back on the coach's seat, jumped up from his seat just like the recurrence of hemorrhoids.

"Shit, he's a monster!"

"Stop him, leave the others alone, stop him from scoring!"

The old man shouted from the sidelines regardless of his image.

In the Pistons' offensive round, Billups did not blindly press the rhythm, but played a Reggie Miller-style elevator door tactic, going around in circles and catching the ball outside the three-point line.

There is a lot of space, but it is a pity that he didn't feel very good today, and he missed it again.

Wade fought hard to get away from Prince and grabbed the rebound, and then yelled at Mo Wen.

The two advanced simultaneously on the left and right sides.

Seeing that the Pistons were about to follow, Wade gritted his teeth and vigorously passed the ball to Mo Wen's front.

Snapped--

After receiving this powerful pass, listening to the sound of footsteps behind him, Mo Wen was not in a hurry to make a shot. He had a bold idea.

He adjusted his pace and waited for the footsteps behind him to gradually approach. He felt that the distance was almost there before he suddenly jumped to the brakes. On the three-point line at the bottom corner, he jumped high... due to inertia, he also drifted a little.

Press your elbows against your wrists.

Before the external force of the body hit, the ball was thrown out.

Mo Wen, who lost his balance in the air, didn't panic, and the thrust was even smaller than he expected.

Like a cat, he simply adjusted the angles of his limbs in the air. The moment his palms touched the ground, Mowen rolled two laps on the ground silkily and skillfully, completely releasing his strength. On the third lap, With a little effort, Mo Wen completed another chic flip and stood up.

Not in the mood to care about who pushed him, Mo Wen and everyone else looked at the basketball that had landed.

beep--

The referee gave the answer. He pointed to Billups who was holding the French military salute, and he firmly signaled for scoring and penalty, AND ONE!

Roar! ! ! !

In an instant, the entire American Airlines stadium was boiling.

"God, Mo Wen scored a three-pointer, and there was an additional penalty. My God, this goal is too good. I'm at a loss for words. Let me look it up in the dictionary!" The verses are not enough.

"Wow..., don't look it up, just applaud, this goal is locked in the top ten goals of the year. It's amazing, we don't need to say, the audience will just watch it!"

Director Zhang clapped his palms abruptly, showing no sign of understanding.

Mo Wen didn't think about what pose to do before being overwhelmed by the turbulent teammates.

"If you want me to grab a rebound, you kid will give me a chance to grab a rebound!"

"Mo, there must be some kind of high-tech installed in your arm, it must be, the real mother is sure to mess with Farke!"

"I knew you could, and God can't stop you!"

"There are still free throws, there are still free throws. Don't be too happy!"

Billups looked at his palm in disbelief.

What a stupid thing he did just now!
If Mo Wen wants to vote, let him vote.

With that little time left, it is impossible for Mo Wen to have another chance to attack if he presses down.

This also gave him an additional penalty.

Thinking of Mo Wen's free throw percentage of more than 9%, Billups can't wait to slap himself.

Surrounded by a group of Heat players, Mo Wen came to the free throw line.

Of course, Mo Wen did not forget to thank his "benefactor" before the free throw

"I knew you would push me, and you really didn't let me down."

Of course, just not finished thanking, Mo Wen gave Billups another "2" and "1" gestures.

"What do you mean?" Billups' eyelids trembled a little strangely, but Mo Wen didn't mean to explain now.

In the anticipation of the fans; in the cheering of the domestic audience; in the despair of Larry Brown, Mo Wen scored this free throw with an unpretentious shooting action.

In an instant, the stadium that had been quiet just now exploded again.

Some people are almost dizzy with excitement, while others are almost fainted due to suffocation.

In history, there are not many 30+ halftimes in the playoffs. Nash played once a while ago, but only in the second half.

But after the conference finals, 30+ in the half is one of the few.

Not to mention that this is still 30+10.

This score basically indicates that the Heat have at least 50 points in the half (30 direct points + 10*2 assists) directly related to Mo Wen.

What is a big core with the ball! (Tactical back)

A Zhan off the field: Understood, received!
Even Mo Wen felt that his touch was a bit exaggerated.

In fact, he didn't have much confidence in the last two three-pointers, but he scored!

Could it be that the character lost in the first two games was recovered today?
With the experience of the first two overturns, the Heat are not so carried away.

There was still one round, and the Heat and the Pistons played a tacit ball.

Looking at the murderous eyes of the Pistons players, the Heat didn't think of bringing the point difference between the two teams to 30+ at halftime.

For the Pistons, this point difference is already quite magical and cruel.

Some even hit the players' self-confidence.

Waiting calmly for the clock to run out, even with little defense allowing Hamilton to finish the game-winning shot.

With a point difference of 27 points, the two teams entered the break very calmly.

Before leaving the field, Mo Wen stopped Billups.

"Do you want to know the meaning of my gesture just now?"

"Ok?"

"You don't think it's okay to push it. For the sake of being an old friend, I'll give you a half discount. Do you choose 1 rib or play 2 games with me?" Mo Wen hugged Passed his neck and said darkly.

"Don't go too far, kid, I obviously didn't use much force, and you also made a free throw."

Billups had already thought of an excuse to push Mo Wen away.

"Hey, it's useless, isn't it? Then I know your choice. In the second half... the next game, let's have a good conversation!" Mo Wen patted him on the shoulder heavily.

"Fake, don't you be ashamed of your face, you really thought I was afraid of you, bastard, what the hell... When labor and management win this year's championship, I will fight you once at most!"

Billups pushed Mo Wen away cursing, and then walked quickly into the player tunnel full of cameras without looking back.

"Tch, Xia Tian is waiting for me to find you!"

Mo Wen showed a villainous sneer.

If you can run to the monk, can you run to the temple?

···
The locker room of the home team has already been filled with words of praise for Mo Wen, and with a lead of 27 points at halftime, victory is only a matter of time.

Open it, open it vigorously, Mr. Mo will pay for the champagne tonight!

On the other side, a conflict broke out in the Pistons visiting locker room.

Larry Brown's accusations against the players made Billups, who had just been pissed off by Mo Wen, couldn't stand it anymore.

It's obvious that you are stupid and insist on targeting Mo Wen.

Playing at a normal pace, even if Mo Wen got 30+, the Pistons couldn't lose so badly, and they might even recover a little point difference during this period.

Judging from the first half of the second quarter, Mo Wen's 2-point efficiency was not high.If the Pistons still play at their normal pace and let Mo Wen score 2 points according to the previous efficiency, it is not a dream to recover the point difference.

But Larry Brown still felt that there was no problem with his choice, that is, the players slackened at the end.

If this is put in the live broadcast room, at least two rockets from "still stubborn" will be received.

But in the locker room, only Billups was willing to stand up and scold him passionately.

And what chilled Larry Brown the most was that after they scolded, the Pistons players were all standing and watching the show, only a few assistant coaches came over to fight, and then... were sprayed four times by Billups.

In the second half, an angry Larry Brown directly put Billups on the bench, clearly exposing the contradictions in the locker room.

The Heat didn't play the main force, leaving only Wade on the court who didn't score much, but the Pistons lost their spirits. After playing for 5 minutes, the point difference was further widened to 32 points.

Larry Brown was in a hurry, scolded the players on the field, and then had to pinch his nose to lift Billups up.

Billups was also polite, threw the towel on the ground, and entered the court with a cold face-he originally wanted to throw it on Brown's head, but he held back considering that there would be a follow-up game.

Wade didn't play much in the follow-up, because the Pistons players moved more and more, and even started to attack without the ball.

Now is not the era when gentleman basketball was rampant. If you want to make big news, you have to weigh whether you are strong enough.

The Heat's Neo Pang and Wade are quasi-patients here, and they don't dare to press too hard.

In the end, only one Haslem was left, grabbing rebounds on the court. After thinking about it, everyone else came off the court to rest.

After Billups came on the court, the Pistons rallied and chopped melons and vegetables against the Heat's substitute, and finally recovered the score within 20 points before the fourth quarter.

Feeling that the Pistons still had some hope of winning, in the fourth quarter, Mo Wen scored another 7 points and stabilized the score at 20 points before finally officially leaving get off work.

The final Heat 112:93 Pistons.

此次天王山，莫闻上场27分钟，拿下37分12助攻7篮板3抢断1盖帽1传说。

Anticlimactic?
No, that's all Mo Wen's love for Detroit.

···After all, Billups is eager to push people away, and Mo Wenbu's injury resistance of 90 doesn't dare to bet what others will do to him.

For the Pistons, this game can't be said to be a snake-headed snake-tail, it should be slashed while playing a snake.

Although the fans were a little disappointed with the second half, they also enjoyed eating melons in the middle.

Mo Wen went 30+10 in the first half and caused the Pistons to fight among themselves.

Now no one is optimistic about the Pistons continuing to defend their title this year.

Eastern finals G6.

Although the Pistons repeatedly emphasized before the game that the conflict was just a tactical dispute, now that the generals have reconciled, they have also reflected on their mistakes in the last game and have not given up hope of advancing.

But judging from the performance of the Pistons players, they no longer have the determination to fight back.

Mo Wen, who played superbly in the game, kept a low profile in Detroit as he kept his promise.

Together with Ao Pang, he once again formed the Moyu Brothers, helping Wade and other role players find confidence.

After halftime, the Heat 49:41 Pistons.

Mo Wen just scored 10 points, but also sent 10 assists, another double-double in the half.

For such a buddhist Mo Wen, Pistons fans don't want to boo.

At least from Mo Wen's performance, he really respects Detroit.

Someone even raised [Mo back home! 】 brand.

Director Zhang enthusiastically translated for everyone.

"Mo back home literally means Mo back home, and free translation means don't come back. You can see that Detroit fans know that this is not a good place. Although they won the championship last year, but let me say that Mo Wen still has to go here. Spectrum team.”

In the third quarter, the Pistons tried to cheer up and organized two offensive climaxes, but every time they wanted to catch up with the score, Mo Wen, Ao Pang or the veteran Mourning would stand up very resolutely and score hard. Press the piston.

By the fourth quarter, the fanatical fans at home hadn't given up.

But the Pistons have lost the energy to support them.

Larry Brown, who had lost the trust of Billups, was no longer able to drive this sophisticated car like he used to.

The Big Three and the Five Tigers faced off in a high-intensity lineup for half a quarter in the fourth quarter, but the point difference widened to double digits during this period.

"I can feel how sad the Palace of Auburn Hills is at this moment. To be defeated in this way, what is broken is not their dream this year."

"Coach Larry Brown has already decided to leave. I hope the new head coach next year can bring everyone a surprise."

Mike Breen said regretfully in the ESPN studio.

In the last 2 minutes, the atmosphere on the Pistons bench was not as stiff as it was at the beginning.

They seem to realize that this promising season is over.

The resignation letter is already in Larry Brown's suit pocket. He only needs to wait for the game to be handed over to Dumars, and he will be able to chase his sky-high contract dream after winning the championship.

"Boss, shall we still hire him?"

"What do you think? Didn't you strongly recommend him to me before?" Dolan took the cigar and looked at Isiah in confusion.

"Uh... no, I used to think that he would be the same as Mr. Chuck (Darry), but Chauncey's performance has made me a little skeptical recently. I think it is necessary to postpone the signing negotiations with him .It’s best to ask Mo for his opinion. I think he will succeed earlier than James... No, he is already half of the success. If he can come to the Knicks, the other half will not be far away!"

Isaiah was somewhat contradictory, muttering to himself.

On the court, with 1 minute left and 11 points left, both Wade and O'Pang took a break, and only Mo Wen was left on the court to send the Pistons one last leg.

Billups and Prince bet 4 consecutive fast-break three-pointers and only scored one, completely strangling the miracle.

Stern, who was watching the game off the court, wanted to pretend to be deep, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Although there are still more than ten seconds before the end of the game, Stern can't wait to distribute the championship trophy to the Heat players and let the staff on the sidelines get ready.

Miller moment?

It didn't exist, Hamilton didn't have a three-pointer, and Billups was watched dead by Wade.

The red light flashed, and the bloody, absurd Dongjue came to an end in a bit of red and white rain.

"We must win the championship! Keep the championship in the Eastern Conference and wait for us to win it next year!"

Listening to the first half of what Billups said, Mo Wen was still a little touched, but it disappeared immediately after listening to the second half.

"You guys will make it to the Eastern Conference Finals next year. Also, don't forget that we still have a fight waiting for me to find you after the finals."

"What punch? Why can't I understand what you're talking about?" Billups slapped Mo Wen hard on the back twice, and fled away as if flying away.

"Fuck, you'd better move, Chauncey!"

Mo Wen gritted his teeth and shook his fist in the air.

When he turned around and hugged Larry Brown, the old man tried to dodge, but was caught by the enthusiastic Mo Wen.

But what surprised Larry Brown was that Mo Wen didn't touch him again.

Just normal hugs, and—

"Thank you for sending me to the Finals two years in a row, Larry."

"You're an asshole, kid."

"You're a bastard too, old man."

"I wish you a happy 'end' of the finals!"

"I wish you a happy 'mixing' in New York!"

On this night, the flashing lights of the media, like shining stars, shone against the trophies held up by the Heat.

When the crowd dispersed, Mo Wen did not leave with them.

Looking at the flying flag above the court, he made a very gentlemanly bow at the curtain call under the few shots.

"In case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!"

　Kidney stones have occurred, but more often in the later period

　　
　
(End of this chapter)