basketball never sleeps

Chapter 232: Devil Warrior and Angel
D'Antoni called a timeout, even though the Suns were only trailing by 4 points after several rounds of battle.

But judging from their performance on the field, their pre-match dream of relying on Rajabell's ability to limit Mo Wen turned out to be a dream.

In order to prevent Mo Wen from developing his sense of touch, the seal of "Mo Score" was released.

Double-teaming is an inevitable choice.

"Let me try again."

Bell bit his tongue and came out of his trance.

Isn’t he just a talented and technically good-looking player?
Can't he be brought down if he can't be defended?

As his teammates watched, Lagabel touched the tip of his elbow, his calm expression revealing a heart without any emotions.

As an inspirational guy who climbed up from an undrafted player, moral integrity is not as cheap as Bowen thinks, but it is not worth more than a few dollars to him.

When the timeout ended and the game resumed, Mo Wen keenly sensed a hint of murderous intent.

After staying in the dungeon for a long time, he has developed an intuition for discovering unruly people.

After glancing around, he saw Lagabel's tense little face and roughly guessed what was going on.

The "Son of the Wind" is still as cool as ever, and although his light body makes him suffer humiliation on defense, it also gives him unlimited possibilities on the offensive end.

He broke through with a low hand, turned around to shake off Ray Allen's obstruction, attracted Tyson's help defense, and then passed the ball to Kurt Thomas who was one step inside the three-point line.

Faced with a wide open space, Kurt Thomas, who relies on his shooting range, did not show any mercy and scored 2 points with just one move.

Mo Wen has no good way to deal with this kind of space-type inside player. If he is the main defender, he will consciously cover for rotation, but Ray Allen still needs to accumulate experience.

Unlimited switching defense sounds simple, but there are many challenges and problems in actual operation.

Mo Wen dribbled the ball and launched a counterattack, and a black plaster was also applied on him at the same time.

However, compared with the previous unclean defensive actions, Rajabell's actions this time can be called dirty.

In fact, the best way to deal with a shameless person is to be more shameless than him. If you just lie down and take advantage of the situation, everything may be solved.

But Mo Wen had not yet mastered the superb skills of rolling around with the crown like A-Zhan did later.

Taking a step back, today's occasion is not a place for a performance.

Mo Wen could only dribble the ball with one hand and support himself with the other, and he stepped into the inside with difficulty under Lagabelle's unsportsmanlike "sneak attack".

"Ow!!!"

Lagabel couldn't help but scream out.

A swollen and sore feeling came from the tips of his toes.

A pair of sky blue soles appeared on his toes at some point.

"Dudududu!"

The referee who received the information immediately went out to call the police and made a foul gesture.

——To Lagabel.

Block the foul!

Lagabel widened his eyes and pointed at his toes angrily.

"Look at this, look at this!"

The referee followed Bell's gaze.

Yo, you're standing on tiptoe?!
"I saw it, watch your feet, kid, be careful, I've remembered you, next time you dare to do it it won't just be a warning for violation!"

The referee held the whistle in his mouth and made the classic Uncle Sam pointing gesture towards Lagaber.

"He stepped on me, blind...sir!" If he could not feel the pulse beating in his swollen toes, Lagabel would have thought he was dreaming.

He is obviously the victim!
The referee didn't say anything, but just pointed at his eyes, as if to say "my eyes are the ruler".

Bell gritted his teeth, he didn't know whether it hurt more physically or mentally. He was not someone who could not bear a loss, but this kind of loss that he couldn't express was really painful!
He glared fiercely at Mo Wen who was still pretending to move his ankle, and a feeling of hatred and admiration surged in his heart.

You are so awesome!
Guy, who had been standing by ready to respond, blinked blankly. He had originally thought that Mo Wen would suffer a loss, but now the situation always felt a little wrong.

Mo Wen committed a foul and Bell was penalized. He counted with his fingers and found that Mo Wen won twice?

Ray Allen came over and patted him on the back, indicating that he should stand according to the tactics.

He glanced at Lagabel and shook his head secretly in his heart. There are always some stubborn and forgetful idiots who forget the lessons written by their ancestors with blood and tears.

Is Mo Wen also someone you can have little thoughts about?
You’ve watched too many TV dramas and movies, so you really think that “rules are meant to be trampled upon”?
In most environments where fairness is still the goal, rules are used to protect the weak.

Serving the ball again, facing Bell's fierce eyes, Mo Wen did not dodge at all, but instead showed some appreciation.

The expression and temperament are good, just be a little more ruthless!
A little harder and I'll get excited!

The chuunibyou that's dormant in my body is about to awaken!
Playing and joking aside, Mo Wen still looked at his teammates normally as they started to run tactics.

Just when Lagabell thought that Mo Wen would have another head-on confrontation between two men, Mo Wen grabbed the ball with one hand and easily passed the ball to Milicic who had shaken off Marion.

boom--

Milicic let out a low roar after successfully dunking.

Don't think he is pretending to be tough. His hands will really hurt when he dunks normally.

Except for Howard's shooting star dunk in the All-Star Game, most dunks involve contact between the palm and the rim, and pain and injury are inevitable.

Lagabel clenched and unclenched his hands, strongly condemning the practice of inserting commercials into action movies.

This is a blasphemy against the art of confrontation!

Nash, who was standing aside like a minion, unconsciously looked in the direction of Stoudemire and Dio on the bench.

[Come back soon, don’t keep me waiting here…]

If Stoudemire and Dio were here, would he still need to sit here and watch Mo Wen show off his passing skills to him?

Kurt Thomas, who is over 30 years old, has accurate mid-range and long-range shots and is passionate in defense, but no matter how mature and sophisticated his skills are, they can't replace the feeling of a young body, right?

He is really hungry.

But he still wanted to have a bite of the tender one.

D'Antoni, who noticed Nash's gaze, understood immediately and turned around to ask Stoudemire and Dio to prepare for warm-up.

After resting during the holidays, the injuries of the two players are no longer serious, to be precise. Controlling their playing time now is more of a protective measure for the sake of caution.

The team doctor suggested that they should both adapt more, but there is no time to worry about that now. The Supersonics had already been upset before the game. If they don't fight back, how will they survive in the Western Conference in the future?

"You coward, why did you pass the ball just now? If you have the guts, just continue to fight me. You only use small tricks like that just now, are you trying to cover up your fragile body?"

"Mazefak, are you afraid of getting hurt? Then you better be careful to protect yourself. Don't come back crying to your mother if I hurt you! You bastard, you cheap bastard..."

While returning to defense, Bell took the opportunity to run to Mo Wen's ear and started muttering.

Here it comes, here it comes again!

Accompanied by some telegraph-level vocabulary, the clichéd mental attack came again.

Mo Wen, whose ears were callused, did not respond violently, and did not even look at him.

Wouldn't it be nice to go and bully me?

Rajabell is good at three-pointers. The reason he was able to climb out of the sea of ​​undrafted players and enter everyone's vision was not because of his defense but because of his accurate and magical three-pointers.

But the only thing Rajabell can do on the offensive end is three-pointers.

This kind of defensive target with little change is a good practice for Guy. Mo Wen is just being lazy by coming here in person.

When Nash saw Mo Wen coming, he went for pick-and-roll and screen switching without hesitation.

The game is that when the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy advances again, I retreat again.

When Mo Wen was still trying to chase after Lao Na's back, Nash took advantage of Milicic's gap and rushed into the inside to make a fake shot, which went in off the rebound.

Back on the offensive end, Mo Wen slowed down his advancement as he failed to find a suitable teammate for a fast break.

Seeing Rajabell coming over again, Mo Wen's hand trembled and he passed the ball to Ray Allen first.

When Bell was feeling complacent about his defense forcing Mo Wen to give up the ball, Mo Wen slowed down his pace and moved several important joints in his body.

"I've sent the annoying basketball away, it's time to address your needs."

Mo Wen can turn a deaf ear when necessary, but he doesn't really turn a deaf ear to anything.

Just like staying up late won’t make you sick immediately, but the King of Hell will take responsibility for it.

Just as Lagabel was about to say something proudly, an ordinary arm had already sneaked up to his side.

Dissension began.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Fists, palms, fingers, legs, hips...

pop-

The dispute is over.

Most people's attention was on the ball. Ray Allen ran over Barbosa and when facing Nash's pursuit, he suddenly passed the ball to Gay on the outside.

Guy missed the rebound and the ball was knocked out by Tyson.

Just as everyone was adjusting their bodies towards the center of gravity, a figure leaped up, grabbed the ball in mid-air, landed on the ground and jumped forward like a dragonfly touching the water, then made an elegant fingertip layup and quietly sent the ball into the basket.

The goal was like a ballet on the field, and it seemed as if it had sounded the alarm in the stadium, with fans exclaiming from all directions.

So beautiful!
So elegant!

too……

Wait, is there something that seems to be overlooked?
Lagabel, sitting on the ground with a grin, called out to the referee.

The criminal has been caught red-handed. Mo Wen, do you still have anything to argue about this time?
I admit that your kung fu is very good and I can’t beat you, but what do you say, referee?
Unless you really bribed the referee, otherwise...hehe!
The referee looked at Rajabel in confusion.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"It shouldn't be a big deal, it just hurts a little." Bell's face was slightly gloomy. It really hurts. If he can't get a flagrant foul, he will lose in this confrontation.

"Then why don't you get up quickly, the game has to go on!"

The referee glanced at Bale with an accusing look and was about to leave.

"No, Mo! Mo! Mo, he knocked me down! He committed a foul!"

Feeling the familiar treatment, Bell quickly explained.

"Mo, foul?" The referee was stunned, then sneered, "I'm warning you, don't act pitiful in front of me. If you fall to the ground during a normal fight, it's a foul. Is this what your coach taught you? Who do you think I am?"

"He really was the one who knocked me down! Didn't you guys see it just now?" Bell scratched his head, quite confused by the bizarre plot.

He did all this right in front of you, and not only did you punish him harshly, but you also questioned me. What's the point?
I am clearly the victim, so why am I guilty?

Could it be that you, the referee, have really been bribed?

The referee frowned and looked at the linesman on the other side.

The linesman shook his head at him.

In fact, the linesman did notice the situation here at first.

Judging from the actions of the two players, both sides definitely committed fouls.

However, the rules are actually very tolerant of the actions of players without the ball. Especially in actual penalties, when both sides make large movements, the best way to deal with it is to ignore it.

You are such a loser, how dare you ask us to seek justice for you after you lost in a fair fight.

Not to mention that their main mission today is to seek justice for the Supersonics!
"This is his problem, are you blind?" Bell felt aggrieved.

But the referee didn't understand and gave him a technical foul.

Lagabel looked at the referee who blew the whistle, his lips trembled with anger and he was on the verge of exploding.

Fortunately, Nash called a timeout and stood directly between the two players. He did not argue with the referee, but just pulled Rajabell off the court.

Looking at Lagabel's back as he left mumbling something, Mo Wen just felt a little sorry.

This is just the beginning. Why are you withdrawing when the communication just started?
After the timeout, the Suns replaced Dio and Stoudemire.

Nash also showed a long-lost smile on his face. Although Bell's departure was a bit inexplicable, his brother in the interior is back. Isn't this the playing environment he wanted?

In the second half of the first quarter, Mo Wen originally planned to take a final rest like most of the team's starting players.

But when he saw the opponent change their formation, Mo Wen thought it would be better to experience it himself.

After a few rounds of competition, you can really feel the peak of the Suns.

If it weren't for the fact that Stoudemire still needed to find his form and rapport with his teammates, the Sonics would have had a hard time playing against the Suns' near-perfect fast break lineup.

But to be honest, the Sonics players didn't shoot well today.

Except for Mo Wen who was relatively stable, the other people's hit rates were not low, mostly because they missed a lot of simple shots.

Mo Wen also understood, because the pressure they were under was indeed not small, the existence of the bet, the burden of the opening game, and the pressure of competing with a strong team...

Mo Wen's psychological rating is abnormal, but the players on his team are all normal people.

If you can maintain a certain level under heavy pressure, you will pass. The rest is up to the team to slowly adjust and train.

In the first quarter, under Mo Wen's support, the Supersonics still maintained a 3-point lead over the Suns. In the second quarter, Mo Wen took a 3-minute break as usual, and the situation of the Supersonics took a sharp turn for the worse.

Rajabell, who had calmed down temporarily, replaced Barbosa, and the Suns officially completed their strongest lineup on paper.

The Supersonics only kept two main players, Ray Allen and Milicic, and if one of them didn't continue to provide firepower, the score gap would widen.

Even if Stoudemire and Dio are not in their best form, they are still good firepower providers for the Suns.

The situation was not stabilized until Mo Wen returned to the court.

However, the Sonics' shooting problem has been discovered by the Suns.

After Mo Wen returned to the court, he was double-teamed.

As for the other players of the Supersonics, the Suns adopted a strategy of shrinking and interfering, defending the inside and trying to interfere with the Supersonics' outside shots.

To put it bluntly, Lagabelle and Marion will guard Mo Wen, and the others will watch and prevent interference.

Mo Wen's pass was timely, his teammates' shooting posture was standard, and the opponent's defense was not in place, but it was just a little bit short.

单论三分，雷阿伦4投1中，米利西奇3投1中，厄尔沃特森3投0中。

Only Mo Wen made 3 of 2 shots, which was above the standard.

Fortunately, the Supersonics maintained a certain level of mid-range shooting, with Mo Wen and Ray Allen providing support, and did not allow the Suns to widen the gap by too much.

In response to this situation, the fans at the scene not only cheered weakly but also had some doubts. Can the Supersonics really take off as they wish?
Bennett in the private room upstairs could no longer suppress the smile. Come on, come on, failure is coming!
Stern, who was thousands of miles away, also showed worry on his face. With the way the Supersonics were playing, how could the referee whistle for you if you didn't rush inside?
After halftime, the Supersonics had gone from leading to trailing by 7 points.

From a formal perspective, it is quite pessimistic.

"The Sonics' outside shooting was average today. In this situation, Mo Wen may not be able to pursue rationality anymore. He should try it himself first, stabilize the situation, and then let his teammates try." Coach Zhang was a little anxious watching in the live broadcast room.

"Nash grasped the problem of the Supersonics and started to play steadily and calmly, while Mo Wen had to take the initiative to speed up the pace just to find more opportunities for his teammates in fast breaks. Now we can only hope that the other players on the Supersonics team can quickly get back to their form." Sun Zhengping explained the current situation to the audience in front of the TV in a heavy tone.

During the half-time break, Mo Wen discussed the tactics for the second half with Old Hill with a normal expression.

Three points is such a metaphysical thing, there is nothing to be angry about.

If you love his God, you have to accept his ghost.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that you have to stick to one path until the end.

The Mamba Mentality has never been applicable to team building.

Since the three-point shooting touch is average and the teammates are not in good condition, then we should increase the inside rim rush tactics and mid-range pick-and-roll tactics.

The lack of defense for Stoudemire, the highest player on the Suns, is also a fatal weakness. Even Mo Wen's main focus on speed is Stoudemire and Nash.

"Tyson, you should take more initiative in positioning yourself in the second half. You will be our main offensive direction." Mo Wen patted Tyson Chandler on the shoulder and gave him earnest instructions.

"Really? Yi...Mo!"

Since losing his position as a training core, Tyson hasn't felt what it's like to be the key offensive core for a long time.

Although he is not good at it, it does not stop him from loving to play.

Mo Wen nodded patiently.

There is no doubt that Tyson's offensive ability is outstanding...rough guy.

But who could blame him for the fact that his opponent was Stoudemire, who had never learned how to defend in his entire life?

Objectively speaking, Stoudemire has all the qualities to become a super center who is good at both offense and defense - except education and hard work.

No one taught him in the Suns, and he didn't think about working hard. In the Knicks, someone finally taught him, but he was injured and was ruled out. Finally, when he came to the CBA, he finally seemed to understand some defensive skills, but his body was so old that he could only score points.

Of course, it’s not that Stoudemire’s defense is really that bad. Before he is easily knocked away and shaken off, his beast-like physical talent can still intimidate people.

In addition to Tyson, Mo Wen and Hill discussed adding tasks for other people to rush to the basket, cut down or shoot from mid-range.

The main point is to be patient and listen to advice.

Even if Stoudemire leaves the court, this direction will not change.

Three-pointers can kill people, but there is more than just three-pointers that can kill people. Mo Wen wants to build the Supersonics into a strong team that can shoot in all aspects, rather than the Warriors that are seven or eight years ahead of schedule.

Seeing that Mo Wen was calm and not at all impatient, the Sonics players, who were originally a little anxious, gradually calmed down.

Mo is not panicking, so why should they panic?

In the second half, I came back with a smile on my face. It was about to be time for the Suns to close the game. He would win the first game in the competition for the best point guard of the new season!

Come back?

How can the Supersonics turn things around when they were collectively in a slump in the first half?

What’s the use of being so strong?

If you have the ability, you can...

Wait, Nash paused his smile and turned around to look at Lagabelle.

Don't worry, he still has that nasty face as if he is ready for battle at any time.

If you have the ability, score another 60 points!

Mo Wen only scored 19 points in the first half, which was not a small number, but it was nothing like the crazy performance he had when he scored high points before.

As for the Supersonics, their momentum seems to be different?

There's nothing strange about that; it's just the aftereffect of drinking too much chicken soup.

“Come on!” “Lets go!” Simple and effective chicken soup like this is not only said by pigs.

When the game started, Nash and Dio started running across each other. Dio passed the ball to Nash and watched him take Mo Wen a few steps away before he started to deal the cards according to the tactics.

The look in Dio's eyes is very familiar to many old Chinese fans. It is the "lingering fear" that was often used by the national team's defenders.

Marion and Stoudemire performed two circles of duo moves. While Milicic was watching Stoudemire who was rushing to the basket, Marion came out to receive the ball in the middle distance, stood on tiptoe and made a 38-degree push, sending the ball into the basket.

On the other hand, the Supersonics showed a different temperament from the first half.

The main offensive direction of the interior was redefined, and the Sonics team went all out.

The Suns maintained their defensive strategy from the first half, with Rajabell leading the defense and Marion ambushing on the other side.

Mo Wen's sudden braking and pulling back did not directly throw off the highly alert Lagabel, but it still left him with enough space.

Seeing Mo Wen holding the ball, everyone thought that Mo Wen was going to take another shot with a time difference.

But the straight arc made the sensitive Nash realize the true intention of this ball.

Bang - boom!

Tyson received the ball, turned around and dribbled the ball. This shot really lived up to Mo Wen's wonderful pass.

As expected, Stoudemire did not react to the attack right under his nose. He turned around, grabbed the ball, and jumped out of bounds to prepare for the serve.

The other members of the Suns and he seemed to think it was normal.

In history, Stoudemire has indeed played a sufficiently efficient performance. Looking at the true shooting percentage, he is also the highest among all players who average more than 15 points per game.

But behind the flashy statistics is the Suns' shabby defense.

Nash didn't look at the still shaking basket, and quickly adjusted his state and invested in the next attack.

The Suns are so fast that it's hard to read their urgency if you don't watch their defense.

Just like the tuna in the ocean, it will really hurt if you don't swim fast all the time.

It is still difficult for the current Supersonics to stop the mature Suns from scoring, but after adjusting the direction of their guns, the stable firepower supply allows the Supersonics to keep up with the Suns' rhythm.

In the third quarter when the Suns were so-called the most powerful, the Supersonics not only did not fall behind, but instead took the opportunity to recover 4 points.

Tyson Chandler had a great dunk, and Stoudemire, who had just recovered from a serious illness, also put up a "husband is not at home" level of resistance, which gave Chandler confidence. He used his crude finishing technique to achieve the actual effect of O'Neal's arrival, and scored 12 points in a single quarter.

The Suns replaced Kurt Thomas later but he was unable to stop Tyson who was already on the rise.

Mo Wen was also happy to share the opportunity. After all, one only regrets not having enough talent when the time comes... ahem, after all, if you don't give your teammates opportunities to train them normally, how can you confidently pass the opportunity (the blame) to them at the critical moment?

Of course, the referee also plays a role in maintaining fairness and justice.

Don’t worry about whether the penalty involves double standards, just ask yourself whether the Suns players really committed a foul?
In the fourth quarter, Mo Wen, who had warmed up his teammates throughout the entire game, finally saw his teammates' touch gradually recover.

"Lei's three-pointer... BANG! BANG! Thank God, he finally found his scope!"

"A beautiful one-two against the wall. Rookie Gay has been acting like Wade under Mo's guidance!"

"Mo dodges Lagabel, the Brazilians double-team him... Wait, where did the ball go? A three-pointer, it's Damien in the corner!"

As the "temporary cards" of Stoudemire and Dio expired, the Suns, who failed to defeat the Supersonics in one go, finally entered their own period of weakness.

As the score gap between the two sides got smaller and smaller, the cheers from the fans on the sidelines became louder and louder.

Fall behind - tie - lead.

Sound has its limits, but the hope behind the sound is enough to reach the hearts of every fan watching the game on TV.

Off the court, Payton hugged his former teammate Schrempf's shoulders, and the two were silent for a long time.

Payton was just feeling the glory he had created here, but Schrempf cast his eyes towards the ceiling, where a flag was hanging.

A championship flag is fluttering in the air, stirred by sound waves.

"Look there, Gary." Schrempf's voice was a little dry.

"It's alive again, it's alive again!"

……

At the end of the game, Nash, who played almost the entire court, wiped the sweat off his head and threw it on the ground.

It was such a fucking comeback, and we never even won!

Look up at the screen -

SuperSonics 121:113 Suns
Below the total score are Mo Wen’s dazzling personal data.

莫闻32分14助攻6篮板3抢断1盖帽；

Think about your own data again -

24 points, 12 assists, 2 rebounds, 1 steal;

He has tried his best. Even if the referee was biased today, the gap is obvious.

"Pervert, how can there be such a perverted person?"

In the past, when we heard the media praising players as being like Bird, Magic, or Jordan, everyone just took it as a joke.

Who would have thought that this group of media outlets would actually make something out of it!

"Hey, what are you looking at Steve?"

Mo Wen came over and put his arm on his shoulders.

"I'm watching a devil bullying mortals on earth, and praying to God to send angels to send him back to hell." Nash complained weakly.

"Oh, shouldn't it be to summon a hero to defeat the dragon? Why did it become a praying angel?"

"Because the brave are tired, and the brave want to reap the fruits of their labor."

Nash took off Mo Wen's hand from his shoulder and pounded his old waist.

"Don't worry. The devil still needs to rule the world by ruling the brave. If it falls so easily, this world will be very boring." Mo Wen patted Nash on the back encouragingly.

"Get lost! The hero just failed in his conquest of hell. This world still belongs to the hero! Let's wait until the army of hell is trained, then we can talk about ruling the world!" Nash pushed Mo Wen away with a smile and curse.

Nash had a strong premonition that this year would be their most promising year to win the championship. In two years, when Mo Wen and this group of young players grow up, even the Suns, whose players are in their prime, would find it difficult to compete with them.

Mo Wen didn't say anything else, and bumped fists with Nash as if in agreement.

"What should we do if the angel doesn't show up?" asked Rajabel, who had been silent in the visiting team's locker room.

Nash thought for a moment and thought of the figure of an old Suns player.

"If there are no angels, then we can only gather more warriors..."

……

In the home team's locker room, Mo Wen took a photo with Congressman Mark and his son.

Following the suggestion from Congressman Mark, Mo Wen signed the game ball and gave it to the little guy.

"I think this is what we deserve." Congressman Mark said with a hint of pride in his tone.

"You know, there are already rules for the referendum on gambling subsidies. Citizens' votes will be collected from three channels."

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and looked like he wanted to hear more details.

"The first is the regular letter collection of the municipal office. Based on previous experience, we can probably collect several hundred letters."

"The second is to collect votes online. You know that netizens always like to watch the fun."

"The third one is that we used a random sampling method and randomly interviewed the opinions of citizens in various regions by phone. The list was retrieved from the Seattle Times. It seems that it was left over from the previous lottery event held by the SuperSonics."

Mo Wen couldn't hold back when he heard the last method. You have to admit that these guys are really good at implementing a policy.

"We have done what we can." Congressman Mark stopped talking halfway through his sentence and just looked at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen smiled calmly: "Remember to buy the season ticket."

　It seems a bit late... Still alive
　　
　
(End of this chapter)