basketball never sleeps

Chapter 24 How Many Ribs Are You So Shocked?
Of course Mo Wen wasn't drifting away.

Don't look at Artest, although the honor he can get before is a defensive second team, but this year he has basically booked the best defensive player.

Tough confrontation, difficulty getting rid of the entanglement, and full aggression have made Artest grow into a scalp-numbing flank defensive gate this year.

Even if he met this kind of player in the dungeon, Mo Wen would try to avoid direct confrontation with him.

But the team needs to show momentum now, instead of being defended and afraid to shoot like Prince.

Besides, if it's just one or two balls, Mo Wen is still sure to play with this stalking beast.

The players on the Pacers field widened their eyes after watching Mo Wen hold the ball and pull off the singles.

Why, Larry Brown really arranged for players to single-play their flanks. That's Artest, what did he think?

Artest has made a name for himself this year with his defense. Mo Wen and the others read the player profile before the game, but he was just a substitute player for the Pistons.

How dare you?

Artest was even a little angry. Generally, only defensive loopholes can enjoy such things as opening singles. When is he also a player who can be singled out?

But when Mo Wen really walked in front of him, this angry beast felt a different aura from Mo Wen than ordinary players.He also felt this kind of momentum in Reggie Miller.

The seemingly random steps revealed a sense of self-confidence and sophistication at every step, and there was no trace of nervousness on Mo Wen's face, just like a top student facing a difficult problem, not panicking, just looking for the answer calmly.

But Reggie Miller has played more than 1300 games in the league. Mo Wen is just a rookie, and he doesn't even play a fraction of Miller's. How is that possible!

Just when Artest was about to step forward to post anti-interference to puncture this weird feeling, Mo Wen also moved.

The slight shaking of the front shoulder and the sudden rush of dribbling made Artest's attention instantly full. Artest stretched out his long arms, trying to catch the prey in front of him like the tentacles of a jellyfish.

Seeing Mo Wen stepping out with his right leg, Artest just tilted his center of gravity slightly to the side. Just as he expected, this was just a feint. Mo Wen didn't take the step at the end but made a retracted action.

He judged that what Mo Wen really wanted to attack was his left hand side. Just when he pulled his center of gravity back predictably, Mo Wen shifted the ball to his right hand with a back dribble, and then turned around and pulled his left foot towards Artest's right hand side continued to rush past.

This caught Artest by surprise, but Mo Wen hadn't escaped from Artest's defensive range, and this kind of twisting breakthrough was not fast.

Before Artest entangled him, Mo Wen put his left hand, which was not holding the ball, on Artest's thigh to borrow some strength, delaying Artest's turn and at the same time boosting his own speed.

And Artest's outstretched interceptor blamed Mo Wen for a slippery sideways touch.

"Sly Skunk"

Artest cursed secretly but followed closely.

Mo Wen knew that his explosiveness and speed were still far behind those of Artest, who had already entered the top ranks, so he didn't think about hitting the basket to find a cap, but made an emergency stop in the middle distance pull back.

But Artest really deserves to be at the level of the best defensive player. He used his core force and stomped on the brakes to stop the inertia before Mo Wen made a shooting action and completed the turning interference.

"It really is difficult."

But Mo Wen's slow shooting action was waiting for this moment.

Mo Wen's left hand protecting the ball stepped forward to make contact with Artest's hand, and then pushed the basketball towards the net with his right hand.

The basketball hit the backboard as expected, but it didn't matter, the referee blew his whistle.

Thug foul!

"WTF, I didn't foul, he took the initiative to touch porcelain!"

Artest looked at the referee in disbelief, spreading his hands to argue.

"No need to quibble, it's just a thug, a standard thug." The referee responded coldly.

He also knew that Mo Wen's ball had an element of touching porcelain, but Artest did not hit the ball just now, but hit Mo Wen's toucher. According to the rules, no matter how you say it, this is a thug foul.

If he doesn't blow this obvious thug foul, he will be complained after the game that he will write a report and even be investigated and questioned.

Reggie Miller came over and patted Artest on the back, telling him to stop arguing.

Miller usually plays this kind of ball a lot.

Speaking of which, Reggie Miller can do even more when shooting. He has a signature jumper with egg-like legs. When he is lazy, he adds a kick. The players in front of him are often kicked. If you get kicked, you will be called for a defensive foul.

The reason was a violation of Reggie Miller's cylinder.

Later, in the small ball era, a bunch of outside players learned from Miller badly, and used this trick more and more frequently, forcing the league to come up with a "Reggie Miller Rule", and then a certain star who shot too accurately lost the column Body that is something later.

Artest complained a few words and knew that the penalty could not be changed, so he could only turn around and give Mo Wen a hard look.

"Boy, wait for me, FK"

Mo Wen ignored Artest's murderous eyes and just clapped his hands with his teammates.

His mentality has already been tempered in the dungeon, and the two free throws were hit steadily without any accidents.

When it came to the Pacers' offensive round, Artest wanted to fight back. He wanted to hit the ball with real swords and guns, so that Mo Wen could see what a man's offensive style is.

"Reggie passed the ball to Ron (Artest), and he signaled his teammates to pull away. It seems to be in response to the offense of the Pistons No. 66 Mo just now."

"Ron has three threats with the ball from outside the three-point line, but his opponent chose to keep a distance. This is not a wise choice, because Ron is capable of three-pointers."

"It's a tentative step breakthrough, but it's a pity that I didn't choose a three-pointer. Mo followed up the defense tenaciously and didn't lose his position. The Pistons' inside line was ready to make up the defense, but no one could stop Ron. Stop, do you want to hit back?"

"Well, it can also be that Ron's back shot is also his photo... Wait, this Asian is not weak, and he can withstand Ron's strength, two people... er, two people are strong It was a fierce 'fight' together, but Ron had to make a quick shot or pass, and a five-second violation would immediately occur."

"Forcibly shot-it's still iron, I have to say that the young Pistons defended well."

Artest looked at Mo Wen in disbelief, no, boy, are you also a gangster?
Just now Artest actually had the opportunity to run over with strength. Mo Wen's strength is not strong, even if he is very experienced and experienced in exerting strength, but in this kind of continuous contest, strength is everything. s things.

Who knew that Mo Wen, feeling overwhelmed, even exchanged elbow skills with him!

The elbow of labor and capital, Jordan has tasted it and said it is good, you are a young rookie, you are beaten on the back by me, you don’t wait for me to elbow you, and you are playing elbows with me in front of Guan Gong?
How many ribs, so dumb?
The two were obviously playing back and forth, but the nearby players could hear clearly that the muffled sound of thumping was definitely not playing.

If it is said that Artest is a natural god, Mo Wen is an immortal.

In the situation where they couldn't obviously swing their elbows, the two even fought evenly for a while. This was a battle of spirits, and basketball was not important.

Payton, who was in front of the TV, was amused to see the frame-like back-to-back fight of the two, and poked Malone next to him.

"You have a successor. You and Rodman played like this back then."

The corner of Malone's mouth twitched. This scene was indeed a bit similar to the confrontation between him and Rodman in the finals of those two years.

"It's not the same. The two of us were aiming at scoring goals, not simply...competing. Ron, a foolish boy, is pure and simple. He can play hard and then rush to attack. He has to compete with that Asian guy. Instead, the gain outweighs the loss."

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"Play well, don't get on Ron." Xiao Ao was a little dissatisfied with Artest's performance just now, and said from the side.

"You don't need to say, labor and management know." Artest waved his hand impatiently. The relationship between the two in the team is not very harmonious. Xiao Ao feels that Artest is often self-willed and unreliable, while Artest is Because of the first round of the playoffs in successive years, he felt that Xiao Ao had no leadership qualities and was not a qualified master.

If the locker room hadn't been adjusted by the leader of the old Miller, the two of them would probably be as deadlocked as the Lakers' OK now.

"That Asian is harder than you! Hiss—" Artest said in his heart as he rubbed his waist that had been elbowed just now. "Good boy, tough enough, ruthless enough!"

Artest was in pain, and Mo Wen wasn't much better. If he didn't have the five-second rule, he would feel like he would vomit blood from Artest's elbow.

Mo Wen has suffered countless big elbows in the system, and Artest can be ranked in the top three.

It seems that the next round has to be called assisted defense. The reality is not like a dungeon, and it will really hurt.

If he attacked again, Mo Wen didn't want the ball to play singles, so he had to take it easy.

Billups was also very considerate, and the Pistons played conventional tactics.

"Boy, what are you doing? You did a good job just now." Artest gritted his teeth in front of Mo Wen and asked.

"Our family controls some necessities transactions in our local area. There are hundreds of people working for our family. Some of them are engaged in security, some are engaged in transportation, and some are engaged in sales." Mo Wen smiled with a deep meaning.

"To be honest I haven't had anything to do with my family business for a long time, I'm just an athlete now."

"What?"

"Mare Falke, are you serious?"

"Of course, if you go to Huaxia someday, I can ask them to take you there. My family also has business in all parts of Huaxia." Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders in a very natural tone.

Mo Wen didn't tell any lies. His family owned a supermarket chain, and supermarkets with an area of ​​more than 100 square meters in the entire county basically had their brand on them.A large stall does not require security, transportation and sales, but also to find suppliers from all over the world every day.

(Children from poor families basically have no chance to go to school in Ugly Country these days.)
But in Artest's ears, Mo Wen's description of his family was very consistent with the group of bad guys in Queens.

Queens is usually a commercial area, usually a slum. If Artest grew up there, if he didn't play basketball so well, he would probably have to live with the group of guys who licked blood when he grew up.

No wonder this kid is as tough as him, it turns out that it is really a family connection.

The Sopranos?Can't afford it, can't afford it.

Artest shrank his neck, he definitely wouldn't be cowardly, he just thought it would be better for players to rely on basketball to speak.

"I'm in Queens, New York, and I have a little bit of a relationship, and if you go to New York, I'll buy you a drink."

Artest also insisted on bragging. In fact, few of the brothers he is still in contact with are gangsters, but black people may not have a father, but they will definitely not lack relatives.

Mo Wen saw the truth and nodded, and the atmosphere became harmonious for a while. If it wasn't for the competition, the two of them might even have hooked up.

Of course, the small moves of the two of them have not decreased. Under the rules of the times, this is a reasonable confrontation. The restraint of the two is limited to the big moves like just rushing to hurt people.

The two of them only came and rested for a round, and then fought hand-to-hand on the field again.

But this time Mo Wen didn't choose to fight alone with Artest. He was just a young rookie with a second-round salary, so there was no need to follow Artest, a multi-millionaire, to exchange for one.

As long as this guy wants to play inside, Mo Wen will either be called Daben or Okur. Assist defense itself is the core content of the Pistons' defensive system, which was decided by Carlisle when he was in the Pistons.

If everyone could solve the problem with single defense, Daben would not have been the best defensive player for so many years.

In the second quarter, Mo Wen played for 8 minutes. He went back to his seat and lifted his clothes to see that his chest was elbowed at the beginning, and the rest of the place was red several times.

Not only on the defensive end, but on the offensive end, even if Mo Wen's fake moves are full and he borrows the cover of his teammates, it is still difficult to get a completely open opportunity.

In the second quarter, he fought against Artest for several shots. Mo Wen felt like his muscles were strained. The home referee seemed to have lost his whistle and insisted on not blowing it.

Fortunately, the Pistons' shooting touch has recovered during this period. Hamilton made 3 of 2 mid-range shots, Billups made 2 of 1 three-pointers, and made 2 of 2 layups. They also took a breath, and found their senses one after another. They scored 33 points in the second quarter, and walked to only 23 points after defending.

At the end of the midfield, the difference between the two teams was only 1 point.

Mo Wen contributed a lot in the second quarter. He made 5 of 2 shots and scored 6 points, 3 assists, 3 rebounds and 1 steal with the free throws at the beginning.

His shooting is not very accurate, but he assisted Billups to connect the team on the offensive end, and used his sophisticated running position to involve the defense and played a big role for other players.

During the intermission, Carlisle was not too nervous because the point difference was caught up.

In the second quarter, several starters of the Pacers took turns resting off the court, while the starters of the Pistons have been working hard on the court. four quarters.

When the physical strength of the players is no longer sufficient, the real test begins.

In the third quarter, Jerome returned to the court, and the situation of the Pistons became difficult again.

Xiao Ao has touched the floor of the superstar on both offense and defense, making it impossible for the Pistons, who only have blue-collars inside, to make a move.

Three blocked shots in one quarter directly made the Pacers' inside line a restricted area.

It doesn't help that Larry Brown is yelling and screaming next to him. This is the gap in the lineup.

In the Pistons lineup, the inside defense is flawed, the offensive ability is not enough, and the outside line is also restricted.

Larry Brown rarely replaced the offensive players he didn't think much of before, and even put Astkin and Sura, the fast-break brothers on the back line.

But the two of them launched a total of three fast breaks on the court, one was directly intercepted and passed by Artest, one was hit by Tinsley's interference for a layup, and one was defended by Artest in the frontcourt.

The two brothers Jermaine and Artest are really OK. They can even be said to be an OK combination with a low-profile offensive version and an accelerated defensive version.

In the middle of the third quarter, Mo Wen also played for 4 minutes. Originally, he made 2 of 1 shots and played well, but he was replaced by Larry Brown because Artest was allowed to make a 3-pointer.

After the third quarter, the Pistons trailed by another 10 points.

Seeing Larry Brown, who was pouring chicken soup and giving orders to the starting players, and slobbering everywhere, Mo Wen leaned closer to Milicic again.

Before, Mo Wen saw someone on the Internet saying that Larry Brown's on-the-spot adaptability is very strong, which is enough nonsense.

Larry Brown is very sensitive to defensive losses. If you can't defend well, you can change players. I can barely talk about the lack of top iron, but on the offensive end, this old guy really only knows how to arrange and combine.

Mo Wen didn't play again in the fourth quarter, and the Pistons struggled for another half quarter. The point difference didn't shrink but widened.

Shaq and Malone in front of the TV had already happily clapped their hands, picked up the fruit plate and began to enjoy their spoils.

"May'er, remember, the day after tomorrow will be a holiday!" Shaq pushed aside a banana that was not much thicker than his thumb and showed off happily.

The Zen Master shook his head with a helpless smile. He would not tell O'Neill that he planned to take a whole day off.

"Here are your donuts." Kobe took out a pack of donuts from his backpack, threw it on the table, then picked up his backpack and left without looking back.

He's going to call RIP (Hamilton) later, the bastard hasn't hit that old bastard Miller today, he must have been out of exercise lately.It made him lose face in front of that stinky shark, and he would have to mock this friend back anyway.

After the players left, Mayfair watched the game end before turning off the TV and leaving.

This season, the Lakers' opponent in the West is either the Timberwolves or the Spurs, or both will meet, and the opponent in the finals is probably the Pacers.

However, the scene after the game made Jackson feel a little weird. Larry Brown, who was very irritable in the game before, changed into a gentle gentleman's smile and shook Carlisle's friendly hand after sweeping.

In his impression, Larry Brown was not such a generous person.

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After the game, Larry Brown had another big fuss in the locker room, and after he had let go of the hostility in his chest, he found a quiet corner and called Dumars.

"Help me persuade Davis, be patient, we are about to usher in a turning point."

　There is one more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)