basketball never sleeps

Chapter 241 The enemy not only refused to surrender, but also dared to fight back at me!
In the home team's locker room, a crowd of people were either surrounding Coach Sanders or Prince.

Coach Sanders, great!
Prince, hard!
We Pistons are tall and tough!
The Pistons' defense against the Supersonics in the first half was a visible success.

Look at how many points Mo Wen scored even though he played almost the entire game without any rest. How many points were the Supersonics behind?

Although it is very hard for everyone to defend everywhere, this amount of exercise is not a big problem for the Pistons players. (Rashid: You are not the ones who are responsible for the backup!)

Why are there still many media outlets that are optimistic about the Pistons even though Ben is gone? It's because of the durability of the Pistons players.

Since the Carlisle era, the attendance rate of several regular starters of the Pistons has always ranked first in the league.

Let me tell you a ghost story. Last year, the five starting players of the Pistons only missed four games in the entire season. In the playoffs, all five players played to their full potential and never missed a game. This fully demonstrates the city spirit of Detroit - we workers have power.

The reason why the Pistons players have such strong resistance to injuries is due to their deep physical reserves.

I have to thank Larry Brown for this - after all, if you don't practice offense and don't have a sparring partner for defense, the only thing you can practice is your physical fitness.

But in the midst of peace, Billups frowned and silently pulled Hamilton aside with a list that exuded an ominous aura.

Hamilton's face changed after taking a look at the statistics sheet. He quickly pushed through the crowd and whispered to Coach Sanders:

"Coach, Chauncey asked me to tell you something. Mo got 18 assists!"

"Hey, it's only 18 points, it's no big deal... wait, what did you just say?" Sanders was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and the smile on his face froze in an instant.

"18 assists."

"He took 18 of what?"

“Assist.”

“How many assists?”

"18!"

The two of them did not lower their voices during their conversation, and the number reached everyone's ears.

At some point, the cheers coming from the player tunnel on the field suddenly became harsh and noisy.

Billups is in the most complicated mood right now.

In the first half, he scored a total of 8 points and 4 assists. The statistics look quite ordinary, but he has tried his best.

I thought I could finally show off to Mo Wen as an “old generation basketball player”, but in the end—

Didn’t you say the questions were difficult and you failed the test? Please explain to me how you got the full score!

Billups' bumpy career has made him not have much ambition for honor and status. Although his interviews are not short of bold words, his tone is much calmer than that of most black players. However, the desire to win is something that no man can let go of, not to mention that Mo Wen was once the little emperor of the Pistons.

Even though he was frequently humiliated in front of Mo Wen, he never had the slightest intention of giving in.

But faced with such inhuman data, he couldn't help but shiver a few times as he unknowingly became a background board.

The NBA record for the most assists in a single game is 30, set by current Bulls head coach Skiles when he was a player for the Magic.

It was a nearly defenseless match between two rotten teams. The Magic took 109 shots without overtime, and Skiles' teammates had a good touch in that game. In addition, the team was leading by 30 points in the final quarter and still shamelessly pulled to the limit, which led to such a crazy record.

Today, Mo Wen had 18 assists in the first half. It goes without saying that he has broken a new record. If they continue to follow the script planned by the Pistons, it is not known whether the Pistons can beat them, but Mo Wen will definitely achieve another achievement from them!

When the few of them closed their eyes, they seemed to be able to hear the group of reporters after the game asking him tirelessly how to defend Mo Wen and how to view Mo Wen's record-breaking assist performance.

The way to prevent Mo Wen from breaking the record is also very simple. Just return to normal defensive mode and stop double-teaming Mo Wen.

There are ways to prevent a passing master from leading the entire team. Every time the Spurs meet the Suns, they are used to strictly preventing other players from letting Nash play one-on-one. Even though Nash's one-on-one efficiency is also good, his personal scoring limit is only 40 points. Taking into account his defense, the combined score is not enough to kill the game.

But Mo Wen's scoring ability... 60 points in the previous finals, averaging 30+ points per game this season, the inflation of the US dollar is not that fast.

If you can average 20 points per game, that's the limit of your ability, but if you can average 30 points per game, that's the limit of the opponent's tolerance.

Coach Sanders scratched his head, the two options mixing wildly in his brain, turning his thoughts into a mess.

It’s not impossible to use conventional tactics, but the probability of winning is very high.

……

In the visiting team's locker room, old Hill, who was very sensitive to data, also approached Mo Wen.

And announced this exciting news publicly.

The old man had no intention of asking Mo Wen to sacrifice his personal data for victory. The team's winning streak made his position as coach very stable. When there was no threat to the team's record, his relationship with the team's top player was the biggest threat to his position.

Helping Mo Wen break the record naturally became the team's main task in the second half.

As for winning the game?

Believe in Mo Wen’s wisdom!

"Are you okay with your physical strength?" Old Hill asked with some concern.

You should know that Mo Wen's assists today were not simply throwing the ball after directing traffic, they were all similar to sudden passes, passing the ball after attracting the defense.

In Hill's opinion, if the Pistons had played with a slightly weaker intensity, the difference between those assists and points in the first half would have been just the direction of the ball.

"No problem." Mo Wen gave Old Hill a reassuring look.

In order to prepare for these competitions, he has been taking good care of his health for some time. He is monogamous and in good health.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Ray Allen teased Mo Wen in a tone that showed he had seen through everything. "It was the same before. Every time I saw you play against the Pistons, you had to make news. I am increasingly looking forward to your performance when you return to Miami."

"Just go with the flow." Mo Wen shook his head. If these opponents didn't do anything fancy and played normally, he would have to rely on his feel if he wanted to cause any trouble.

Somehow a famous quote from a soldier in the Southwest in 1962 popped into his mind:

Instead of surrendering, the enemy dared to fight back at me!
"They will probably continue to double-team me in the second half. You have to help me score. The four power forwards promoted by the media some time ago have all been replaced. In my opinion, the four shooting guards can also be replaced."

Mo Wen put his arm around Ray Allen's shoulders and said seductively.

"Tsk, what top four positions? It's just something made up by the media and fans. Only kids care about it. I'm 31." Ray Allen waved his hand pretending to be nonchalant. He raised his head to 45 degrees and looked at the ceiling, with a trace of vicissitudes between his eyebrows.

1...2...3...

"Mo, seriously, do you think I still have a chance?"

After forcing himself to hold it in for 3 seconds, Ray Allen finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He lowered his head, covered his face with half his hand, and asked Mo Wen in a low voice.

"I remember you haven't scored 50 points before. You have already scored 22 points in the first half today. How about trying hard to surpass yourself first?" Mo Wen encouraged Ray Allen very generously.

Speaking of which, Ray Allen also suffered a reasonable loss. Who would have thought that a top outside scorer who can hold the ball and shoot three-pointers has a career-high score of only 47 points so far, and he only took 23 shots and only 7 free throws in that game.

Putting this kind of player among the top four shooting guards is just discrediting the others!

……

The halftime break was over and the atmosphere was still lively.

While serious fans were savoring the cheerleaders' performance, a group of reporters and data experts who didn't know how to appreciate the game were eagerly looking forward to the second half of the game.

After returning to the court, the Pistons players turned into black and gold arhat statues one by one.

Just like the young general who allowed Mo Wen to score, Sanders and Billups insisted on using defensive tactics with the strategic goal of killing Mo Wen in the second half after a brief exchange.

Becoming a background board for super data will certainly cause great damage to the coach's status and the player's reputation, but fans spend money to watch them win, not to see how they maintain their KDA.

Playing ball can be work, but a game is a game.

It should be said that until you have crossed the Yellow River and seen a coffin, you can speak with confidence!
Feeling the oncoming gazes, Mo Wen raised the corners of his mouth happily.

That’s what we want. This is the momentum we want.

Come, guard me to death.

When the ball came to Mo Wen again, the Pistons' formation was the same as in the first half, with Prince at the front, Hamilton and Billups ready to give him a hug, and even Rasheed and McDyess ready to switch defense in front of him after Mo Wen's second pick-and-roll.

There were also some different adjustments. Reading their small steps, Mo Wen could also feel that they were more focused on blocking his passes.

Mo Wen did not change his playing style. He just raised his eyelids and became fully alert.

"It's crazy. A team known for its defense is not caring about maintaining such a high defensive intensity against a superstar known for his organization and assists. Even if Mo Fang's assists broke the record, it didn't change! This world is really crazy!"

In the commentary room, O'Neal sighed when he saw that the Pistons did not change their strategy.

"Mo could have just given the ball to Ray to organize the game, just like he did in Miami. The Pistons can't put so many defensive resources on him without the ball." Kenny Smith commented as a honest man. "No, no, no, Mo won't change, and the Pistons probably won't change their tactics. In my opinion, Mo plays like this because he is confident that he can control the game in the end, and the Pistons don't stop him from breaking the record because they are confident that they can stop Mo from controlling the game in the end."

After saying this, Lord Ba rubbed his eyes again. It is true that as one gets older, the parts of the body begin to age. That is to say, how come when watching a game of yellow people, one can still see double images of black people and white goats?
On the court, although Ray Allen, who was given a big chance, continued to play without the ball, he became much more aggressive, which his "running buddy" Hamilton immediately felt.

The two "running men" left a space. Mo Wen looked at Prince, predicted his prediction, and rushed towards the gap with a tentative step.

Ray Allen ran to the side and made an off-ball pick-and-roll with Milicic, pretending to cut into the inside, but he suddenly ran back behind Milicic and ran behind Mo Wen again, while Mo Wen also made a back-to-back move to prepare for a shot before McDyess could move up.

Considering that Ray Allen was in a blind spot behind Mo Wen at the moment, Hamilton did not concentrate on defending Ray Allen, but instead paid attention to Mo Wen. For a moment, he even wanted to take a shortcut through the inner circle and hit Mo Wen in the process.

But who knew that when Mo Wen was halfway through the action, the hand holding the ball was like fat oil slipping in a pan, and the ball dropped.

Hamilton, who thought Mo Wen had made a mistake, didn't have time to laugh before he saw a light-colored boiled egg coincidentally pick up the ball and fly up.

Ray Allen - empty three-pointer.

The commentator on the scene seemed to have not yet come to his senses, or was a little numb, and did not even add an exclamation mark to the three-pointer.

Billups and Hamilton didn't look at the scoreboard much, but instead looked at the statistician at the technical desk.

At this moment, the pen in the statistician's hand is like Umbridge's quill pen in Harry Potter. The strokes he draws are not made with ink, but with his blood!

Sanders, who was crossing his arms on the sidelines, pretended not to care at all and just yelled at the players to be tougher.

On the defensive end, Chandler became the breakthrough point for the Pistons' mid-range and long-range shooting team, and the other two inside players of the Pistons made withdrawals one after another.

Milicic has a bad habit of assisting in interior defense, and Tyson's value at this time is more in rebounding. When facing a space-type interior player, he always loses sight of whether to retreat or come out.

As long as the Pistons players break into the paint, Tyson will think about coming back to protect the rim, and Rasheed and McDyess who are facing him will easily get opportunities.

Even replacing Millsap cannot solve this problem. Millsap is still a little short. It is no problem to let him defend, but facing the two Pistons inside players who are over 2 meters tall and can shoot, the interference he can provide is very limited.

After feeding two balls to Ray Allen and Milicic respectively, Mo Wen felt that Prince's level of confrontation had decreased, but he did not rush to force a shot.

He grabbed the ball with one hand and passed it across to Ray Allen on the side through the gap in the Pistons' defense.

Prince leaned sideways and reached out to block the interference according to his memory, but Mo Wen stopped halfway and turned around, then took a half step back and jumped -

Players with small hands need to hold the ball together first and then lift it to make a standard shooting motion.

But if your hand size is large enough, you can lift the ball first and then adjust the ball in the air.

Even though Prince has a big frame and quick reactions, in the face of absolute speed, being half a beat slower can be fatal.

An arrow pierces the heart!

"Don't be distracted, boy. Defending my passes is their job. Your job is to perform here with me." Mo Wen comforted his old teammate very considerately.

"Sorry, after seeing your performance earlier, I forgot you could score." Prince retorted without changing his expression.

Mo Wen shook his head. The world is becoming more corrupt and people’s hearts are no longer the same as before. Even honest people have learned to talk trash!
In the following period of time, the score between the two teams began to become tense again.

After Mo Wen got involved in the defense, the Sonics players got a lot of chances, but they did make the common mistake of young teams and failed to seize the opportunities in the unfavorable situation.

Fortunately, Ray Allen held up the scoring, scoring 17 points in a single quarter and also gave Mo Wen 5 assists.

The Pistons had no choice. They wanted to limit Mo Wen, limit Mo Wen's passing, and rotate to defend other Supersonics players' simple shots.

But every choice has a price, and the price is that Ray Allen may score 50+ tonight.

The Pistons were also quite efficient, and Coach Saunders lived up to his reputation as a famous regular season coach, pointing out many of the Sonics' defensive loopholes.

At the end of the third quarter, the Pistons still maintained a 1-point lead, but the back of the suit that Sanders wore over his shirt had faint sweat stains.

3 assists in 29 quarters.

Even though the director, who was born in Detroit, had always wanted to ignore the suppression, he had to put this data on the big screen at this moment.

The fans who were still rejoicing over their team's lead and defensive success began to come to their senses, and then - they were stunned.

"No man, is this data wrong? 13 points and 29 assists, are you sure it's not 29 points and 13 assists?"

"Fuck, who turned up the air conditioner? It's so cold in November and I'm sweating profusely just looking at the data!"

"What are you still going through? Let's get down to business. Fuck Dumas! Fuck Clary Brown!"

No one would doubt whether Mo Wen could break the historical record of assists in a single game in the fourth quarter.

99:100, the Supersonics were still lagging behind, so Mo Wen had no reason to rest.

After swallowing too much saliva, Billups felt his mouth was dry, bitter, and even had a hint of blood.

During the brief break before the fourth quarter, Coach Sanders, who kept wiping his sweat, showed no intention of turning back.

Sanders is still sticking to his strategy, but now that things have come to this, there is no room for recovery.

Keep going, if you win the game everyone will be happy, but if you lose they will also be on the front page of tomorrow's news.

"BANG! Witness history! A great three-pointer from Ray Allen makes Mo the second player to get 30 assists!"

"Unfortunately, Hamilton pulled the ball in time and prevented Milicic from completing the layup. Mo still needs to work harder if he wants to monopolize the single-game assist record!"

"It's urgent, how come Mo started to score? Whoever the Sonics player is, hurry up and steal the ball from Mo. This record can't be broken. I feel like there are ants crawling on my body!"

"Shooting? No, it was a pass... Ray ran to the basket, Rasheed couldn't catch him, the ball went in, what did the statistician say... it was an assist, thank God, 31 assists, making history, Mo made history again!"

Barkley's loud mouth made the fans in front of the TV cheer excitedly, but the Palace of Auburn Hills was in chaos.

There was silence, applause, and abuse. Some people raised their cameras and murdered the film, while others left the table angrily without any regrets.

Payton on the sidelines did not stand up and cheer with his teammates around him.

From the time when he and Rain Man were both high-spirited and played together in the same city when they were young, to the time when he looked for relatives and friends after being disappointed with the team, he had experienced and witnessed a lot. He thought that he would no longer be moved by any "greatness" or "miracle" - it could be said that he was impotent to greatness.

But now, watching Mo Wen easily break the seemingly unbreakable single-game assist record, even though there was no trophy, no flowers, and not even a timeout, I still felt like crying for some reason.

It is a kind of emotion that comes from a transcendent spirit.

Stockton surpassed Magic Johnson's assist total early on, and starting in the post-Jordan three-game winning streak, Stockton set new assist totals in almost every game.

But no one felt anything, because it was just a pile of data. It couldn’t be said to be meaningless, but it was always hard to admire.

In a strong matchup in the regular season, he delivered a record-breaking number of assists under the tight defense of several defensive formations - perhaps this is God.

After the number of assists reached 32, Mo Wen stopped holding the ball.

First, it was unnecessary, and second, the Pistons players finally couldn't resist and hacked at people.

It's not the chopping with a knife, but the chopping with the shark.

Whenever Mo Wen passes the ball and someone can reach it, they will go up and commit a foul.

After all, free throws don’t count as assists.

Sanders still wants to awaken the players' desire to win, but chicken soup no longer works.

When they were leading at the beginning, they were still able to hold on because of the hope of winning, but as Ray Allen, who had already got his touch back, scored one after another, the score difference between the Pistons was overtaken by 4 points, and their previous persistence suddenly disappeared.

After all, it's just a 1/82 regular season game, winning or losing is not that important.

They didn't want Mo Wen to continue to break the single-game assist record. Thinking that he might be mentioned as a background board in the future, everyone was reluctant to hurry up.

Seeing that the Pistons had given up, Mo Wen did not go too far. He made a few attacks and widened the score difference to double digits. He scored 20 points and then left the court.

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His single-game assists broke the NBA record, and his turnovers also set a new career high.

Unfortunately, Ray Allen did not score 50 points, but left the game with 49 points. Although 49 points is already his career high, but...

"Don't you have obsessive-compulsive disorder? How can you sleep tonight if you don't brush up on your score when you're only one point away?" In the last two minutes, Mo Wen shook Ray Allen madly, wishing he could kick him off the court.

He had 30 assists and Ray Allen scored 50 points. What a wonderful "brother basketball" this is. It was just one point difference!

"You don't really think I care about the title of the top four shooting guards." Ray Allen smiled carefreely, "I just want to help you and take this city to see more distant scenery."

"You need the strength of young people, and I am just a 31-year-old watchman."

　Open the coffin
　　
　
(End of this chapter)