basketball never sleeps

Chapter 73 The Marsh Leap Fish Has Seen Through Everything!
On November 11, before the game, the Pistons held a small ring awarding ceremony for Mo Wen.

"Let's thank this guy again for what he's done for Detroit, cheers guys!"

On the court, Mo Wen raised his hand wearing the championship ring and waved it. Scattered applause and sporadic applause came from around the Palace of Auburn Hills. When his name was mentioned again, the atmosphere of the scene was the same as That night five months ago was like nothing.

The passion of the Detroit people has long been diluted by time. Although they will still talk about this championship in front of others, more people's eyes are on the next trophy.

Now the players in the Pistons are their favorites

What's more, the conflict between Mo Wen and the old man has been unearthed by various big media and small newspapers, and it is unseemly placed in front of the stage.

After hugging the staff of the Pistons one by one, Mo Wen came to Larry Brown.

Before the palms of the two touched each other, they drew back in unison.

Mo Wen smiled lightly and didn't say anything, but turned around and hugged his brothers from last season.

When he walked in front of Billups, Mo Wen strangled his neck severely.

"I won't hold back tonight."

"That's just right, everyone is looking forward to your performance."

After speaking, the two slapped each other's back hard.

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Looking at Mo Wen's ring that was passed around by everyone, O'Neill really wanted to maintain a free and easy posture, but after holding it in for a long time, he still found that he couldn't let go.

"Would you mind showing me?"

O'Neill put his big hand on Mo Wen's shoulder.

"Whatever you want."

Mo Wen shrugged, indicating that the ring was with Wade.

Sensing O'Neill's gaze, Wade reluctantly handed the ring to O'Neill,

The Pistons' championship ring is quite... simple, with a gold-polished ring and a ring surface embellished with broken diamonds and yellow diamonds to piece together the Pistons team name and the O'Brien Cup.

Those with high EQ said: This ring incorporates a simple style and blue-collar temperament; low EQ: the student Bi She is better than this.

"One thing to say, Mo, this ring is much uglier than the three made by the Lakers."

Holding the ring, O'Neill said a little sourly.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, this is not the only ring in this life."

Mo Wen said indifferently, the tone made the eyelids of the Heat players jump when they heard this.

"Do you know which one is the most beautiful among the previous championship rings?"

Mo Wen asked his teammates.

"The ruby ​​ring from the Bulls in '93?"

"No, the ring that the Bulls won six consecutive championships is also pretty."

"The ring that the Pistons won in 90 is also good."

The Heat's players have different opinions. Although this group of guys don't have a single ring, it doesn't prevent them from becoming understanding brothers in this regard.

But Shaq was thoughtful, looking at Mo Wen's faint smile, he was sure of the answer in his heart.

"Which ring is the most beautiful, of course it's the next one." O'Neill who wanted to understand stretched out his hand in front of Mo Wen

Snapped--

Seeing the two people clapping tacitly, Wade suddenly felt a little redundant.

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At the beginning of the game, the Pistons still started with the five tigers: Billups, Hamilton, Prince, Rasheed and Big Ben.

On the Heat's side, the center forward who changed 7 games finally had a confirmed candidate after O'Neal returned.

Heat starting: Wade, Mo Wen, Rasul, Haslem, O'Neal.

ESPN arranged a national live broadcast of this game, but unfortunately Yang Ma did not broadcast this game, but there is a high probability that it will be broadcast on Saturday.

After losing weight, O'Neal showed his restored athletic ability with this jump ball.

Rashid actually lost to O'Neal in the jump ball.

After Haslem caught the ball, he quickly passed it to Mo Wen. He didn't rush forward as usual, waiting for O'Neal to settle down.

Although Ao Pang has successfully lost weight, he is still a super-heavy insider. Last season, the Lakers played four defenses and five defenses on the defensive end, because this guy really couldn't run, kept lagging behind, and settled extremely slowly.

Mo Wen doesn't need to be reminded by the coaching staff. He will slow down the pace when O'Neal is around, because only in positional battles can this big diesel engine really play its role in singles and involvement.

The two Wallaces inside the Pistons did not despise this guy because of their winning percentage in the finals. They will not forget the memory of being in the rain just because they stand in the sun.What's more, O'Neill has become so thin now, and he can tell at a glance that he is even more difficult to mess with.

Mo Wen played a fake hand-off with Wade to cover, and after hearing Prince's swaying footsteps behind him, he turned around instantly and started cross-stepping, rushing towards the inside of the Pistons.

Prince was caught off guard, retreated a step slower, stretched out his long arms because the rules couldn't stop people like before, so he could only chase after Mo Wen, waiting for the opportunity to enter later.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Daben coming over from the side, and he stepped sideways to join the ball, and made a motion of raising his hand and shooting sideways.

Both Big Ben and Prince were deceived by this smooth movement. After they both took off, they realized that Mo Wen's feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. Rushed Haslem.

Haslem received the ball comfortably, bypassed Ben who hadn't landed yet, held the ball with both hands, and completed a dunk.

Rashid, who was facing O'Neal, hesitated for a moment, feeling that the possibility of being dunked was greater, so he didn't defend against it.

2:0
Da Ben gritted his teeth and glanced at Mo Wen. It's been a long time since he saw him. This "liar" has become more and more sophisticated in his modus operandi.

Back to the Pistons' offensive round, Billups advanced steadily as usual. Seeing that Mo Wen, who was chasing behind Hamilton, found that there was no chance, he made a pick-and-roll with Rashid, and after a little distance, He went straight to the Heat's basket, and after attracting O'Neal's attention, he gave the ball to Rasheed and missed the jumper.

Among the four power forwards in the original version, Rashid still had the name (Duncan, Garnett, Webber, Rashid), but because he did not have a stable offensive ability and his desire to attack was not strong, he was gradually and often exploded. Nowitzki replaced with a scoring performance.

The Heat continued the tactical positioning just now.

Mo Wen made another one-on-one gesture. After confronting Prince on the outside, he just found a breakthrough space when he was surrounded by Prince next to him.

However, he did not give up. After taking a step back to open up a little space, he made a false pass, and Prince was taken away again, but Billups was not deceived, but stared at him. over him.

Mo Wen made another quick shot, but there was no jumping movement on his feet, and his wrist suddenly slowed down before he pressed his wrist.

The corner of Billups' mouth raised slightly, he just stopped his hand in front of the basketball to interfere briefly, and made no next move.

Do you really think anyone can be fooled by you?
Mo Wen can shoot with both hands. Billups, who used to train with Mo Wen often, knows that he has this unique skill, but he doesn't usually use it often.

Trying to trick him and shoot back?The marsh jump fish has seen through everything!
But Mo Wen in front of him smiled slightly, and with a light flick of his forearm and wrist, he threw the ball.

The basketball flew towards the basket through a low and flat arc. It hit the inner edge of the basket and did not bounce outward. It trembled twice at a very fast frequency in the middle of the basket before falling into the net bag. .

"Thanks, Chauncey."

Mo Wen waved his hand, turned around and ran to the front court.

4:0
Billups' eyes widened in disbelief. He could see Mo Wen's arm slowing down. How could he throw it so smoothly in the end?
You guy, have you improved again, or did you hide something before?

Billups touched his chin, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

In the offensive round of the Pistons, Hamilton pulled out a little space on the baseline after being screened by double Wallace, caught the ball and completed the shot before Mo Wen blocked the block, but got interference, the top of the shooting arc was a little bigger, and flew directly to the rebound above.

Rasheed wanted to scramble for the ball and dunk, but was suppressed by O'Neal's ruthless slap, and the basketball was slapped directly to the side.

When Rasul saw the ball, he threw it to Wade, who was already galloping forward.

Billups couldn't catch up, and could only watch Wade complete the dunk and hang the frame.

6:0
Larry Brown on the sidelines has already frowned. Why does this game feel a little bit wrong. .

In the next offensive round, Billups decided to play one first and be steady.

He continued in front of Wade, with his center of gravity kept low, and he changed hands between his crotches. After a couple of attempts, he suddenly broke through with his right foot, turned half-turned, and paused for a while in a hitting posture. At the same time, he shook his shoulders. After seeing Wade's hesitation, he dropped his shoulders, threw his elbows, threw off Wade's defense in an instant, and rushed into the inside lane.

Seeing O'Neal return to the defense, Billups changed hands for another layup, dodged the block, barely hit the board and threw the ball in.

6:2
With no time to catch his breath, O'Neill picked up the basketball and made a quick serve.

The Pistons returned to defense quickly and did not give the Heat a chance to exploit loopholes.

Mo Wen didn't play singles by himself this time. Seeing that Ao Pang was not far from the basket, he made a tentative step, and after attracting everyone's attention from the Pistons, he passed the ball to Ao Pang with a ground hit pass.

Except for the last two years of his career, O'Pang's shooting percentage at the basket for the rest of his basketball career is the only one in history. In the year before he was in the F4 team of the Lakers, O'Pang averaged 9.7 shots per game at the basket, hitting The rate can be a terrifying 74.5%.

It is said that the scoring efficiency of three-pointers is high, and the shooting rate of three-pointers needs to be 50% to achieve this efficiency.

Rasheed knew something was wrong when he saw O'Neill get the ball. He couldn't push O'Pang out by himself and was about to give up and hide to the side, but Da Ben made up for it.

Looking at this scene, Mo Wen seemed to have seen the summer when he fought with his good brothers in the canyon.

Big Ben: Brother, hold on, I'm coming!
Rasheed: Don't mind, brother, he's bloody angry!

O'Neill: Unrivaled power!
In the cheers of the Heat fans in front of the TV, the two Wallaces fell to the ground.

And O'Neal, who completed the dunk, also took his iconic overlord step, patted his chest, and pointed to the camera.

NBA, your big dad is back!
The surrounding fans booed, which was appropriate.

8:2
"You bastard, steal the spotlight!" Mo Wen slapped O'Neill on the shoulder and scolded with a smile.

"The big shark is a superstar, how can he steal the spotlight? And you have a conflict with that old man, and I have a debt to settle with the entire Pistons!"

O'Neill took a breath and patted his belly, did you see that such a big belly has no fat, it's full of anger.

Turning around, Billups gave the ball to Rasheed who rolled down after the outside pick-and-roll.This Rasheed took two steps with the ball to attract O'Neill's defense and then threw the ball to Big Ben.

Big Ben turned around for a layup and was missed by Haslem, but luckily the referee gave the whistle.

But Daben felt really bad today, and missed two free throws, a tribute to O'Neill.

Wade gave it to Mo Wen after halftime.

Two steps away from the three-point line, seeing that Prince didn't defend, Mo Wen rolled his eyes slightly, and immediately stopped to take off and shoot.

Prince had never seen Mo Wen play like this before, and he was totally unprepared. He only had time to stretch out his hand after watching Mo Wen jump.

Swah——

11:2
Larry Brown finally couldn't help calling a timeout.

Not long after, Mo Wen heard a familiar roar.

Ah.

　Sorry guys, because I was a sheep a while ago, and I was a little lazy, I didn’t have many manuscripts, I thought I would write more today; but my family suddenly called in the morning, and the old man in the family was hospitalized because of the sheep, so I rushed to the car early I went back, but it’s okay now, it has stabilized, and I will update it as usual in the future. It’s too late tonight, that’s all, and I will try not to post it later.

　　The results of the first order are good, and I will definitely write full-time in my current state, but the coding speed is relatively slow, I hope everyone will forgive me.

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