basketball never sleeps

Chapter 74 If You Can't Love Anymore, Then Hurt Each Other!
Waving, clenching fists, raising arms.

Larry Brown's words were sonorous, and he came up with a meal of chicken blood and sticks.

He was beaten 11:2 in the opening game, trailing by 9 points, and allowed the little bastard to score 5 points and 2 assists. Although there was no actual damage, he still felt pain in his cheeks.

After the conflict between him and Mo Wen was made public, was it only Mo Wen who was questioned?

When Mo Wen played consecutive triple-doubles some time ago, he was the one who received the most doubts besides Dumars.

In front of Larry Brown's spittle rain, a group of Pistons players were also helpless.

Mo Wen, the former "salted fish", has developed muscles and sharp teeth; O'Neal is still at his peak, and it is a reality that one ball can dunk two people; Wade's explosive performance of 30+ consecutive games in the previous few games cannot be ignored.

When a team has three strong scoring points, no matter how well the defensive team's zone defense works, it cannot target all of them.

What should we do if we can't prevent it?
The answer given by Chuck Daly, the head coach of the Pistons 15 years ago, was "I want to see blood!"

This piston is not that violent, but its upper strength is also certain.

After a timeout, the Heat players on the field found that the Pistons' movements suddenly increased.

Whether it is offense or defense, the intensity of this game has risen to the intensity of the playoffs.

Swing your elbows, pinch your waist, and push people.

The referee also had a sudden eye attack, without any intention of whistleblowing.

Mo Wen faced Hamilton after the pick-and-roll with the ball, and broke through to the middle distance with a smooth dribble rhythm followed by a few shoulder shakes. When he made a sudden stop for a jump shot, his ribs on one side were suddenly attacked, and at the same time, a pair of big hands were placed on the ground. In front of him, there was interference.

"Oh." Mo Wen's pupils shrank, and despite the pain, he managed to shoot the ball properly and threw the ball out.

when—swish—

The basketball bounced on the rim, turned twice in the mouth, and fell into the net bag.

Who will fuck him again? —Chauncey?Rasheed?Or Big Ben?

When he turned around, Mo Wen found that the owner of that elbow turned out to be that harmless baby face.

"Ha, well done, you have grown into Tyshawn." Mo Wen patted Prince's arm as if he didn't care about this trick.

"You taught me, Mo, it's all about winning. We're not teammates anymore."

Prince pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"Yeah, we're not teammates anymore... It's just, I don't know if you guys are really ready?"

Mo Wen shook his head lightly, looking at Prince with a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Prepare? Prepare for what?"

Prince was a little puzzled, but he had already turned back to prevent Mo Wen and did not intend to explain.

The sudden increase in the intensity of the confrontation made the rest of the Heat uncomfortable. The point difference between the two teams was also gradually approaching under this situation. In just 5 minutes, the original 9-point difference was only 2 points.

After knowing that Van Gundy called a timeout, the Heat players gradually understood and adapted.

And for some reason, Mo Wen, who was taken care of by the five Pistons, retaliated in various ways, but the impulse in his heart became stronger and stronger.

In reality, for the sake of his health, he has always used health-preserving and low-confrontation style of play, but in the dungeon match that never stopped that day, his style of play was quite crazy.

——In the fight against Laman, only those who are standing are eligible to play.

His madness is to do his best to win the game and get rewards, and it is also to vent his inner irritability.

Compared with the real floor style of play, he is more used to and prefers the crazy style of play in the dungeon, so it can be said that he has been suppressing and sealing himself.

Originally, according to the plan, after he developed the confrontation attribute, he could change his style of play in reality, but today, facing the "provocation" of his old teammates and the gaze of Larry Brown next to him, he really couldn't help it.

With 80 seconds left in the first quarter, Billups was aware of Billups' intention to swing his elbow during a defense after a defense change. Mo Wen did not dodge as usual, but turned sideways to meet him.

thump—

After a muffled sound of muscular impact, Mo Wen's big hand cut along Hamilton's arm, breaking the basketball that was about to bounce into Billups' hands.

Immediately afterwards, Billups felt the soft flesh around his waist being pushed, and before he could feel the familiar pain, the cold wind whizzed by his ears.

"How do you feel, Chauncey?"

"Fuck, kid... Take it easy." Billups gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

Coming to the offensive round again, Mo Wen, who played a pick-and-roll with Wade and then switched to Billups, gestured to his teammates to pull away.

But after the lineup opened, Mo Wen didn't rush to attack. Instead, he said to Billups while firmly controlling the ball on the right back of his body, as if he was walking with an old friend on the court.

"Do you know the difference between the current Pistons and the 'Bad Boys' in history?"

"You kid, don't try to divert my attention. This trick won't work for me." Billups said with a sneer, his eyes never relaxing, staring at Mo Wen's body.

Regardless of what Billups said, Mo Wen continued on his own, "Compared to the real bad boys, you are too rational and not crazy enough. The real 'bad boys' can do everything for the sake of victory, they are crazy." Yes, but you are far behind."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Billups frowned, suddenly unable to understand what Mo Wen wanted to express.

"I mean, I want to try to kill Detroit with all my might, so do it with all your might, Chauncey!"

The moment he finished this sentence, Billups felt the momentum of the person in front of him change immediately, and looked up into Mo Wen's eyes - he is a serious person, and he can't read anything that is three-point cold and three-point bloodthirsty, But all he could see were those eyes that seemed to be glowing!
It's like a hungry wolf and tiger ready to hunt.

At the moment when Billups was stunned, Mo Wen turned around and started it.

After two quick dribbles, he left Billups behind. Seeing that Da Ben, who was helping to defend him, had no intention of dodging, he used a change of direction and sideways movement without slowing down to dodge for half a step before approaching. Step, and then dunk the ball into the basket with seemingly no physical contact, but in fact there was basically no confrontation.

bang——

Looking at Mo Wen who was swinging on the basket and Da Ben who was standing aside, the whole stadium fell into a brief silence.

Big Van Gundy took off his glasses and rubbed them vigorously.

"I think it's time for me to change my glasses. I saw Wade as Mo just now, haha...ha..."

Big Van Gundy, who put on his glasses again, stopped laughing.

The back number may be misread, but the skin color is not.

"I really want to understand why (George) Karl had a falling out with Ray Allen before. This group of shameful salary thieves, who can obviously break in and play, still pretend to be able to only shoot from the outside!"

Stan Van Gundy said sadly.

Da Ben, who had a ball stolen by Mo Wen, was also a little confused.

He had the impression that Mo Wen always played on the outside. It wasn't that he didn't have a breakthrough before, but he never had the idea of ​​challenging him like before.

Until Mo Wen dunked, he was still paying attention to whether Mo Wen was going to pass the ball.

"Brace yourselves and come to Daben, that kid is about to get serious."

Billups stuffed the ball on the ground into Big Ben's arms, and continued with a sullen face.

"You know what Mo just said?—he said he was going to kill Detroit."

Da Ben was startled again, but immediately seemed to understand something.

"Oh, then let him come!" Da Ben's "kind" black face became even more "kind" at this moment

If you can't love anymore, then hurt each other!
Turning around, Billups made a mid-to-short-range throw after breaking through, recovering the point difference to 2 points.

In the last 10 seconds, the Heat gave Mo Wen the right to make the final attack.

O'Neal also had no objection, just as he was willing to pass the ball to Kobe 7 years ago, feeling the passion of the ball just now, O'Neal also chose to hand over the stage to Mo Wen.

Standing in front of Prince again, Mo Wen took a step back to open up space, and started to accelerate without waiting for Prince to catch up.

When the two were about to collide, Mo Wen made an emergency stop with his front foot, dribbled the ball in a small circle, followed by a step back to aim at the frame and bowed to the Buddha. Seeing that Prince was not shaken, he leaned over and changed direction again.

After two shifts in the center of gravity, the continuous feint made Prince seem to be frozen by "Xiaomei", and he was awkward in place and didn't know which way to defend.

At the same time, Mo Wen also crossed his hands smoothly and broke into the inside line.

Mo Wen first made a three-step pass to O'Neal, so that Rashid did not dare to come to defend, and then faced Daben again, and he turned sideways again, facing Daben with his shoulders, reducing the contact area and increasing the pressure , Before the body lost balance, a "grandfather hook" threw the ball into the basket.

At the same time that Mo Wen hit Da Ben with his shoulder, he also received a blow from Da Ben on his buttocks.

Maybe he has good teammates, maybe he has a smarter way of playing, but today, no need!
"I won't let you score easily again!"

Big Ben frowned, picked up the basketball, and made a movement that wanted to hit someone.

But Mo Wen didn't even blink, and shook his head and pointed to Larry Brown who had stood up from his seat next to him, "You can think about how to deal with that old man."

At the end of the first quarter, Mo Wen made 10 of 7 shots, 3 of 2 three-pointers, and 1 of 1 free throws. He scored 17 points in the first quarter.O'Neal made 3 of 2 shots, 3 of 1 free throws, and scored 5 points. Wade made 3 of 2 and scored 4 points.

Heat 30: 26 Pistons
Many fans who wanted to watch O'Neal's debut were a little dazed looking at the player statistics interface in the first quarter.

"O'Neal's state seems to be recovering well, but I think what surprised the Heat fans more is Mo's explosion, 17 points in a single quarter, which is really a crazy performance, especially his uncharacteristically tough attacking frame in the last few rounds, It's something he hasn't shown in previous games."

"I think the Pistons should have a headache for a while how to defend the old players they released this summer. Maybe most people like to watch the traded players beat their old clubs, but the Pistons are not among them."

ESPN commentator Bob commented in front of the TV.

During the break, Van Gundy on the bench gritted his teeth and said "very good" to Mo Wen three times in a row, and the other assistant coaches looked at Mo Wen with ambiguous eyes.

This brat is very bad. He can solve the problem with his own strength, but he still wants to come up with a bunch of tactics for them to study. God knows how many nights they have spent trying to prove whether Mo Wen's proposed tactics are feasible or not, and how much money they have lost. s hair!

Damn it, you are so damned!
In the second quarter, Larry Brown ignored Caron Butler, who had been asking for a fight just now, and played with the starting lineup.

He didn't believe it, last year's championship starter couldn't clean up a small substitute last year?

"Another [-]-pointer, [-]-pointers in a row, oh god, the Pistons seem to have forgotten the precise [-]-pointer that Mo helped them win last season, and the amazing long-range [-]-pointer Mo made after the opening game .”

"Either get a breakthrough or get hit with a three-pointer. Prince is a bit out of shape now. I think he needs to take a break and change someone to defend Mo."

"Less than 27 points in the half, let Mo score a three-pointer, then he will complete the feat of 30 points in the half, Detroit, do you regret it now?"

　There is another update in the evening. Notebooks are not allowed in the ward, and I am not used to coding on mobile phones. Please forgive me.

　　
　
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