basketball never sleeps

Chapter 178 Piston out(7K)

Author: I feel restless while bathing

Chapter 178 Piston out(7K)

Larry Brown didn't need to explain anything else. After Mo Wen returned to the court, the Pistons players focused their attention on him again.

There are still 7 points left for Mo Wen to repeat the miracle of 30 points in the first half in the playoffs.

Not to mention the widening point difference now - this seems to be the funeral organized by Mo Wen for the Pistons.

And just when the Heat players were all focusing on Mo Wen, Ao Pang exchanged a vague look with Mo Wen.

Without too much communication, the two of them nodded slightly in tacit understanding at the same time.

There are 4 and a half minutes left in the game.

To come back after being so far ahead, Mo Wen's purpose is self-evident.

But O'Pang inside needs to be double-teamed, and Mo Wen from the outside has always been very efficient when facing single defense. If he wants to completely curb his scoring, he needs to be double-teamed. Not to mention Wade, Da Zhi and Damon Jones are both on the court.

There is a three-point range - unless all three referees are put on Pistons jerseys, the Pistons' defense cannot be deployed at all.

Larry Brown also noticed the dilemma on the court. He gritted his teeth and gave the Pistons players a wide-open gesture.

Anyway, in this situation, the Pistons won't be able to catch up for a while, so they have to guard against that bastard first.

Carter once scored 34 points at halftime against the 76ers he coached, and led the team to a 17-point lead.

This record has always been regarded as the biggest shame of his career.

But Carter had no grudge against him, and it was only the Eastern Conference semifinals.

Boom··Boom··Boom··

Seeing the Pistons players waiting in full formation, Mo Wen pretended to show an embarrassed expression.

He made a tactical gesture with his teammates that was not very commonly used, and the Heat players started running without doubting his presence.

Damon Jones took advantage of O'Fa's pick-and-roll from the left and ran outside the 45° three-point line. Wade, who was roaming on the right, used Dazhi's screen to cut to the left.

After Dazhi covered Wade, he did not stand still. Instead, he ran to the right elbow area and provided another screen for Mo Wen who broke through.

The Pistons players chased Mo Wen aggressively one by one, but they all still kept an eye on Mo Wen.

Mo Wen didn't do any complicated moves at this time, he just raised his elbow after passing the screen.

And Da Ben, who emerged from behind Da Zhi, also waved his arms in cooperation.

While the two were exchanging greetings among men, Billups, who was chasing Damon Jones, and Prince, who was about to spread his butt behind, both came over.

Seeing that he was about to fall into a desperate situation, Mo Wen calmly got close to Da Ben, and then made a hidden waist pass to send the ball to Ao Pang.

Don't ask why Rasheed didn't intercept the ball.

No one can spare any extra attention when confronting Ao Pang with all his strength.

One of the characteristics of O'Pang is that his strength and explosiveness are half the same when holding the ball.

So Rashid, who could barely fight against Ao Pang just now, Yan Yi Laman could not stop the shark from preying at this time.

Bang--

puff--

O'Pang hung on the basket, while Rashid sat on the floor in a very standard 2K falling position.

The point difference between the two teams widened to 17 points.

Rashid slapped the floor unwillingly, and then looked at Ben with a look of resentment.

I feel so lonely without you~

Although they are all black, Ao Pang's size is really not something he can handle alone.

Billups accidentally saw the faint smile on Mo Wen's lips, and suddenly felt that things were not that simple.

Apart from anything else, the tactic the Heat ran just now was not a singles tactic for outside players, but a very conventional inside singles tactic.

The purpose of that tactic is to try to take the inside players away through movement and create space and opportunities for the center.

In the next round, when the Pistons were on offense, Hamilton made a shot and the rebound was taken off by Ben. Rasheed hit it again with another long rebound. Just as Hamilton grabbed the ball, Mo Wen suddenly dodged over.

Shooting continuously, he unreasonably grabbed the basketball from Hamilton's hand.

The roles were reversed, and the Pistons players once again rushed back to defense helplessly.

Mo Wen's speed of 79 was only at the level of an ordinary main force. Coupled with Hamilton's constant interference, he successfully blocked Mo Wen's fast break.

The Pistons players put into the same defensive formation as before, still trying to block Mo Wen's attack.

Mo Wen repeated his old tactics and used the same tactics again after his teammates were in position. Rashid felt that the situation was not right and intended to turn around and steal the ball, but O'Pang didn't like men who were half-hearted, so Rashid was pushed aside again.

The shark came out of the water again and bit the piston's body hard again.

A margin of 19 points.

There are more than 3 minutes left before halftime.

"The Pistons have invested too much defensive resources in Mo, they can't forget that the Heat have a big shark inside!" Barkley shook his head in the commentary room.

"Whether it is Rasheed or Ben, neither one person can guard O'Neal. Although the game has a tendency to be defeated, if you play like this, the suspense will be lost in the half."

Larry Brown also noticed that the point difference was about to break 2, but after more than 3 minutes, Mo Wen's explosive scoring power was still very dangerous.

He decided to grit his teeth and persevere.

Billups was also very impressive, hitting a two-pointer in the next round to help the Pistons regain their blood.

But the Pistons' crisis was not over. In the next more than two minutes, Mo Wen played quite efficiently around O'Neal.

O'Pang made 3 of 4 shots and scored 6 points very efficiently.

The Pistons' offense was inherently constipated. In order to stall for time, the offensive efficiency declined greatly, and the scoring almost stagnated. Several offenses ended in blackouts, and they only scored 1 point by relying on Ben's free throws.

The point difference between the two teams also came to 22 points.

1 minute left.

The Pistons players couldn't hold on any longer.

The double attack on Mo Wen only limited Mo Wen's scoring, and the point difference between the two teams went up together with the players' blood pressure.

It's not that he was beaten by his opponent for 20 points, but he was suppressed by 20 points in the half, which was really hard to handle.

Even though they usually claim to be blue-collar workers, being "ordinary" does not hinder their self-confidence.

Even if they weren't at the Palace of Auburn Hills, they could still feel the wails of the Pistons fans in front of the TV.

They didn't want to see Mo Wen score high points above them, but in comparison, he was even less willing to lose easily in this way.

After Larry Brown called a timeout, there was silence in front of the Pistons coaching bench.

Mo Wen, who was passing by, gave Larry Brown a thoughtful look.

Do you want to divide the difference or record it?

"you···"

Larry Brown wanted to praise the players for doing well, but looking at the dazzling score difference, he couldn't speak.

This kind of point difference, this kind of performance, if the opponent were different, the Pistons players might have to face a "reservoir flood".

But the tactics and strategies were all given by him, and there were no mistakes in the execution of the players.

Even if there is a problem, it is also his problem.

It feels like there are only five "straight cards" left, and you play a single card in order to beat the landlord.

And this leaflet was crushed to death!

"Don't worry about him, just defend as usual from now on, stick to it, keep fighting, we still have hope."

Larry Brown still remained serious and said.

Billups turned his head to the side, and the expression on his face seemed to smell some reply.

Rashid, on the other hand, looked like a woman who accidentally passed by a mold base in South Korea, covering her buttocks and looking numb.

Do you know how he came here in the past few minutes?

Ao Pang scored 10 points before and after, but he fell down 4 times when he was responsible for single defense against Ao Pang!

What is the concept of 4 times?

Almost every time Ao Pang had to squeeze him down before he would take action!

Along with his butt, which was shattered into countless pieces, was his self-proclaimed tough heart.

After he fell to the back, Mo Wen couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to pull him.

In the commentary room, Barkley was still laughing and joking that the inside line was now as soft as toilet paper.

But Kenyon Martin in front of the TV did not laugh along with him, but silently touched his butt.

Can't cry, scars are a man's medal!

···

"Mo gave up his plan to score 30 points at halftime. I can only say that he made a very wise decision. 20+10 at halftime is also a quite amazing record. As long as they stabilize the point difference in the third quarter, there will be more

You can get off work early." Kenny Smith looked at the cheerful home field in the camera and felt a little bored.

With a big lead, the fans of the home team must be very happy, but for these neutral commentators, a game without competition is boring.

Just when everyone and the Pistons thought the first half was going to end like this.

Mo Wen on the other side poked Ao Pang with his elbow.

"What you did just now was too much. Aren't you afraid that Rasheed will come up and punch you twice?"

"If you weren't here, what would I be afraid of? Besides, you were the one who passed the ball to me, and you were the one who led the team to play inside tactics. In fact, you are the main murderer, and I am just an accomplice!"

Ao Panghun said nonchalantly, "There won't be much time later. If they want to transfer them back, are you going to give it a try?"

Mo Wen sprayed water into his mouth and nodded.

"Seven points are just two three-pointers. You can help me with pick-and-rolls or grab rebounds. If I'm lucky... you and Dwyane will have a chance to break out in the next game."

Ao Pang raised his eyebrows. He should say it or not, but Mo Wen said that talking is art.

The little guy in Los Angeles always takes the ball and smothers it when he feels it coming. When it comes to Mo Wen's mouth, it creates an opportunity for him and Wade to explode down the field.

After the timeout, the Pistons unexpectedly let go of their defense against Mo Wen.

After Mo Wen dribbled the ball for a walk across half court, he took the opportunity to keep a large distance between the surrounding Pistons players and him. Just after he passed the logo area, he lightly braked and threw the ball to the basket very casually.

basket.

Whoosh——

As soon as Prince braked and turned around, the basketball flew over his head.

Then it fell into the net bag under the puzzled eyes of all the Pistons players.

There was no wild celebration. Mo Wen just returned to the Heat's logo, stepped on the burning basketball, and stretched out his hands as if to warm himself up by the fire.

"The super long three-pointer... hit! 26 points! Oh, Kenny, it's too early to speak. It seems that Mo hasn't given up on the idea of hitting the record."

In the studio, Buckley sat up in his seat, slapped the table and stood up.

Larry Brown, who had just returned to the coach's seat, also jumped up from his seat as if he had a recurrence of hemorrhoids.

"Shit, he's a monster!"

"Stop him, forget about everyone else, stop him from scoring!"

The old man shouted from the sidelines regardless of his image.

In the Pistons' offensive round, Billups no longer pressed the tempo, but instead used a Reggie Miller-style elevator door tactic, going around in circles to catch and shoot from outside the three-point line.

There was a big open space, but unfortunately he didn't feel very good today and missed the mark again.

Wade pushed away Prince and grabbed the rebound, then yelled at Mo Wen.

The two men advanced simultaneously on the left and right sides.

Seeing that the Pistons players were about to catch up, Wade gritted his teeth and passed the ball in front of Mo Wen.

Snap——

After receiving this powerful pass, Mo Wen didn't rush to take action as he listened to the footsteps behind him. He had a bold idea.

He adjusted his pace and waited for the footsteps behind him to gradually get closer. When he felt that the distance was almost there, he suddenly jumped and stopped suddenly. He jumped high on the three-point straight line in the bottom corner... and there was a little drift due to inertia.

Push your elbows and press your wrists.

Before the external force of the body hits, throw the ball away.

Mo Wen, who lost his balance in the air, did not panic. The thrust was even smaller than he expected.

Like a cat, he simply adjusted the angle of his limbs in the air. The moment his palms touched the ground, Mo Wen rolled on the ground twice smoothly and skillfully, releasing all his strength. By the third circle,

Mo Wen used a little effort to complete another elegant flip and stood up.

Not in the mood to care who pushed him, Mo Wen and everyone else's eyes were fixed on the basketball that had already landed.

beep--

The referee gave the answer. He pointed at Billups, who was holding the French military salute, and firmly signaled for an extra penalty, AND ONE!

roar!!!!

In an instant, the entire American Airlines Arena was boiling.

"It's amazing. Mo Wen scored a three-pointer and got an extra penalty. Oh my God, this goal is so awesome. I'm at a loss for words. Let me look it up in the dictionary!" Yang Jian patted his head and suddenly felt that he usually carried the ball on his back.

The verses are not enough.

"Fuck..., don't check it, just applaud. This goal has sealed the top ten goals of the year. We don't need to tell you how awesome it is, the audience can just watch it!"

Director Zhang suddenly clapped his hands and did not seem to understand the explanation at all.

Mo Wen was overwhelmed by the surging teammates without thinking about what pose to take.

"If you want me to grab a rebound, why don't you give me a chance to grab a rebound!"

"Mo, you must have some high technology installed in your arm, it must be, you are really sure to mess with Fake!"

"I knew you could do it, and God can't stop you!"

"There are still free throws, there are still free throws. Don't be too happy too early!"

Billups looked at his palms in disbelief.

What a stupid thing he just did!

If Mo Wen wants to vote, let him vote.

There was still a little time left, and if Mo Wen was suppressed, there would be no chance of another attack.

This also gave him an additional penalty.

Thinking about Mo Wen's free throw shooting percentage of over 90%, Billups wanted to slap himself twice.

Surrounded by a group of Heat players, Mo Wen came to the free throw line.

Of course, before taking the free throw, Mo Wen did not forget to thank his "benefactor"

"I knew you would push me, and you did not disappoint me, you piece of shit."

Of course, the thank you was not over yet, Mo Wen gave Billups another "2" and "1" gesture.

"What do you mean?" Billups' eyelids twitched, a little strange, but Mo Wen had no intention of explaining now.

Amid the expectations of all the fans, the cheering of the domestic audience, and the despair of Larry Brown, Mo Wen used an unpretentious shooting motion to score the free throw.

In an instant, the stadium that had just been quiet exploded again.

Some people were so excited that they almost felt dizzy, while others were so suffocated that they almost fainted.

Historically, there are not many 30+ points in a half in the playoffs. Nash even played once some time ago, but it was only in the second half.

But after the conference finals, 30+ points at halftime were few and far between.

Not to mention this is still 30+10.

This score basically indicates that the Heat will have at least 50 points in the half (30 direct points + 10*2 assists) directly related to Mo Wen.

What is a big core holding the ball? (tactical leaning back)

Ajan off the court: Got it, got it!

Even Mo Wen felt that his touch was a bit exaggerated.

In fact, he didn't have much confidence in the last two three-pointers, but he scored!

Could it be said that all the character that was lost in the first two games was regained today?

After the overturning experience in the first two games, the Heat did not get carried away.

With one round left, the Heat and Pistons were playing tacit understanding.

Looking at the murderous eyes of the Pistons players, the Heat had no intention of increasing the point difference between the two teams to 30+ at halftime.

For the Pistons, this point difference is already quite magical and cruel.

It even hit the players' confidence a bit.

Waiting for time to run out smoothly, and even without any defense, Hamilton made a shot to recover the score.

With a score difference of 27 points, the two teams entered the break peacefully.

Before leaving the field, Mo Wen called out to Billups.

"Do you want to know the meaning of my gesture just now?"

"Um?"

"You don't think that you can just push it and let it go. Since you are an old friend, I will give you a half discount. Would you rather choose one rib or play two games with me?" Mo Wenlu

Passing his neck, he said pitifully.

"Don't go too far, kid. I obviously didn't use any force, and you also made a free throw."

Billups had already thought of an excuse to push Mo Wen away.

"Hey, you didn't use any force, right? Then I know your choice. In the second half... let's have a good exchange in the next game!" Mo Wen patted his shoulder heavily.

"Farke, you are so shameless, aren't you? You really thought I was afraid of you, you bastard, what the hell... When labor and management win this year's championship, I will at most have a fight with you!"

Billups cursed and pushed Mo Wen away, then quickly walked into the tunnel full of cameras without looking back.

"Hey, Xia Tian is waiting for me to find you!"

Mo Wen showed a villain's sneer.

If you can run away from a monk, can you run away from a temple?

···

The home team's locker room was already filled with compliments, and with a 27-point halftime lead, victory was only a matter of time.

Open it, open it hard, Mr. Mo will pay for the champagne tonight!

On the other side, a conflict broke out in the Pistons visiting team locker room.

Larry Brown passed the blame for his accusations against the players, and Billups, who had just suffered Mo Wen's anger, couldn't bear it anymore.

It was obviously you who was stupid, so you had to target Mo Wen.

Playing at a normal pace, even if Mo Wen scored 30 points, the Pistons would not lose so miserably, and they might even be able to recover a little bit of the difference during this period.

Judging from the first half of the second quarter, Mo Wen's 2-point efficiency was not very high. If the Pistons continued to play at their normal pace and let Mo Wen score 2 points with the previous efficiency, it would not be a dream to recover the point difference.

But Larry Brown still felt that there was nothing wrong with his choice, but the players relaxed in the end.

If this were put into a live broadcast room, I would probably receive two rockets from those who are still talking tough.

But in the locker room, only Billups was willing to stand up and yell at him passionately.

What chilled Larry Brown the most was that after they started scolding each other, all the Pistons players stood watching the show. Only a few assistant coaches came over to start a fight, and then... Billups sprayed him four times.

In the second half, an angry Larry Brown pushed Billups to the bench, clearly exposing the conflict in the locker room.

The Heat did not play the main force, leaving only Wade on the court who did not score much. However, the Pistons lost their morale. After 5 minutes of play, the point difference was further widened to 32 points.

Larry Brown got anxious and scolded the players on the field, and then had to hold his nose and lift Billups up.

Billups was not polite, threw the towel on the ground, and went on the court with a cold face - he originally wanted to throw it on Brown's head, but because he thought there would be a game later, he held back.

Wade didn't play much after that, because the Pistons players became more and more active, and even began to attack without the ball.

Now is not the era when gentleman basketball was rampant. If you want to make big news, you must first consider whether you are tough enough.

The Heat's Nao Pang and Wade were almost sick here, and they didn't dare to push too hard.

In the end, Haslem was left on the court to grab rebounds. After thinking about it, the others took off the court to rest.

After Billups came on the court, the Pistons regrouped and attacked the Heat's substitutes, finally bringing the score back to within 20 points before the fourth quarter.

It felt like the Pistons still had some hope of winning. In the fourth quarter, Mo Wen came on and scored 7 more points, stabilizing the score at 20 points before finally getting off work.

The Heat beat the Pistons 112:93 in the final.

This time in Tianwangshan, Mo Wen played 27 minutes and scored 37 points, 12 assists, 7 rebounds, 3 steals, 1 block and 1 legend.

Anticlimactic?

No, that's all Mo Wen's full love for Detroit.

...After all, Billups is eager to recommend others, and Mo Wen doesn't dare to bet on what others will do to him if he doesn't have 90 injury resistance.

For the Pistons, this game cannot be said to be a snake-headed game. It should be played with a snake but also got a knife at the same time.

Although the fans were a little disappointed with the second half, they were very happy in the middle.

Mo Wen scored 30+10 at halftime and then caused internal strife among the Pistons.

Now no one is optimistic that the Pistons will continue to defend their title this year.

Eastern Conference Finals G6.

Although the Pistons repeatedly emphasized before the game that the conflict was just a tactical dispute, now that the generals have reconciled, they have also reflected on their mistakes in the previous game and have not given up hope of promotion.

But judging from the performance of the Pistons players, they no longer have the determination to fight against the odds.

Mo Wen, who performed superbly on the field, kept a low profile in Detroit as he fulfilled his promise.

Together with Ao Pang, they once again formed the Moyu Brothers to help Wade and other role players find their confidence.

After halftime, the Heat led the Pistons 49:41.

Mo Wen's score just reached 10 points, but he also sent out 10 assists, another half-double.

Pistons fans didn't want to boo Mo Wen, who was so Buddhist.

At least judging from Mo Wen's performance, he really respects Detroit.

Someone even held up a sign saying "Mo back home!" on the sidelines.

Director Zhang enthusiastically translated it for everyone.

"The literal translation of mo back home is Mo go home, and the free translation means don't come back. You see, the fans in Detroit know that this is not a good place. Although they won the championship last year, if you ask me, Mo Wen still has to go here."

A perfect team.”

In the third quarter, the Pistons tried to cheer up and organized two waves of offensive climax, but every time they wanted to catch up with the score, Mo Wen, O'Pang or veteran Mourning would stand up resolutely, score hard, and keep fighting.

Suppressing the piston.

By the fourth quarter, the fanatical home fans had not given up yet.

But the Pistons have lost the spirit that sustained them.

Larry Brown, who lost the trust of Billups, could not drive this sophisticated car as before.

The Big Three and the Big Five faced off at high intensity for half of the fourth quarter, but the point difference widened to double digits during this period.

"I can feel how sad the Palace of Auburn Hills is at this moment. Being defeated in this way is not their dream for this year that is shattered."

"Coach Larry Brown has confirmed his departure. I hope the new head coach next year can bring everyone a surprise."

McBreen said regretfully in the ESPN studio.

In the last two minutes, the atmosphere in the Pistons dugout was not as stiff as it was at the beginning.

They all seemed to realize that this promising season was over.

The resignation letter is already in the inner pocket of Larry Brown's suit. He just needs to wait for it to be handed to Dumars after the game, and he can pursue his dream of a sky-high contract after winning the championship.

"BOSS, should we still hire him?"

"What do you think? Didn't you recommend him to me before?" Dolan took away the cigar and looked at Isiah in confusion.

"Uh...no, I once thought he would be someone like Mr. Chuck (Darry), but Chauncey's performance has made me a little doubtful recently. I think I can postpone the signing negotiations with him if necessary.

.It’s best to ask Mo’s opinion. I think he will succeed earlier than James... That’s not right. He has already achieved half the success. If he can come to the Knicks, the other half will not be far away!”

Isiah murmured to himself with some contradictions.

With 1 minute left on the court and an 11-point deficit, both Wade and O'Brien took a break, leaving Mo Wen alone on the court to send the Pistons on their last legs.

Billups and Prince gambled on four fast-break three-pointers in a row, but only scored one, completely killing the Miracle.

Stern, who was watching the game from the sidelines, wanted to pretend to be serious, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Although there are still more than ten seconds before the end of the game, Stern can't wait to hand out the championship trophy to the Heat players and let the courtside staff prepare.

Miller moment?

It doesn't exist, Hamilton didn't have a three-pointer, and Billups was watched to death by Wade.

The red light flashed, and the Dongjue, full of passion and absurdity, came to an end in a patchy red and white rain.

"We must win the championship! Keep the championship in the East and wait for us to win it next year!"

After listening to the first half of Billups' words, Mo Wen was still a little touched, but immediately disappeared after listening to the second half.

"You guys will advance to the Eastern Conference Finals next year first. Also, don't forget that we still have a fight waiting for me to come find you after the finals."

"What punch? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Billups slapped Mo Wen twice on the back and ran away as fast as he could.

"Farke, you'd better move quickly, Chauncey!"

Mo Wen gritted his teeth and waved his fist at him from a distance.

When he turned around and hugged Larry Brown, the old man tried to dodge, but was caught in the act by the enthusiastic Mo Wen.

But what surprised Larry Brown was that Mo Wen did not touch him again.

Just a normal hug, and—

"Thank you for sending me to the Finals two years in a row, Larry."

"You're an asshole, kid."

"You're a bastard too, old man."

"I wish you a happy finals!"

"Wish you a happy time in New York!"

Tonight, the media's flashbulbs were like shining stars, reflecting the glittering trophy being lifted by the Heat's generals.