basketball never sleeps

Chapter 22 What 11 points, only 8 points

"Francis is a little excited. Are you too anxious to get a rebound?"

Su Qun, who didn't see clearly what happened, was a little confused.

But Zhang Weiping, who had experience as a player, understood it clearly and snickered beside him.

In this era that values ​​retreating from confrontation, players who are truly innocent will only suffer a dull loss.

Mo Wen still kept his hand. He had already controlled the strength of his elbow, and the impact point was deliberately avoided on the face and neck. The elbow was on the area below the collarbone. If he had been a little harsher, Francis might have to be carried on a stretcher now.

It's over.

The referee who was watching from the baseline just now also felt that Francis was overreacting. He was fighting for rebounds and it was not normal for him to have some physical contact.

Frances was not injured or bleeding just now. She was covering her pectoralis major with one hand and howling from nowhere. She looked like a bitch who had been eaten tofu.

It wasn't Dayao who caught Francis, but the referee even wanted to give Francis a technical foul.

Van Gundy Jr. called a timeout at the right time and replaced Francis. He was a little dissatisfied with Francis just now.

Pass the ball to Yao Ming, why are you one-on-one?

When you are duel, why don't you find the opponent's strong defensive point to duel you? If you can't break through, you will fight back!

After Norris replaced Francis, the Rockets returned to their normal rhythm.

Norris's game is more unique than Francis', but he has one advantage, that is, he is willing to pass the ball to Yao Ming.

Larry Brown on the other side originally wanted Mo Wen to play for three or four minutes. Unexpectedly, Mo Wen actually performed a wonderful defensive performance during this period and held down Prince first.

Mo Wen's performance did not stop at defense. Knowing that he did not have much playing time, he exerted his energy on both offense and defense.

He still remembers the joke Dayao made just now.

It's a bit difficult to get ten points over Dayao, but it's not impossible.

When Hamilton makes intermittent runs on the baseline and Billups holds the ball in the high post, most of the attention is focused on these two.

Mo Wen, who was on the edge of the high post, took advantage of defender Jim Jackson's inattention and cut towards the basket.

Billups saw Mo Wen's movements from the corner of his eye. He pretended to look at Hamilton who was running, but the ball in his hand was thrown straight in the direction of Mo Wen's movement.

Mo Wen received the ball comfortably, then jumped up under Dayao's gaze and dunked the ball lightly into the basket.

"Two points, Brother Yao."

Mo Wen shook two fingers.

Yao Ming clenched his fists, this kid can do it.

In the Rockets' offensive round, Yao, who was holding his breath, received the pass in the mid-range as he wished. Faced with the overcoming opponent, he did not choose to force it.

Big Ben is not as heavy as him, not as tall as him, but his defense is very tough. Yao Ming has top-notch lower body strength, but his upper body strength is slightly weaker. Big Ben's action of holding up his waist looks funny, but it really makes Yao Ming bad.

Use your strength to hit the inside line.

But after all, Yao Ming is not a brother who only knows how to hit hard from the inside. After retreating in order to advance, Yao Ming turned sideways and withdrew his foot that was stuck in the inside, and his silky turn-over jump shot also included a bit of a fadeaway.

Swish——

Big Ben's originally dark face turned even darker at this moment. A 2.3 meter tall man in shoes was shooting a fadeaway shot from outside?

No shame!

You big guys who can shoot, your sentences will be changed and your sentences will be cut in half!

Okur, who was shaking as he sensed the danger, picked up the ball and passed it to Hamilton, who took two steps and passed it to Billups.

After the Pistons players were all in position, there were two directions thinking that Billups was beckoning for the ball.

In fact, Norris, whom Billups faced, was the Rockets' defensive weakness.

But Larry Brown, who is usually quite open-minded in his rotations, felt as if he was infected by Fandu today. It was almost halftime and Billups only took a two-minute rest.

Is it passed to Oku who is playing Cato, or to Mo Wen who is playing Jim?

Of course it's Mo Wen.

There is an unwritten unwritten rule in the NBA - when a certain game currently has special meaning to a player in the team (birthday, revenge against an old club, player grievances, national derby for international players, etc.), you should give that player as much as possible

Opportunities for performance.

Seeing the ball passed to Mo Wen, Jim Jacks, who was responsible for defending him, was a little nervous. He had seen it when Boss Fu and Lao Mao were playing Mo Wen just now. This kid was not a gentleman like Yao Ming. Instead, he seemed to be

Just like those basketball hooligans who came out of the slums.

Who knows if this kid will also bring private goods with him when he attacks.

Facing Jim Jackson, Mo Wen was not careless at all. The guy in front of him was also a legend. He has changed 10 teams in 10 years and played at least 50 times every season. He has been wandering and there are still people who want him. Why?

, not only because of his low salary, but also because of his snake oil 3D attributes.

After receiving the ball, Mo Wen did not choose to start with a triple threat, but showed off his dribbling in front of Jim, a 3D player.

In terms of dribbling, Mo Wen does not have brilliant talent, but he has more than 1,000 games of experience, and his dribbling (74) is the earliest attribute that has reached the upper limit of his potential.

His dribbling does not have the aura of "European Immortal", nor does it have the ease of integrating man and ball with Allen Iverson. He is more like 077. His seemingly stable dribbling hides the murderous intention of changing rhythm.

After two slow dribbles, Mo Wen suddenly accelerated and pulled up to break through, but after breaking through for half a step, he pulled back. The connected worship attracted Jim to lean forward. Seeing that the time was right, Mo Wen took a big dribble step.

Stepping towards Jim's front foot.

Jim, who was stunned, could only point his fingers to the ground to barely maintain his balance, but Mo Wen had already rushed behind Jim. He noticed Dayao's return to defense with his peripheral vision, and stopped directly at the free throw line. After adjusting his posture, he returned.

Push the ball out quickly and steadily.

Mo Wen's mid-range shot was only 74 (potential 75), but it was enough for him to hit this shot without interference.

Boom—shua—

The basketball first fell to the basket, and then bounced steadily into the basket.

Yao Ming, who was halfway there, could only spread his hands.

Although he looked helpless on the surface, he was still happy inside.

He has offensive ability, this kid can really do it.

This kid must be brought to the national basketball team!

Although Larry Brown was a little dissatisfied with Mo Wen for not rushing to the basket and pushing Yao Ming hard for a layup, the ball was so smooth from the open shot to the hit that he couldn't fault it.

"Don't hear about this breakthrough, this mid-range shot, hey, it's really solid."

Su Qun looked at Mo Wen's textbook standard shooting action in the photo he just took and praised it.

"It's just like Xiao Hu before."

Zhang Weiping also nodded.

Mo Wen made a four sign towards Dayao before turning back to defend.

It was the Rockets' offensive round again. This time, Norris, who was being stared at by Billups, did not dare to pass the ball easily, but chose to make one himself.

But the defense that gave Francis a headache could not be broken by Norris, a less talented substitute.

After the breakthrough was blocked, Norris passed the ball to Lao Mao. Lao Mao feinted twice as a triple threat with the ball but failed to shake Hamilton, and then passed the ball to Cato next to him.

Cato hesitated for half a second after receiving the ball, looking at Oku's pork belly and feeling that it was a bit rough.

But his poor skills obviously didn't allow him to force the ball. Under Okur's interference, he hurriedly made a move, and the rebound was picked up by the taller Yao first.

Just when Dayao collected the rebound and prepared for the second attack, he suddenly felt someone attacking him from behind. His hand shook and he almost lost his grip on the ball.

Who the hell is poking me in the back?

Looking back, he looked down and saw that it was Mo Wen, this clever little guy, who wanted to take out his ball.

By the time Dayao made a move, Mo Wen had already smartly returned to Jim Jackson's side.

It's a pity that I couldn't interfere.

Dayao gritted his teeth and failed to complete the goal, but also caused a foul from Daben.

"You kid, don't push yourself too far."

Dayao gritted his teeth and said as he passed by Mo Wen.

"Just kidding, Brother Yao, this is my defensive style."

Mo Wen said with a playful smile.

Dayao suddenly understood why Mowen's Pistons teammates wanted to cause trouble for him.

You can't say that his defense is against the rules. Such small actions within the rules are really annoying.

After Yao Ming made two free throws, there were still more than ten seconds left before halftime.

The Pistons slowly organized an attack. Mo Wen, who received the pass in the middle, did not choose to play it himself, but passed it to Hamilton who ran out of space.

Unfortunately, Hamilton failed to seize the opportunity and missed the shot.

After the first half, the Pistons led the Rockets 47:40.

The "school test" between Mr. Fu and Mo Wen became the key to widening the score difference.

Dayao played 18 minutes in the first half, making 5 of 9 shots, 4 of 4 free throws, and scoring 14 points, 5 rebounds, and 2 assists. He single-handedly supported the Rockets' hopes. Mo Wen played 7 minutes and made 2 of 2 shots.

, scored 4 points, 2 rebounds and 1 steal, and performed quite well in the limited time limit.

Back in the second half, Larry Brown replaced Prince. Mo Wen performed well, but Prince, who has long arms and legs, is his true love. (Collis: What about me, what about me?)

Yao Ming continued to rest for 4 minutes at the beginning of the third quarter, but the Rockets, who lacked inside support, could no longer withstand the situation.

Okur used his frequent fire in the mid-range to widen the point difference between the two teams to 11 points.

Although Van Gundy Jr. did not give up the game so easily, he sent Yao Yao again. Larry Brown saw that the advantage was not small and he would happily replace Mo Wen, but this time he was replaced by a running back.

Hamilton at halftime.

"Meet Brother Yao again." Mo Wen greeted with a smile.

Francis on the other side of the field gritted his teeth, but after looking at Mo Wen's replacement, Hamilton felt he looked away.

This guy is not in the same position as me, so why bother with him?

Boss Fu patted Lao Mao on the shoulder, "Come on, young man!"

Lao Mao looked at Prince, who was 2.06 meters tall, and Mo Wen, who was 1.98 meters tall. He glanced at Jim Jackson next to him eagerly. Brother, how about we switch defensive targets?

Jim Jackson looked at his nose, his eyes and his nose, and his nose looked at his heart, saying that he would stand on guard and fulfill his responsibilities, and would never let Prince break through the Rockets' defense and guard the rear for you, brother.

Mobley was ready to make a heroic sacrifice, but found that Mo Wen's movements on both offense and defense had become much smaller.

The main reason is that Mo Wen has already evaluated Mobley's offensive and defensive abilities through observation and the previous test. He can do very good things with his strength, and there is no need to offend others with small moves all the time.

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"It's 8 points, Brother Yao."

When Mo Wen scored his eighth point of the game, Yao Ming admitted that he panicked.

He is very popular in the NBA now, but when he returns to the national team and meets Li Nan, he still has to lower his head and call him brother. He has discovered that in the NBA, this joke and this bet really shouldn't be made casually.

Especially when you don't know the opponent's strength.

Fortunately, Mo Wen replaced Larry Brown after playing four and a half minutes in the third quarter.

After three minutes of play in the fourth quarter, the Rockets not only failed to catch up, but fell behind to 15 points.

With both teams scoring only 20 points in the first quarter, it was impossible to catch up.

Van Gundy Jr. replaced Yao Mingjin, and the Pistons also replaced Milicic, the human victory cigar.

This nickname was recently given to him by ESPN experts because the Pistons have won 12 of the 14 games Milicic has played so far.

So far, Milicic has the highest winning percentage among all rookies in the 2003 class who have played more than 10 games.

If the Pistons don't win, he won't play.

But in the last two minutes, something happened that upset Dayao. The Pistons replaced Mo Wen again for some reason.

"Let Mo come in and score two more points." Dumars asked Larry Brown again.

When the win is guaranteed, the coach can do anything.

Mo Wen got another playing time in the last 3 minutes. After missing a mid-range shot, he successfully hit another three-pointer from the corner.

He excitedly made an eleven-point sign to Yao Ming on the bench, but Yao Ming just shook his head.

At the end of the game, the Pistons won the Chinese Derby 94:82.

"11 points, Brother Yao, remember to keep your word."

"What 11 points, only 8 points." Dayao said with confidence.

"Brother Yao, are you trying to cheat?" Mo Wen took a step back.

"I'm talking about scoring 11 points on my head. I wasn't even there at the end, so of course your score doesn't count." Dayao proudly spread his hands.

"Also, it's time for us to settle the score just now. How many times did your kid do something to me? Do you want me to unzip my clothes and count them with you..."

Looking at Dayao approaching with a ferocious smile, Mo Wen was determined and determined not to suffer the immediate consequences.

"Oops, I suddenly remembered that our coach seems to want to see me for something. I'll go ahead and say goodbye to Brother Yao. I'll go to Houston to see you later."

Seeing Mo Wen running away, before Yao Ming could catch up with his clothes, Mo Wen's back disappeared into the player tunnel.

"He fucked your waist. Hey, what do you mean? Look at mine."

Francis also pulled up his jersey, but nothing seemed to be visible on his black skin.

"Fu*k, forget it, there's nothing to see."

(End of chapter)