basketball never sleeps

Chapter 74 If we can no longer love, then we will hurt each other!

Wave your hands, clench your fists, and raise your arms.

Larry Brown's words are sonorous, and what he comes up with is a meal of chicken blood and sticks.

They were beaten 11:2 at the beginning, trailing by 9 points, and allowed that 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 became 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 Dumas.

Facing the rain of spit from Larry Brown, all the Pistons players were 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 he can dunk two people with one ball; Wade, whose explosive performance of 30+ points in a row in the past few games cannot be ignored.

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

What should we do if we can't prevent it?

The answer given by Chuck Daly, the head coach of the Pistons fifteen years ago, was "I want to see blood!"

This piston is not that violent, but the strength is definitely there.

After returning from the timeout, the Heat players on the court noticed that the Pistons players suddenly became more aggressive.

Whether it's offense or defense, the intensity of this game immediately rises to the intensity of the playoffs.

Swing your elbow, pinch your waist, push someone.

The referee also seemed to have a sudden nebula attack and had no intention of calling a penalty.

Mo Wen faced Hamilton after holding the ball in a pick-and-roll. He used a smooth dribbling rhythm and then a few shoulder shakes to break through to the mid-range. When he stopped 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 him.

In front of him, there was interference.

"Oh hoo." Mo Wen's pupils shrank, and despite the pain, he still got the shooting motion right and threw the ball.

When——shua——

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

Who will mess with him again?—Chauncy? Rasheed? Or Ben?

When Mo Wen turned around, he discovered that the owner of the elbow was actually that harmless baby face.

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

"What you taught me, Mo, is to do everything for victory. We are no longer teammates."

Prince pursed his lips and whispered.

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

Mo Wen shook his head slightly and looked at Prince with a glimmer of excitement.

"Prepare? Prepare for what?"

Prince was a little confused, but he was already on the defensive and had no intention of explaining.

The sudden increase in the intensity of the confrontation made it difficult for the rest of the Heat to adapt. Under such circumstances, the point difference between the two teams gradually approached. In just 5 minutes, the original 9-point difference was reduced to 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 being taken care of by the five Pistons, tried to fight back through various means, but the impulse in his heart became stronger and stronger.

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

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

His craziness is to try his best to win the game and get rewards, and also to vent his inner irritability.

Compared with the floor-playing style in reality, he is more accustomed to and prefers the crazy playing style in the dungeon, so it can be said that he has been suppressing and sealing himself.

Originally, according to the plan, after he developed his confrontational attributes, he could change his playing style in reality, but today, faced with 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, after a defensive change, the defense noticed Billups' intention to swing his elbow. Mo Wen did not dodge as usual, but turned sideways to meet it.

Boom——

After a muffled sound of muscle 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 of his waist being pushed. Before he could feel the familiar pain, a whooshing cold wind blew by his ears.

"How do you feel, Chauncey?"

"Fake, you boy... be gentle." Billups gritted his teeth and said in a suppressed voice.

In the offensive round again, after playing a pick-and-roll with Wade, Mo Wen switched to guard Billups and gave a pull-away gesture to his teammates around him.

But when the lineup was stretched out, Mo Wen did not rush to attack, but walked on the court with an old friend. He firmly controlled the ball behind the right side of his body and said to Billups.

"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 on me." Billups said with a sneer, his eyes not slackening at all, staring at Mo Wen's body.

Ignoring Billups' words, Mo Wen continued, "Compared to the real bad boys, you are too sensible and not crazy enough. The real 'bad boys' can do whatever it takes to win. 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 use all my strength... to kill Detroit, so use all your strength too, Chauncey!"

The moment he finished saying this, Billups felt the aura of the person in front of him change immediately. He raised his head and looked into Mo Wen's eyes - he was a serious person and could not read anything like being cold and bloodthirsty.

But what he could see was that those eyes seemed to be glowing!

Just like a hungry wolf or tiger ready to hunt.

When Billups was dazed, Mo Wen's bad luck suddenly started.

After two rapid dribblings, Billups was left behind. Ben showed no intention of dodging when he came to help defend him. Half a step before approaching, he used a sideways movement without slowing down to avoid half a step.

He took a step, and then dunked the ball into the basket with seemingly no physical contact, but in fact there was basically no confrontation.

Boom——

Looking at Mo Wen swinging on the basket and Da Ben stunned on the side, the entire stadium fell into a brief silence.

Van Gundy took off his glasses and rubbed them vigorously.

"I think I should change my glasses. I thought Wade was Mo just now, haha...ha..."

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

The number on the back may be wrong, but the skin color will not.

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

Stan Van Gundy said sadly.

Mo Wen also felt a bit confused when Mo Wen stole a ball.

In his impression, Mo Wen always played from the outside. It was true that he had never made breakthroughs before, but he had never thought of challenging him like he did just now.

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

"Cheer up, Big Ben, that guy is going to get serious."

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

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

Daben was startled again, but then he seemed to understand something.

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

If we can no longer love, then we will hurt each other!

Turning around, Billups broke through and hit a mid-range throw, bringing the point difference back to 2 points.

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

O'Neal 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 first took a step back to open up space, then 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 in a small circle, stepped back, aimed at the frame, and bowed. Seeing that Prince was not shaken up, he leaned over and changed direction again.

After two shifts of focus, Prince's continuous feints made Prince feel as if he had been filled with ice by "Xiao Mei", and he was stuck in place not knowing where to defend.

At the same time, Mo Wenye made a smooth cross-step move and broke into the inside lane.

In the first three steps of the ball, Mo Wen used a fake pass to O'Neal to prevent Rashid from coming over to defend. He faced Ben directly again. He swayed sideways and faced Ben with his shoulder, reducing the contact surface and increasing the pressure.

, before the body lost balance, an "old man hook" threw the ball into the basket.

While Mo Wen hit Da Ben with his shoulder, his butt was also struck by Da Ben's knee.

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!"

Daben, who frowned, picked up the basketball and made an action as if he wanted to hit someone.

But Mo Wen didn't even blink. He shook his head and pointed at 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 7 of 10 shots, 2 of 3 three-pointers, and 1 of 1 free throws. He scored 17 points in the first quarter. O'Neal took 2 of 3 shots, 1 of 3 free throws, and scored 5 points.

Germany scored 2 out of 3 and scored 4 points.

Heat 30:26 Pistons

Many fans who wanted to watch O'Neal's debut were a little stunned when they looked at the player statistics interface in the first quarter.

"O'Neal's condition seems to be recovering well, but I think what surprised Heat fans more was Mo's explosion. 17 points in a single quarter was really a crazy performance, especially his uncharacteristically tough attacks in the last few rounds.

This is something he has never shown in the previous games."

"I think the Pistons will have a headache for a while on how to defend the old players they released this summer. Maybe most people like to watch the players who were traded take advantage of their old clubs, but the Pistons are not among them."

ESPN commentator Bob commented in front of the TV.

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

This little 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 stayed up and how much money they lost trying to prove whether the tactics proposed by Mo Wen were feasible.

hair!

Damn it, you really deserve to die!

In the second quarter, Larry Brown ignored Caron Butler, who had been asking for a game just now, and still played with the starting lineup.

He didn't believe it. Last year's winning starter couldn't take care of a small substitute from last year?

"Another three-pointer, three consecutive three-pointers, oh God, the Pistons seem to have forgotten Mo's precise three-pointer when he helped them win the championship last season, and also forgot Mo's amazing long three-pointer after the opening game.

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"Either he was broken through or hit a three-pointer. Prince is a little out of shape now. I think he needs to take a rest and find someone else to defend Mo."

"With less than 27 points in the half, if Mo scores another three-pointer, he will complete the feat of 30 points in the half. Do you regret it now, Detroit?"

There will be another update in the evening. You are not allowed to bring notebooks to the ward. I am not used to typing on my mobile phone. Please forgive me.

(End of chapter)