basketball never sleeps

Chapter 75 Picture 75 Detroit, this ·is ·for ·you!

In the last 30 seconds before halftime, Mo Wen, who was running low on energy, held the ball outside the three-point line, trying his best to breathe steadily and looked at Prince, who was also tired.

This kid still had his sculpted face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, but his eyes had turned red because of Mo Wen's continuous scoring.

Even though he didn't defend two of Mo Wen's three three-pointers just now, and even though most of Mo Wen's 27 points in the half were not scored by him, it is unmistakable that Mo Wen's defender was him.

Although Prince learned some dirty tricks from Mo Wen, he is still an honest person in essence. Seeing his defensive target score high scores is more uncomfortable than scoring him himself.

Judging from the momentum, Prince at this time was almost the same as Mo Wen, who was also in an "excited state".

However, Mo Wen did not choose to go it alone on the outside for this goal. Instead, he made a high screen gesture with Da Zhi, who came on the bench.

Suddenly?

It is impossible to regenerate a sudden outgrowth.

Except for one free throw, his scoring in the second quarter all relied on three-pointers. One was because O'Brien found that running back was boring and took a rest. The other was because Ben and Rasheed also began to pay attention to Mo.

Wen's inside attack.

Mo Wen's explosive movement speed and strength were still a bit lacking. He burst out twice in the middle of the second quarter, but both times were interrupted due to interference.

Fortunately, Mo Wen had rich experience in self-protection. Otherwise, Wallace would have had to rely on his determination and actions to defend him.

After exhaling, Mo Wen was still stalling for time.

"You can't make a shot, you weakling. You're nothing without O'Neal!"

"Mo, you are a traitor, I am Fa Ke 伱***"

"Put the ball down and go home to feed him! Watch out for Prince!"

Abuse came from the surrounding stands. No Detroit fan could accept a man who had received a ring from the Pistons and took away 30 points from their home court in halftime.

"Defend!" "Defend!" "Defend!"

The fans' shouts and curses gradually converged into one word.

Facing this overwhelming voice, a smile of enjoyment gradually appeared on Mo Wen's face.

O'Neal put his arm on the shoulder of veteran Vixon and sighed: "This kid is a psychopath. He deserves to succeed!"

Seeing that there were 8 seconds left in the attack time, Mo Wen finally started.

There were no bells and whistles, just dribbling and running straight towards Da Zhi's screen. Prince chased behind Mo Wen with all his strength. Da Ben did not hesitate and stepped forward to block the path of Mo Wen's pick-and-roll. The two

Billups and Hamilton on the side are also always ready to let go of their defenders and double-team them.

This goal can be scored, but Mo Wen cannot get 30 points.

Dazhi's arms, which were not generous, had now become Mo Wen's only space to take action.

One step away from the base, Mo Wen swung his right foot, turned around, braked, bent his knees and kicked the ground into a shooting posture.

Knowing how terrifying Mowen's shooting speed was, Prince subconsciously jumped up to block the shot.

But Mo Wen smiled and stayed where he was.

Ding——

A chill instantly spread throughout his body from his suddenly stopped heart.

Before Prince took his arms back, Mo Wen jumped up, and his arms holding the ball hit Prince's long arms impartially, and then his seemingly out-of-control arms pushed the ball towards the basket.

Snap——

Ben, who thought he had a chance, flew over and smashed the basketball in mid-air.

"Drink!"

After landing, Ben was extremely excited. Without saying a word, he punched his chest in front of the camera on the sidelines and made an action to show off his muscles.

Before Ben and the uninformed fans could be happy for long, the referee on the sidelines blew the whistle.

Prince's thug fouled, 3 free throws!

"Ah? Did you see clearly? I covered him, it's all clean. What are you trying to judge? I won't judge you!"

Daben instantly changed from being extremely excited to being extremely angry.

He stretched his head and argued with the referee.

"You were able to cover it because Prince hit first, not because of you!" the referee said as he backed away from the line and looked left and right for the other two referees.

"Prince has no thugs, this is normal interference, what the hell are you..."

Big Ben wanted to say something else, but Rashid came over and blocked Big Ben.

"Calm down, Ben, calm down." As the king of technical offenders, Rashid is particularly sensitive to the referee's expression. He can see it very clearly. If Ben says a few more words, he will probably get the whistle. But now, no matter what happens,

From the perspective of preventing Mo Wen from scoring, or from the perspective of the team still being 8 points behind, he must first stop the excited Ben.

The on-site director professionally called up the replay, and the fans on the sidelines booed again after seeing the details.

Mo Wen smiled and patted Prince's shoulder, who seemed to be in autistic state.

"I remember I once said I would teach you this trick, but it's a pity that you didn't learn it."

"Now I'll teach you again - it's all about victory."

Despite the boos that could make a diaper manufacturer run away overnight, Mo Wen steadily completed the first two free throws.

Mo Wen's half-time score also reached 29 points, with the crucial third free throw.

Mo Wen did not dribble like before, but held the ball in his arms and pointed to the sky with one hand.

"Detroit, this·is·for·you!!"

After saying that, Mo Wen closed his eyes, pulled down his hair tie, and threw the ball under everyone's astonished eyes.

The moment the ball was released, Mo Wen turned around and walked back, just like the protagonist in a movie who had completed his mission and disappeared from the crowd.

If you invest, it's a murderous act, but if you don't, it's a matter of human nature.

This wave is Qin Shihuang looking in the mirror - a win-win situation!

Amid the excited push from his teammates, Mo Wen learned the result of the game.

In fact, there were still a few seconds left before the end of the first half, but looking at Mo Wen surrounded by Heat players, the Pistons players did not have the energy to continue playing for these few seconds, and Prince went directly to the locker room.

Gone.

At this moment, except for the visiting team's Heat, everyone in Detroit who heard Mo Wen's words fell silent.

Just as Mo Wen thought, some people thought it was a murderous act, while others thought it was because Mo Wen was still attached to Detroit, so he closed his eyes and shot the ball.

Especially since the basketball finally bounced on the rim before it went in, why do you think Mo Wen really meant to let the Pistons go?

No matter what the audience thought, Dumas and Larry Brown only felt cold all over and their teeth were chattering at this moment.

If you shoot free throws, you shoot free throws, and if you set records, you set records. What do you mean by saying that at the end?

What is your purpose? What is your motivation? What do you want to subvert?

"This little guy... is really awesome!"

Van Gundy also swallowed his saliva, and the coaching staff members beside him also nodded. They are all smart people, and they can understand the subtlety of Mo Wen's words.

During the halftime break, the Pistons locker room was very quiet. Herb Brown once again pulled Prince aside for psychological counseling after 10 months. Others were silent on Mo Wen's last words.

"For the second half... Caron, come on."

Larry Brown finally nodded to Butler, but Butler no longer had the excitement he had just now.

30 points in the half and that dramatic free throw.

His plan to snipe Mo Wen has all been scrapped.

After returning from the half-time break, Mo Wen put on his training clothes and sat on the edge of the court. When the camera showed Mo Wen, the Pistons fans, who seemed to be thinking about something, went from sparsely to loudly applauding him.

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Mo didn't play when he came back from the break. What does that mean? It means he still wants to save face for Detroit and doesn't want to continue to score high points and set personal records.

We boo him like this, but he still loves Detroit. He really makes me cry to death.

Oh my god, Mo Wen is just tired and wants to rest. I applaud him now. Do all Detroiters have such long reflex arcs?

Knowing that the people in Detroit might have misunderstood, Mo Wen had no choice but to bite the bullet, put the ring on his hand and waved to the fans around him. He was familiar with "Emotional Intelligence" and "Pattern", and he knew the character design well.

importance.

I am in the Cao camp but my heart is in the Han Dynasty. The second master Guan from Miami is here!

Some things cannot deceive truly smart people, but in this country where even the "flat earth theory" can be revived, how many bangs can there be?

After Caron Butler finally encouraged himself to play, he found that his opponent made a heroic exit.

What does it mean to expend your anger to open up your explosive energy, and your opponent is gone?

Seeing Mo Wen riding a tiger with difficulty, O'Neal was also happy.

This little guy is just sensible. After letting him perform in the first half, he gave up the stage in the second half.

Wade, who originally thought that without Mo Wen's absence, would finally be able to touch the ball, sadly discovered that he seemed to be still a sidekick. In the first game after returning from injury, who dared not give O'Neal a request?

Wade tried to pretend he didn't see it, but how could you ignore such a big guy trying to get the ball from behind.

······Hey, wait, it seems like there is someone who can really do it. I must seek advice from him next time I go to Los Angeles.

The 11-point difference at halftime was not an insurmountable gap for the Pistons.

The combination of O'Neal and Wade, who are full of energy and healthy, makes Detroit seem to be dreaming back to the Finals a few months ago.

It's just that this time the Heat's more reliable teammates and O'Neal's more flexible body after losing weight allowed him to catch the ball more easily.

The Pistons tried to use new aid McDyess to replace Ben and help defend O'Neal, but it was of little use.

When he was young, McDyess was also a 20+10 beast power forward. Unfortunately, he later suffered a serious injury and his athletic ability severely deteriorated. Now he only does mid-range shooting and defense.

His low post defense is also skillful, but what the Sharks hate the most is technical defense. If you want to guard against him, you don't have the toughness of Ben and Rasheed, so you have to rely on human shields. But the Pistons' interior substitutes except McDyess

Just the veteran Campbell, who only weighs 100 kilograms, and Milicic, who refused to be employed even after being beaten to death by Larry Brown.

In the third quarter, O'Neal made 6 of 9 shots and 4 of 6 free throws. He scored 16 points in a single quarter, leading the team to stabilize the point difference and keeping Mo Wen on the bench.

In the final quarter, the Pistons used a double-Wallace style to imitate the Finals to restrict O'Neal, but after a passionate exchange of words with Da Fan in front of the camera, Mo Wen ended the game with a sullen face.

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After playing, Mo Wen no longer thought about scoring, but focused on organizational work.

The Pistons generals did not let Mo Wen go because he showed no desire to attack, so under Mo Wen's containment and organization, O'Neal was still able to receive the ball.

Taking care of his teammates' mood, Mo Wen didn't let Wade sit idle all the time. He also gave him a few points in the middle, which almost upset Wade.

Seeing that O'Neal and Mo Wen both scored over 30 points, it was a bit embarrassing for him to be so outstanding.

Unknowingly, Mo Wen got 7 assists in the fourth quarter, and cooperated with O'Neal and Wade to maintain the point difference until the end.

In the last 3 seconds, the Heat still led by 5 points, and the Pistons finally gave up their struggle.

In this game, Mo Wen had 30 points, 10 assists, 7 rebounds and 2 steals, and O'Neal had 32 points, 12 rebounds and 3 assists.

Revenge Brothers, a perfect ending.

(End of chapter)