Chapter 1027 Either to be patient, make up your mind, or get out of here

"At the beginning of the game, Dor.Mo did not shake hands with me because I was alone and did not have the qualification to shake hands with him, I think so." LeBron James said after the game. "I accept his opinion and hope that after tonight, I can gradually get a chance to shake hands with him. This is a good start."

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The Timberwolves defeated the Pistons and maintained their unbeaten record so far in the season.

O'Neal, who played for 33 minutes, crossed the penalty area and scored 34 points and 14 rebounds, openly claimed that the Timberwolves were the best team in the world.

"I will become the little emperor's bodyguard and help him win the championship ring. He is so young that he already has incredible energy. He is the best player in the world," said O'Neal.

Not many people took O'Neal's words to heart, because he had made similar comments about Kobe/Penny years ago.

Whether the Timberwolves is the best team in the world remains to be tested, after all, they have only achieved thirteen consecutive victories in the first game.

This game tonight ended the Pistons' ten-game winning streak on the eve of Thanksgiving.

In the past ten years, the Pistons have played a game before Thanksgiving every season. In the past ten years, they have never lost since Mo Mengchen entered the league. Tonight, the record has been cut off.

"Michael Jordan had only three rings when the Pistons lost before Thanksgiving."

"Dor.Mo is still a rookie."

The Pistons lost tonight without temper. The Timberwolves was a team that performed better. In a sentence from Ranbill, "The Timberwolves deserve this victory."

James had a comprehensive 24 points, 11 rebounds and 13 assists, O'Neal had 34 points and 14 rebounds, Hamilton had 21 points, and Eddie Griffin was the most surprising. He scored 10 points and 14 rebounds - there were 7 offensive rebounds in it, greatly damaging the Pistons' counterattack.

Mo Mengchen scored 11 points in the first half and scored 26 points in the second half, scoring the highest 38 points, 10 rebounds and 6 assists, but he could only accept this result.

O'Neal started killing, Curry encountered a foul crisis, the Timberwolves fired from the outside, and Griffin killed a lot.

Who would have thought that Griffin could knock out the Pistons' rebound?

There have been so many accidents, and it is natural to lose.

Mo Mengchen turned around and looked at the front row, Ephraim and Medela were also on the scene. Mo Mengchen nodded to them and asked them to go back first.

Fortunately, there were no children to watch the football live tonight, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to explain when I went back.

"Dad, you said you will never lose to Mr. Shark..."

As soon as Mo Mengchen felt uncomfortable when he thought of asking this question in a questionable tone.

"Dor.Mo, do you feel sorry for your ten-game winning streak on the eve of Thanksgiving?"

This is nonsense.

"Do you think I'm not sorry enough?" Dr. Mo, who has always been elegant and easy-going, was a little unhappy.

The reporter quickly changed his words and asked, "What caused the defeat in this game tonight?"

It was Gerald, who was completely beaten by Griffin.

"I can't stand it." Mo Mengchen replied.

"Will the team consider introducing inside players through trades in the future?"

"This is the management business," Mo Mengchen said, "I'm just playing basketball."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen walked straight to the player channel.

The reporter could feel his indifference, but it is understandable that no one was happy if he lost the ball, let alone ending a record that has been maintained for ten years?

Mo Mengchen returned to the locker room, which was very quiet.

Through their reactions, can they show that they are not satisfied with this game? Probably.

Frauses and Westfal are a few differences. Although he has played for the latter for many years and has learned a lot of experience from each other, he has not retained the latter's famous "knowing mistakes and correcting" program.

After playing the game, especially losing, Frauses doesn't like to keep players in the locker room, he wants them to go home as soon as possible to adjust their mood.

Every coach has his or her team-leading philosophy, and there is no right or wrong.

"It's a pity tonight." Frauses had a kind face. "I believe you are all just like me, and you are unwilling to be with this result, but the game is over. All we can do is look forward and turn it over. I wish you a happy Thanksgiving, guys."

As for the press conference, Frauses, who has been practicing at the grassroots level for many years, knows very well that Mo Mengchen hates press conferences as if he hates losing, so he is forced to cancel tonight's press conference even if he is fined.

There is no press conference, this is a good thing.

Mo Mengchen loosened his shoelaces and no one came to say hello.

He is already very scary. He loses the game like a vicious snake in a state of alert. No one dares to approach him because he will die if he is bitten.

When he lost the game, Hill comforted everyone's emotions. Mo Mengchen could also take the opportunity to angrily denounce those who performed poorly, but now Hill is not here.

Someone quickly slipped into the shower room to take a shower, some people waited for Mo Mengchen to go in and take a shower and then seized the time to leave.

Mo Mengchen's actions touched everyone's hearts.

"Gerard, don't you have any thoughts?" Mo Mengchen looked at Gerald Wallace seriously.

Calculate the time, this year is the fifth season of a 2001 player. Gerald has entered the team for five seasons, and Mo Mengchen has never seriously examined him.

01 Five Young Master, Curry, Randolph, Gerald, Watson and Simmons, he devoted most of his energy to the two problematic players, Curry and Randolph.

The next three, Watson and Simmons, left one after another. As the players with the best mental attributes among these five, Mo Mengchen felt most at ease with him, and relative, he cared about him the least.

Momonchen’s understanding of Gerald: full of passion and energy, one of the future territory of the Piston, has a horse face comparable to Lonzo Ball, disgusting dreadlocks and a yellow headband that is difficult to look directly at. He likes detective films and TV series.

He had never explored Gerald's heart, nor did he know what he thought about the power forward's arrangements.

"Dad..." Gerald needed endless courage to say this to Mo Mengchen, "I can't play the power forward."

He knew that these words would probably cost him the starting position, and from now on, he would never stand up in front of Mo Mengchen again.

"Do you can't fight, or don't want to fight?" Mo Mengchen's tone was calm and there was no intention of getting angry, "Or why don't you just go straight and tell me, you are already afraid? The collision of the inside line makes you afraid; confrontation with Eddie Griffin like you make you tremble; it's not that you can't fight the power forward, you are just afraid of confrontation in the inside line, you just look tough on the surface, right?"

Gerald's courage is well known. Mo Mengchen's nickname was Sakuragi in the early days. Later, his teammates called him Brother Feng Chong, and later someone called him a diving athlete because he jumped from the air and fell heavily on the floor, just like a diving platform.

His toughness is a well-known fact.

"No! No!" Gerald, who couldn't stand the humiliation, retorted loudly, "I have never played power forward! From high school to the NBA, I have always been a winger! I'm not a power forward!"

It makes sense, you were indeed not a power forward before.

"I just found that I was not suitable for the power forward position. This was a failed attempt. In this position, I couldn't compete with others and confront them. I couldn't be myself!" Gerald hoped to get Mo Mengchen's approval. He explained loudly, and his voice spread throughout the locker room.

You should have finished speaking, right?

For some reason, Hill said to him in Mo Mengchen's mind - "Young people need both severe encouragement and gentle encouragement."

——"I know this is difficult for you, but you have to make changes. You can't expect young people to accept your test without any encouragement. They will collapse!"

Sorry, mom, everyone has their own role.

"After the finals in 2001, I think the team needs to inject fresh blood," Mo Mengchen said slowly. "A lot of rookies joined the team at that time, Eddie, Earl, Zach, Bobby and you."

"You are the first player to be locked." Mo Mengchen's voice brought everyone to the past. This is a history that has never been revealed. "I think you are brave and firm, with a tough style, and a piece of rough jade worthy of careful carving. I think you are willing to accept any challenge."

Mo Mengchen stared at Gerald with sharp eyes: "Suddenly, you have changed. You are no longer the person I value. You accept failure, you become cowardly, you have no courage. You want to prove that I misjudged the person, right?"

"No, I just..."

"Shut up! You soft guy!" Mo Mengchen stopped his rebuttal, "Let me tell you something certain! You have no choice, you must continue to stand on your post, you are our starting power forward! No matter how annoying you or hate this decision, it has nothing to do with me! What really hinders you is not the position and confrontation, but your fragile heart! Your panic knocks you to the ground, and then you just want to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, thinking that this will be free! I tell you, it's not that easy! I chose you, you must give me feedback! From now on, you must either endure, make up your mind, or get out of me!"

After saying that, Mo Mengchen walked into the shower room with a bath towel.

In the locker room, the suffocating atmosphere temporarily disappeared.

For nearly a minute, no one dared to speak out.

Gerald took his stuff and left the locker room, his self-esteem was broken.

Anthony's face was calm and did not express his expression. Such reprimands were daily life in his rookie season - or did you think a beautiful young man with a smile as sweet as a melon turned into a taciturn bitter melon face within two years?

Eddie Curry joked: "My mom actually lied to me. He told me at that time that I was the first player to be selected by my dad!"

But no one can laugh now.
Chapter completed!