When the final whistle sounded in the third quarter, 20,000 spectators cheered in unison at the target center.

They have reason to be happy.

From the first round of the game, the Timberwolves were in the lead, with the Pistons chasing the score difference to 6 points and falling behind by 15 points at most.

Tonight, after the three quarters, the Timberwolves led the Pistons by 14 points.

Mark Jackson said: "As long as the Timberwolves persist for another 12 minutes, they can end the rule of the Pistons, thus opening up a whole new era!"

"Dor.mo performed poorly due to injury, but the Timberwolves were extremely strong. Even if they lost Bruce Bowen, they still had the opportunity to defeat the Pistons and create their own era!"

The ratings of this game are like the atmosphere on the scene, warm, excited and uplifting.

The Pistons' rule may be ended, and basketball fans or not want to witness this moment.

Therefore, the ratings of this game exceeded the 7th tiebreak between the Pistons and the Lakers in 2001, and the fifth game between the Pistons and the KK Lakers in 2004, bringing the NBA's single-game ratings record to a brand new peak.

Whether the myth continues or the legend ends, most people like to join in the fun.

Mo Mengchen played 24 minutes in the third quarter, scoring 10 points, 6 rebounds and 5 assists.

If he is not a dor.mo, this data can be considered excellent for most non-star starting guards.

But who made him dor.mo?

He did not score a miraculous 25 points in a single quarter with one foot like the Pistons' legendary Smiling Assassin. He acted like an ordinary wounded man, and his magic that turned decay into magic was disappearing.

Being 14 points behind and the last quarter is left, it is difficult to win back away.

But it is not impossible.

If Mo Mengchen is healthy, not to mention 14 points, even 20 points, Pistons fans will also have confidence.

But tonight, God seemed to have the intention to see the Pistons fail. They took away the Dor.mo who had saved the team at critical moments for eleven years and put the success or failure of the finals, the survival of the dynasty, and all hopes on the young people.

Frauses looked at Mo Mengchen who was slowly walking down the field. He could see that the torture of his knee injury had exhausted him.

——"Mo, will you appear tonight?"

Today, when Mo Mengchen and Hill suddenly appeared in his office, he asked this. In fact, he wanted to hear Mo Mengchen's negative answer, but he did not.

Neither a positive answer nor a negative answer.

"I can fight," Mo Mengchen said, "fight for three quarters."

Frauses didn't understand at the time: "Why?"

"I'm not relieved." Mo Mengchen said at last.

——So, can Mo Mengchen feel at ease with young people until now?

Being 14 points behind, only the last quarter is left. In the key quarter of life and death, can he really feel at ease to hand over the game?

Mo Mengchen patted his chest: "Relax, Adam."

Frauses stood still. He now wanted to hand over the work that belonged to the coach to Mo Mengchen, which was their appointment.

As the head coach, it is a risk to suddenly hand over the coaching right. This year is his first year in coaching the Pistons. If the Pistons dynasty is cut off from his hands, he will be blamed. Even if the key factor in the team's loss is not him, others will put the blame on him.

He is a coach, how can he hand over command to the players?

Mo Mengchen slowly walked to his teammates, and everyone looked at him.

"I won't play in the fourth quarter."

After Mo Mengchen said that, everyone's expressions changed differently, most of them were shocked, and a few were relieved, only Curry looked confused.

"Why?" Curry asked, "Dad, you can still fight! Even if you can't attack, your experience and command ability can also help us a lot..."

Mo Mengchen interrupted him.

"You guys want to know why? Of course, I will tell you." Mo Mengchen said, "because I injured my meniscus in the collision between Game5 and Bruce Bowen. If you idiots hadn't lost the sixth game, I wouldn't have made a comeback!"

Hearing this, everyone's faces were dull.

"I thought I was Superman, but I wasn't." The severe pain was tormenting him. In front of these young people, Mo Mengchen forced himself to act indomitable and determined. "I was in great pain, unable to attack or defend, I could no longer play the game, I could only rely on you next."

Losing dor.mo, do they still have hope?

The young man felt confused and showed as if he had lost hope.

"Listen to me," Mo Mengchen paused, "There is a hidden rule in the hospital: never heal your family."

Mo Mengchen smiled faintly and said, "It's easier said than done. In the end, we will treat our families, even if they just have some minor problems."

"In some extreme cases, such as now, I have no choice, you are the only one who can help me. Sadly, when my family is in a car accident, I have to hand over my family to an inexperienced doctor. You are lucky, and I am lucky, because there is no one who is better suited to save this game and save me than you. You are experienced and win every battle. You have a chance to save me now, but I have no chance to save my family. I envy you. So don't waste time doubting yourself, you know what to do, I believe you."

After Mo Mengchen finished speaking, the referee came over to remind them to prepare to play.

"Do you have any questions?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Anthony asked, "Who is on the stage for you?"

Mo Mengchen's eyes fell on Prince: "Tyshaun, come."

Having said that, Mo Mengchen's teammates were together.

Curry was the last one to go on stage, and he glanced at Mo Mengchen.

"Eddie, do you know who you are?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Curry shook his head slightly.

"Then find the answer on the field."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen sat down slowly.

Hill witnessed all the stories that happened during the break during the holidays. Mo Mengchen had never been so approachable. He found that he might not know this old partner who had fought side by side for twelve years.

"Do you really believe them?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen sat peacefully in his position: "Of course."

"Although dor.mo's combat power is not as good as before, he can indeed drive the morale of the whole team. If he cannot play, the Pistons will never be able to turn the tables."

"I believe that Dor.mo wants to play more than anyone else. If he doesn't play, he will definitely be unable to play. It seems that his injury is more serious than we think."

Mo Mengchen's injury was mentioned in the commentary seat, and the fourth quarter game began.

Whether Mo Mengchen plays or not, the Timberwolves will play step by step. They are determined to win this game and create a new era.

O'Neal raised his hand high and asked James to pass the ball over, and he wanted to beat Curry hard.

O'Neal received the ball and he launched the attack with all his might.

The shark hit Curry hard. The magical thing was that he was thinking about not how to stop the shark's offensive, but the question Mo Mengchen asked him during the break-up-"So, I want to ask, who are you?"

Obviously, everyone knows that I am Eddie Curry, so who is Eddie Curry?

A talented high school student?

Dor.mo's sheltered children?

A coward who can't resist the shark at all?

Countless questions intertwined Curry's mind, and the shark knocked him to the ground hard.

"Beep!"

"It turned out to be an offensive foul!"

There were a lot of booing at the scene, and Curry was suspected of pretending to fall.

Curry didn't use his heart to defend just now. He wandered around the world and thought about things that were completely unrelated to the game.

"Good job, Eddie." Ginobili threw the ball to him.

Curry sent the ball, ran to the frontcourt, and played a pick-and-roll for Ginobili at the top of the arc.

The Argentine broke through with the situation, and the Shark was in a dilemma. He could neither let Curry go nor ignore Ginobili. Although he is an adult, this is a multiple-choice question that cannot be chosen all of them.

O'Neal, who couldn't make a choice, didn't care about anyone. Ginobili broke through the Timberwolves' defense, passed the ball, and Curry made a three-pointer outside the arc top three-point line.

73 to 84

"Eddie Curry's three-pointer, he is quite skilled."

Curry ran back and looked at Mo Mengchen. No one knew what energy could be conveyed when the eyes were connected.

I am Eddie Curry, a talented high school student, and the best center in the league. And, undoubtedly, I am the future of the Pistons!

James dribbled the ball to the frontcourt and broke through vertically, and was as powerful as a storm, completely penetrated the first line of defense on the outside. Anthony and Ginobili didn't have time to make up for it, and he was about to succeed in attacking.

The audience cheered because the little emperor's attack was unstoppable. Until James jumped up, no one believed that he would be stopped. As a result, someone was determined to stop him!

The future of the Pistons - Eddie Curry shouted angrily and jumped out of the side, with amazing height, pressed his hands and ruthlessly blocked the Dunk of the Chosen.

Not over yet!

The ball should have been out of bounds, and the Timberwolves re-served. Ginobili didn't want it to end. If such a thrilling block could be used and turned into a counterattack score, the blow to the Timberwolves morale would be incalculable. He jumped, regardless of his own safety, and held the ball that had already flown out of bounds with one hand, staring intently, flipped his right hand and hooked the frontcourt, because he knew that their Mr. Bitter Melon, Cameron Anthony, was ready!

oh～～～

The audience was wailing!
To be continued...