In the five preseason games in Las Vegas, the Pistons won 3 wins and 2 losses, thus determining the final roster.

The opening match of the 1995-1996 NBA new season kicked off on November 1. The Pistons were at home, and the opponent was the Atlanta Hawks.

If Mo Mengchen remembers correctly, this Hawks should have entered the playoffs this season and reached the second round. It can be said to be a strong army in the East.

Their chief scorer is Steve Smith, an All-Star player who can contribute 20 points per game. As for the others, except for Kristen Letterner, the king of NCAA, who beat O'Neal to be selected as the Dream One, Mo Mengchen has no impression.

The day before the opening game, the team distributed game day tickets to each player.

Holding this ticket, the player's family can come to the front seat to watch the game. This is also a way to motivate the players. There are many data to prove that fighting in front of the family, the players will perform more hard because everyone wants to show their best side in front of the dearest person.

Mo Mengchen got a ticket.

He held the ticket in his hand and didn't know who to give it to.

After returning home, he wanted to hand over the ticket to Ephraim himself, but she was not at home and Adrian was not there, so he had to stuff an extra piece of paper on the ticket and put it in through the crack of the door.

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"Tonight, Auburn Hill is full of people. You should know what this means. Fans don't want us to lose."

Doug Collins hoped that his words could inspire the players, and he tried to say a few words of chicken soup. Anyway, his tactics were just a few, and there was nothing to say.

Tonight, the Pistons' starting lineup is Dumas, Hill, Houston, Otis Thorpe, and Terry Mills.

As for their opponents, they sent Muchi Brelock, Steve Smith, Grant Long, Stacey Ogmon and Kristen Leitner.

Mo Mengchen sat on the bench and observed quietly.

It is not surprising that Leitner easily defeated Mills in the jump ball. Even the Pistons' home commentator said: "We have the worst jump ball in the league without any suspense."

The game starts with an ordinary back-playing game to open up the situation.

Grant Long's back-on attack restrained the Pistons' defense, Thorpe could completely block him, but Houston seemed to be more willing to open the curtain of the season with a beautiful interception.

He took the risk of turning back to the paint area and wanted to intercept the ball. His every move was seen by his opponent. The pass was only instantly, and the ball came to the hands of the Eagles' most dangerous player.

Smith made a three-pointer.

"What kind of defense is this?"

As a member of the Bad Boys Legion back then, it is inevitable that Vinier Johnson would complain about such a defense.

Beside him, Rudy Lambert, a professional commentator from ESPN, showed no mercy at all: "Alan Houston made a stupid defensive demonstration."

Mo Mengchen sat off the court, and even if his teammates acted extremely ugly, he had to keep watching.

First, Hill dribbles alone and encounters two people defending. When he comes, he will get a jump shot. It would be strange if he can make a move.

The Hawks took advantage of Grant Lang's low post to attack Thorpe's defense - Old Thorpe is no longer the same. He is old and is no longer the knife guard who escorted Dameng. Faced with the impact of the young man, he was a little overwhelmed. The opponent leaned against him and scored directly.

Dumas reacted quickly, dribbling the ball quickly to the frontcourt, pulled up a ball, and hit the Hawks with a poor reaction, and got the Pistons' first point of the season.

Collins was chewing gum in his mouth, and even though the team was acting in a mess, he didn't react. In his opinion, this was normal.

"Mo, don't you think we are fighting in a mess?" Lor asked.

If even Lore could see that the game was very chaotic, then these people who played the game should have a good reflection.

"Shut up and feel it with your heart." Mo Mengchen said.

At this time, the Eagles played the essence of their entire tactical system: the second and third tactics.

The cover of two people and one person restrained them at the bottom line created a chance for Smith to beat Dumas Jr., who completed the attack with a strong 21.

Wilkens has coached since 1969. For decades, his tactics have only one core, simply put, two or three.

The core concept of this system is: three people on the court serve the other two.

But there is no specific tactical arrangement, it is a concept, a soul, a style.

With such a system, Wilkens became the first coach in NBA history to win. Now, he is getting older, but his control over the team is beyond the reach of ordinary coaches.

The Hawks' game was well organized and they could be seen as a group.

And what about the Pistons? From top to bottom, they are not like a team with an overall team. Their coach Doug Collins, one of their most famous tactics is: you all pull the ball away and give the ball to Jordan.

Under Collins, Jordan scored 3865, 3555, 3288 in three seasons respectively.

His tactics are star tactics, which any coach can play.

In the Bulls, he had Jordan, and he reached the semi-finals with such tactics at most. In the Pistons, he only had one Hill, and he played such tactics. The result is conceivable.

"The Pistons requested a pause, and this is the first pause they called tonight."

"I think this pause is too late."

When Collins called the timeout, the Pistons were already 8 points behind.

At this time, the first quarter has passed.

They were beaten to pieces at home, unable to defend themselves from the outside, no deterrence in the inside, and Hill had no feel, so the situation could not be worse.

Collins didn't know how to describe this feeling. He had ambitions and finally fired Don Cheney, persuaded the senior management not to recruit new head coaches. He served as the team's general manager and head coach. He asked for a military order.

Bringing the team into the playoffs is his lowest goal this season, and the spirit that the team has shown now is not something a playoff team should have.

"Mo, you replace JD, Theo, we need your defense!"

"coach..."

Collins was setting up, and Momonchen spoke.

"Do you have any objection?" Collins was anxious now, and he asked unhappily when he heard Mo Mengchen had something to say.

Momonchen said: "We need Theo's defense, but we also need Terry's range."

"He didn't score a three-pointer tonight." Collins shook his head. Mills made three three-pointers before, all of which were wasted.

Mo Mengchen did not insist. He had no weight yet and could only provide some advice. Whether Collins listened or not was another matter.

"Rookie, be careful of Muqi. His defense is very strong, different from Lynch." Hill said.

Mo Mengchen knew that Much Brelock, or that most fans of his era, had heard of this player who looked seven points similar to Jordan but had completely different styles.

"You go to the low position."

As soon as he came up, Mo Mengchen gave Hill an unquestionable order.

"But the coach wants me..."

Hill remembered Collins' order that he asked Hill to use his shooting on the periphery to open up space for the team. If the opponent's defensive intensity increases, he will make a breakthrough and break through.

"Your high shot tonight is not threatening, we can't count on you. If you don't go to the low post, your role on the court is not even as good as that stupid block."

Momonchen looked at Alan Houston who was squirting trash with Smith.

"Look, Detroit sent their 18th pick in the first round of this year, from Melbourne, Australia... Mo, I heard that he is also a doctor at St. Lucifer Hospital." Lambert briefly introduced Momonchen.

As a famous Piston, Johnson doesn't like Momonchen very much.

"I always feel that he is like Grant Hill, without the tough character of the Pistons." Johnson muttered.

Lambert smiled and said, "I just hope he can finish the game healthily and see his injury history. It would be a crazy adventure for the Pistons to choose him with this pick."

"Don't be careful with your legs!"

The front row audience muttered loudly.

It doesn't sound like a kind-hearted reminder, mostly old fans who have followed the Pistons all the way from the bad boys' era, and like Vinier Johnson, they like tough players.

Judging from the appearance, Mo Mengchen is not tough at all.

"Calm down, all you have to do is to close these messages." Houston came over and reminded him.

"You still need to say it?" Mo Mengchen said lightly.

Houston became more and more sad and angry: "Damn rookie, I'm thinking about you!"

"If you really think about me, then I have a reluctance," Mo Mengchen pointed at Smith, "Can you defend him?"

Houston's defense is qualified among star players, but asking him to lock an All-Star is really embarrassing him.

At this moment, he didn't care about the unrealistic goal, and responded: "Even Michael Jordan, I'll be fucking guarding it for you to see!"

Mo Mengchen walked onto the field and prepared to serve.

This time it is not a confrontation or training, it is a real NBA regular season.

"Don't, come on!"

Ephraim brought Adrian to the scene, but unfortunately their voices were too small than the flood-like cry at the scene. Mo Mengchen could not see them or hear them.

Ratliff sent the ball.

Mo Mengchen held the ball with both hands, stretched out his index finger with his left hand and raised it: "Stay steady, score this goal slowly!"

Brelock knew that Mo Mengchen was a rookie and had heard some rumors about him, but he didn't take this rookie to heart.

Let me tell you how dangerous the NBA is to you!

His defense was about to push up, but Mo Mengchen's ball was passed out.
Chapter completed!