Houston's replacement of Mark Jackson's impact on the game was that the Pacers' position Momonchen's offense and defense tactics went bankrupt.

Jackson raised his fat ass and trampled Houston to death. The latter would be like Momonchen, but he didn't need to resist it either.

The consumption of back-attack is extremely high. He cannot play like this every round. Even if he insists on playing like this, his physical strength will decrease. If there is physical strength problems, his offensive efficiency will not be as high as at the beginning. Therefore, every back-attack must be calculated well.

If you can't hit Mo Mengchen, Jackson won't have to be so desperate for his back.

As for Momonchen, Miller is obviously a tougher opponent than Jackson, but he doesn't have the huge ass of the latter.

Miller is good at projecting and likes to run without the ball. If he keeps running, it will also bring great consumption to Mo Mengchen.

But since it's running, there must be traces to follow.

He could not have drawn a route for himself in order to get rid of his position. Not to say whether he could do it or not, Brown would not allow such a thing to happen.

Tactics are holistic. If one person makes mistakes, everyone will make mistakes.

Miller successfully ran a tactic in front of Mo Mengchen, because no matter how he ran, the latter always followed him like a shadow and could not get rid of it like a rubber band. His defense was not too strong, and he just couldn't get rid of it.

Miller has considerable confidence in running positions. Every commentator, expert, and opponent who introduces him will praise his running positions, but he is unable to get rid of Mo Mengchen now.

"What kind of evil magic did your mother use?" Miller shouted angrily.

Mo Mengchen pressed him tightly: "Your position is like a child playing house. Who can you get rid of?"

"Damn it!" Miller elbowed and Mo Mengchen fell backwards.

"Beep!"

It was too obvious, with no dead corners and no one blocked it. This elbow almost happened in front of the referee, and they immediately gave Miller a malicious foul.

Mo Mengchen looked up and looked at Miller's face that was more stinky than shit, saying mockingly: "When you have no choice, violence is the only way for idiots like you to vent. I understand, but that doesn't mean I won't fight back."

"What did you say?"

The referee has made a malicious foul. What else do he want?

That was a fucking two free throws. If he could, he even hoped that he was the one being attacked.

Like most players, Miller will hurt his opponent because of his emotions, but he will regret it afterwards. He has paid the price for that irrational behavior. He thought the other party should be satisfied, but it is obvious that the other party does not intend to expose the matter.

Miller didn't know what kind of petty he had provoked, and he didn't think the other party could do anything to him.

Mo Mengchen stood up and stood on the free throw line.

Two free throws.

Mo Mengchen first found several camera positions at the scene. He didn't want to be photographed with an attack, and then paid attention to the referee's position.

Remember these threats and making small moves is much easier.

In fact, it is not difficult to hurt others at all, especially as a doctor, who once had a way to KO Miller on the spot, so that he could not play the game without causing a bad impact.

He wouldn't do that because it's boring.

"Otis!"

Thorp's old face collapsed. He was too familiar with the position and knew Mo Mengchen's intention to call him that.

He has the best pick-and-roll among the Pistons' personnel, the largest cover area and the widest body. This body can block the referee's vision for him and prevent them from seeing what is going on here.

"Silly trash, I want to see how you treat me...ah~~!"

Miller screamed, Mo Mengchen suddenly moved forward, and his elbow hit his cheek with a hard blow. His instinct made him turn and just hit Thorpe's body.

He was hit in front of him and had no power to resist. Thorpe's pick-and-roll gave him the last blow, and Miller fell to the ground, his eyes blurred.

In the eyes of the referee, Thorpe made a high-quality pick-and-roll, and they did not see Mo Meng dust coming out.

"asshole!"

They didn't see it, but the fans nearby saw it.

The sound at the scene was like the waves exhaled from the vast ocean, almost swallowing the stadium. Mo Mengchen got rid of Miller and cut straight into the paint area, and received the ball and made a layup with his left hand to score.

This goal gave the Pistons a 6-point lead.

Larry Brown called a pause with a pale face, wondering why Miller was lying on the ground and "pretending to be dead".

This was a misunderstanding of Miller. His consciousness was blurred for more than ten seconds, and finally Jackson patted his face before he could recover.

"That bastard!"

"That sinister and despicable Australian, I'm going to fuck him to death!"

"I want the fuck X to know who is here!"

Miller was furious.

"What happened?" Collins couldn't figure out the situation.

Everyone looked at Mo Mengchen and Thorp in unison.

Mo Mengchen drank Gatorade and said, "I am just fighting back against the evil forces."

Thorp looked confused and doubted his life. He thought that he entered the league in 1984 and as a representative of blue-collar players, he never gave the 84 Diamond Generation a shame. Why did he become a rookie's bad helper?

"Mo, you've passed some time," Thorpe said.

Mo Mengchen said: "I'm just fighting back."

"He has eaten a vicious criminal."

Thorpe believes Miller has paid the price, and Momonchen's counterattack will only lead to more fierce revenge.

Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I don't like others to help me get justice the most. The referee gave him a bad crime because of the rules, not to help me. I just did what I should do. If he doesn't stop, then let's see who will be carried down first."

Thorpe's heart was trembling. Did the young man know how terrible he was talking about?

"Mo, we need you." Collins was worried that Mo Mengchen would be sent off.

"Smart people have smart people's ways, don't compare me to that crazy monkey."

After saying that, Mo Mengchen glanced at Miller in the distance with disdain, and the other party was also staring at him.

Mo Mengchen's actions caused his teammates to have a question many times: Is this guy really a doctor?

It is said that doctors have a kind heart, and this guy is simply the opposite.

Severe tongue, cruel, mean, vicious, and vengeful.

Will any doctor take the initiative to hurt others on the court? Even if he is fighting back? Can't he transform into justice like other doctors and repay grudges with kindness?

"Don't, come down and rest."

Collins doesn't want the situation to expand, and replacing Mo Mengchen is the only way to change ***********The time for the change has not come yet."

Momeng Dust Path.

"No, I can't let you and Reggie Miller fire and, you come down and rest." Collins gave clear and clear instructions.

"Coach, when did you change to a firefighter?"

After mockingly speaking, Mo Mengchen took the towel from Lore and walked to the scene to sit down.

If you mess with him, you won't even let the coach go...

Hill and Houston were stunned. Who was Collins? The person who brought Jordan was also the No. 1 pick in the player era - I didn't expect it? Doug Collins was the No. 1 pick in 1973 - can be said to be a complete successful person with a deep resume.

"Is there anything in this world that scares him?" Hill asked.

"It shouldn't be, this is a lunatic!" Houston said.

Dumas replaced the field: "I didn't expect it to be played early because of this reason...Alan, please change the position, I can't guard against Reggie Miller."

"Understand." Houston nodded.

Collins was standing on the sidelines, and at this time, his heart was not on the game.

Mo Mengchen gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

Jordan? Something.

But it is not exactly similar. He has Jordan's meanness, but he does not oppress the people around him as crazy as the latter.

He is very strong, extremely strong. He is not even the top four players in the team, but he is just able to command others, and he is always right.

He is only in the first grade and dares to contradict me after only a few starters...

Thinking of this, Collins was a little worried.

If he continues to improve, his influence and prestige will inevitably become greater and greater. With his personal effect, where can the Pistons have the position to speak at that time?

"Mo, you should apologize to Doug." Joe Lynch came to Mo Mengchen and said.

Mo Mengchen asked, "What did I do wrong?"

"What you did just now was detrimental to his majesty." Lynch said.

Mo Mengchen said: "His adjustments damage the team's morale." "No, he just doesn't want you to face Reggie Miller who is fully fired." Lynch said.

"Do you think I'm afraid? I have nothing to be afraid of, look..."

At this time, Miller ran away in an open position and shot a three-pointer.
To be continued...