"How is that possible?"

Mutombo opened his mouth, looking disbelief.

Hardaway didn't react, he didn't know what had just happened.

Rashid excitedly hugged Mo Mengchen's chest from behind, and his true nature was exposed on the spot.

In the eyes of others, this is a beautiful 21, and in the eyes of those who know the inside story, what just happened is as scary as the explosion in a horror movie and looking back to kill.

Mo Mengchen saw Hill's shocked look and said lightly: "Don't make me seem to have never surprised you."

I admit that the surprise was a bit big.

Hill swallowed, not wanting to pay attention to him, and he still needs some time to digest what just happened.

If the bounce and speed shown by Mo Mengchen is terrifying, then the second foul by Mutombo will have an exciting effect.

The terrifying thing about the no-fly zone built by Mutombo and Cambi is that both of them have the ability to protect the basket at the level of the blocking king, but Cambi's ability to protect the basket is fluctuating.

He loves blocking too much and often forgets that the original intention of blocking is to protect the basket. He pursues blocking just like Westbrook pursues triple-doubles. This pure data pursuit is sometimes not positive, and Mutombo's existence just makes up for his problem.

With African mountains there, he can block any shot wherever he wants. Mutombo is very welcome. With Cambi chasing prey outside, he can protect the penalty area with peace of mind.

Now Mutom is temporarily off the court, and the Knicks' penalty area is handed to Camby.

It can be said that this is the first turning point tonight, and the piston successfully hits it.

Win the start.

Mutombo's departure caused the Knicks' defensive system to collapse in half, and the Pistons were able to lead the opponent 7 points 28-21 before the end of the first quarter.

"What's going on with your bounce?"

At the beginning of the second quarter, Mo Mengchen and Hill were both sitting off the court.

It is difficult for Mo Mengchen to explain by placing it with placing it, because no matter how much he holds it, it is impossible to collect it for five years. After placing it for five years, he found out that he had such a good bounce? This is too unscientific.

"I have no idea."

Since there is no way to explain, I won’t explain it.

"have no idea?"

I have a magic plug-in, can you understand? I mean something like future technology, it's in my mind...

If the truth is revealed, maybe Hill would contact the asylum on the spot to take the person away?

Forget it, he doesn't want to be the first time traveler in history to be taken into a mad asylum.

On the court, Ricky Davis broke through his opponent, passed the ball to Ginobili, and made a three-pointer.

31 to 23

"Speaking of this, there are really many incredible things happening to you," Hill said.

Indeed, the most incredible thing is that you only discovered it now.

"Often people who suffer from your injuries may never play basketball again in their lifetime."

Then Hill started, as if helping Mo Mengchen look back. He said for nearly ten minutes, but he didn't realize that the people around him were not listening to him at all.

"Looking like this, you are such a miracle guy..."

"Good ball!" Mo Mengchen stood up and cheered, "I didn't even miss the shot!"

Davis made a three-pointer just now, 38 to 25.

As long as Pipen is not here, Davis is confident of hitting the Knicks' wings. He is a dangerous figure for the substitute small forwards of other teams in the league because he has the ability to start.

"I said it for a long time, but you didn't listen to a single word?"

Nonsense, I heard at least one sentence, such as the one you just said.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "Yes..."

Mutombo was replaced later, and Penny returned to the field. The talent comparison on the field reversed. Davis was unable to fight such an opponent alone. Ginobili was too young compared to Penny, and the Knicks chased points continuously.

The second quarter ended in the sixth minute, 44 to 36, the Knicks caught up to 8 points, the Pistons requested a timeout and switched back to the starting lineup.

This time they changed into the real starter, and Lauderdale became Ben Wallace.

After playing for a half quarter, the players on the court were all old friends and knew what the referee was tonight. The defense couldn't help but relax and focused its strength on the offense.

Meat grinder teams have methods for meat grinder teams. Even if it is a confrontation of this intensity, they can make the game ugly.

Although there are more fouls, the impact on both sides is only a significant increase in the number of free throws.

Mo Mengchen dribbled with the ball with his left hand and made a violent breakthrough without being called a pick-and-roll, which Hardaway could not stop.

Mutombo was worried about another foul, and the defense was very careful. He let Mo Mengchen swim around their penalty area. When he came outside, the Knicks' defense line had become a mess. No one knew how to develop next. Suddenly, Dor.mo waved his hand and threw a wonderful pass to the basket. Rashid grabbed the basketball with one arm and dunked it.

46 to 36

"It's amazing, dad!" Rashid shouted.

However, the world is full of unreasonable guys.

As if to prove that scoring does not need to be as troublesome as Mo Mengchen, Hadaway brought the ball to the frontcourt, stood like a horse stance with his hands, the ball was in front of his body, and under his crotch, dribbling the ball in a messy manner like a spider web, and suddenly he was ready to bleed on his prey like a ferocious beast.

Mo Mengchen was about to retreat and find defensive space, but the penny pulled it straight from outside the three-point line. His height of 201 cm and his excellent bounce and bounce speed at the same height.

The first defender made a three-pointer directly above Mo Mengchen's head.

39 to 46

"Rashid, is my goal wonderful?" the first guard asked the roaring Heavenly Lord.

Rashid glared at him but did not respond. Hardaway's three-pointer was indeed domineering and there was nothing to say.

Mo Mengchen didn't have the idea of ​​fighting back. They didn't need such an unreasonable attack for the time being. After all, they were the ones who took the lead.

In the frontcourt, Mo Mengchen made an eagle-style attack gesture.

Hill approached to get the ball, and he was the best starting point for the Hawks offense. At the high position on the left wing, no one on the court was more threatening than him.

Both Pipen and Hill need to pay attention to their foul numbers.

They are now both criminals.

Tonight's scale is obviously biased towards offense. Pippen's current situation is more dangerous. He has to defend Hill and avoid fouls, but he hopes to cause the opponent's fouls on this basis.

Sometimes, talent is a double-edged sword.

His almost invincible talent made Hill neglect to polish his skills. He didn't practice reliable long-range shooting until last season.

Since then, he has been sublimated and is now the well-deserved league's No. 1 small forward.

If he polished his skills early, this day would have come earlier.

The talent makes Hill's offense too easy, because no matter whether it is Jordan, Pipen, or any other world-famous defensive elite, in his eyes, breaking the defense of these people only takes two steps.

Start, speed up.

Tonight, this double-edged sword hurts me.

Pippen judged his starting position, moved horizontally to the position, and waited for Hill to come into contact with him and displayed his god-level acting skills in the face of Crawford.

If Mo Mengchen and Pi Peng had not become mortal enemies, he really wanted to ask each other for advice in private.

Without any physical contact, you forced a performance like you were hit by Hill driving a truck. How did you do it, Mr. Pi?

Standing outside, Crawford saw such a rough scene. Even if he was on the offensive side, he would not be able to tolerate Hill's rough behavior.

"Beep!"

"Sir, misunderstanding!" Hill shouted with the ball in one hand and spread it out with the other, "We have no contact at all!"

Crawford's eyes were cold, and his expression as if someone had died in his family had warned Hill: "Let's take another step forward and you will be responsible for the consequences!"

"gentlemen..."

Hill actually tried to reason with the referee who was determined to consolidate his authority.

"Beep!"

Crawford added a t to Hill in a flash.

When Hill saw that this was amazing? He had already taken a foul for no reason, but now he still had to eat t for no reason. He was dissatisfied and wanted to argue with the dead bald man in front of him for 300 rounds.

dor.mo arrived in time and pulled the person away before Hill scored two ts in a row.

"I know it's not your fault." Mo Mengchen said.

Hill was instantly called for one foul and one t. The foul accumulated three personal fouls, and Westfal could not allow him to stay on the court.

Hill wished he could kick the Dura Electrical Appliances billboard in front of him.

The shareholders of the team at the scene stood up and scolded Crawford because the large screen on the scene was clearly displayed. Hill had not even touched Pipen just now.

The error has been made and Crawford will not revoke the judgment.

Hill's three offenders are a foregone conclusion.

Davis didn't expect to return to the court so soon, and it's very likely that he would have more playing time tonight than Hill.
To be continued...