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Chapter 83 Not Even Wrong(1/2)

Jim Jackson failed to get the ball and had to continue playing the wooden man in the corner.

Kidd beat Marshburn for the third time.

Bill Walton frowned and expressed confusion to Kidd, a young man from UCLA: "Why does Jason believe so much in Jamal's low-post offense? Even if Jamal's low-post offense is very strong, he doesn't have to play like this every round."

Mo Mengchen was too far apart to double-team. The second Pistons player closest to Mashburn was Thorpe.

He is an inside player, and double-teaming needs to be cautious, because if Marshburn gives him a good pass space, he will pat his butt and pass. Once an inside player who is undefensive receives the ball, he will basically not mess up unless he is disabled.

Thorpe's hesitation led to Hill having no help. He was not good at defending at low posts, but only knew some simple hard tips.

Hard top is the least skilled defense. For the sake of fans' understanding, some commentators call this defense method "top defense". In fact, there is no basketball term.

To defend yourself means to push yourself to the death and try your best to push yourself to the death.

Marshburn pushed Hill's body into the paint area, turned around and shook, and Devil Mountain jumped up to block the block. His jump was too direct, and even his opponent did not expect this Duke top student to be so easy to deceive.

The next second, Mashburn caused Hill to foul and played cricket at the basket.

"Beautiful!" said Albert, "Jason Kidd's trust was rewarded, and Jamal succeeded!"

Before Marshburn's free throw, Momonchen stood outside the three-point line, and Thorpe took the initiative to come to him.

Seeing Thorpe walk over, Terry Mills followed him somehow.

This was the first time he attended Mo Mengchen's small meeting during the suspension.

As for Hill and Houston, these two people were still wearing airs and never came to have a meeting.

"You made a mistake and double-teaming should be decisive. Grant's small body can't stop him at all!" Mo Mengchen said.

Thorp said: "I'm worried about him passing the ball."

"Terry is not a dead person, so what if he passes the ball?" Mo Mengchen glanced at Mills. It was time for him to express his opinion.

Mills clenched his fist and said, "That's right, as long as he dares to pass the ball, I will dare to cover him! I really don't believe he has this courage!"

Thorp said: "I understand, this ball is mine."

"It was yours."

The meeting was over, and Thorpe and Mills returned to their place.

Thorpe was helpless. After playing thousands of games, he was called out by a rookie all day long.

What's even more painful is that although he always instructs himself to do that, there is always a voice in his heart that constantly reminds him: Be obedient, he is right.

Listen to him, you will definitely not be wrong.

Thorpe entered the league at an interesting point, and he was in the same era as the best small forward in history, the best point guard in history, the second best point guard in history, the most honored center in history, and the best player in history, and he has seen too many outstanding people.

They are all unique and have one or another.

However, Thorpe is very sure that none of them established their position as Momonchen, like him, before the season starts.

Without a game, the old ball skin in the team was able to bow down and everyone was at ease.

This kind of overflowing leadership temperament is rare.

He will definitely have an unusual career.

Thorpe thought to himself.

"Swish!"

Marsh made a penalty, 3 to 4.

At the beginning of his career, Kidd's selling point was his organization and defense. Unfortunately, what Mo Mengchen is now seeing is an ace dependent who can only pass the ball to Marshburn and let Marshburn play on his back.

Could it be that Kidd at this point in time has really not shown his extraordinary nature?

Mo Mengchen was thinking this way, and the dribble came to Kidd. This was their first positional battle and offensive and defense exchange since the beginning of the game.

Kidd's defense is very aggressive, and comes faster than Momonchen's tactical gesture.

It's so fierce. If Mo Mengchen hadn't reacted quickly, the ball controlled by his right hand would have been snatched away directly.

Mo Mengchen paused, stuck Kidd's stealing hand, crossed the ball under his crotch, and moved the ball with his left hand. It was also the moment Kidd launched a fierce defense that his left side naturally leaked out of the gap.

Mo Mengchen could dodge his right hand to steal, so he could naturally grasp the flaw of this left hand.

Things went smoothly, and Mo Mengchen always felt something strange was revealed.

Kidd's defense was torn apart, and the weirdness surfaced. Marshburnru suddenly flashed in front of him, which was shocked by Mo Mengchen's pace. Kidd behind him reacted, took out his ball and scored a counterattack.

5 to 4

"Your left hand doesn't look as bad as the legendary one."

Kidd dominated the trap, and through this trap, he saw what Momonchen had been covering up.

It was also through this round that Mo Mengchen also knew that his opponent was not a gangster with just a name.

"My left hand is definitely not a weakness compared to your shot."

Mo Mengchen's words were thorny and gently stabbed Kid.

"Damn it!"

Hill was fed up with being knocked away by Marshburn constantly with his butt.

He will also bump back.

"Mo!"

His position was not stuck, but his hand was raised.

Mo Mengchen didn't look closely and felt that the space was opened and he could hit the back. With the shooting technique on the periphery of the piston, they would definitely not dare to double-team it.

Therefore, he lifted the ball out without any warning.

Mo Mengchen ignored a few things: This is the home court of the Mavericks, Hill's position is not firmly stuck, how could it be so simple to spread out? Why didn't Kidd stop it?

Mashburn, who was suppressed by Hill, seemed to be a beast leaping out of the grass and snatched the ball from Hill's hand.

"What are you doing?"

Houston was really eye-opening today. The two most stable players in the team made mistakes in the beginning?

Is it time for me to turn over and become my master?

Kidd's body looked at Dunshi, and when he started to fight back, it was devastating to a weight-deficient defender like Mo Mengchen.

Even though Mo Mengchen is 197 cm tall, even if his strength reaches the level of excellence in the outside line, it is still not enough to see in front of Kidd.

Kidd closed the ball in the frontcourt, knocked it away, and scored a layup.

"Jason!"

"Jason!"

"Jason!"

The fans in the team stadium were crazy.

"Jason Kidd taught Dor.Mo a lesson!"

"I hope Dor.Mo remembers this ball. His future is still growing. Please practice your body well!"

Collins had a calm face. No matter what Kidd burst Momontchen into, he would not replace anyone.

To train players, being beaten is also one of the ways to exercise. Mo Mengchen has gone too smoothly along the way, and someone really needs to beat him.

If possible, Collins even hopes that the Magician will play in this era, so that he can find a lifelong enemy for Mo Mengchen, the rookie who can only rank third in the world.

7 to 4

Kidd rarely said anything, and he fought back, and he passed by Mo Mengchen silently.

"Sorry, don't, I..."

"What ball do you want if you don't get stuck?" Mo Mengchen scolded.

Generally speaking, teammates need to comfort each other, but Mo Mengchen never comforts others. If he admits his mistake, he will be scolded by him.

Hill is used to it, and he also has something to say: "I don't get stuck in the right position. Is there any problem, so are you okay? You don't observe carefully enough!"

It is true that this is true, but it makes no sense.

It's like a player made one of three free throws tonight, but they lost one point that night. Can he blame him for not getting those two goals?

"What you mean is that if your position is not stuck in the future, can I ignore you who want the ball?" Mo Mengchen asked coldly.

"Damn it, can't you be wrong?" Hill said unhappily and went forward again.

Mo Mengchen was naturally wrong, but he felt that the main reason for the mistake was Hill. If he suppressed the victims like a rapist, how could there be so many things? He just now was a typical example of being forced/rapist but being slandered.

"Stop quarreling, okay? If Grant doesn't work, give me the ball and I can attack too." Houston suggested.

As a result, Mo Mengchen really gave him the ball.

Houston was disassembled by a pick-and-roll, and Momonchen hit the ground at an angle and successfully passed it to his hands.

The King of Central Tender raised his finger and the ball entered again.
To be continued...
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