After halftime, what made Mo Mengchen feel the most was his physical fitness.

In order to deal with him, Mo Mengchen had to fight him within the range of tolerance for the referee every round, and this was just the beginning.

Behind Mo Mengchen, Hill and Houston have to switch defenses and make up for defense at any time. They will bring stronger physical contact. Even if Iverson breaks the second blockade again and rushes into the basket, Wallace and Ma Hong, two ruthless inside players, will never let him have a good time.

Even if... he chose to pass the ball, Momonchen, Hill, Houston, and one position, blocking at least three pass routes.

Although the 76ers really want to win, they have no tactics and no flexibility. Johnson Davis is even more useless than Collins, and he can only get rid of the players.

In this case, Iverson needs to spend more energy than usual to deal with various accidents on the field.

As a result, after halftime, he breathed evenly, as if he had just finished warming up.

This terrifying physical energy shocked Mo Mengchen.

If he had come, he would have been exhausted after the half.

There is still a difference between people.

We normal humans should not compare with animals.

Iverson faced the Pistons' heavy targeting alone, and Starkhouse's occasional fire cover, at the end of the first half, the Pistons led 76-48, 8 points ahead of the 76ers.

"We need to solve a lot of problems to win this game. We have sufficient confidence and determination. Please rest assured fans."

In the face of the reporter, the young Iverson said so.

Since then, players from both sides have returned to the player channel.

Mo Mengchen entered the locker room with 8 points, 5 rebounds and 7 assists, and Collins began to seize the so-called opponent's weaknesses he discovered for various analysis.

There is no need for this at all. The 76ers are obviously the duo team of Iverson and Starkhouse. After arranging these two, they won the game.

Just this, he was still silly for a long time.

Just Mo Mengchen and Hill pretended to listen carefully, and the others should do whatever they should do.

"Sir Wise, how is Charles' injury?"

Hill saw the team doctor and asked.

Hearing this, everyone came over and everyone was very concerned about this matter.

The team doctor said: "The hospital's initial diagnosis was a second-degree sprain of the right ankle, but it still needs to wait for the examination results."

"If it is a second-degree sprain, will it be very serious?" Lor asked Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen said: "Depending on the situation, it is possible to rest for half a month or a month."

"Don't think about it, at least for a month." The team doctor complained, "Charles is too heavy. If he returns after resting for half a month, it can only be said that a miracle happened."

Ma Hong looked down on it: "This all requires a miracle?"

The team doctor stared at the rude man who was rude to the team doctor: "Are you questioning me?"

Ma Hong is a bastard, but he also knows who can provoke and who can't. The team doctor is the healthy existence of the players in the department. Even if he is unhappy with his arrogance of self-respecting his identity, he still has to hold it in.

Unless you don’t want someone to become your caring little cotton jacket when you are injured.

Collins cleared his throat and said, "Okay, the only thing we can help Charles is to win this damn game. We have temporarily lost a major firepower. We are going to fight for him now!"

If you really don’t know what to do in the locker room, it’s good to get some chicken blood.

This is Collins' experience, and this sentence is indeed effective. Everyone watched Barkley fight for injury with his own eyes, and everyone hoped to win this game for him.

Houston's tireless run paid off and he began to score.

During the offseason, many people were puzzled by his rejection of the Knicks, which was a bigger stage where his business value and team status would be improved.

Although he signed a bigger contract with the Pistons, he went to the Knicks and in every game, many stars came to cheer on the world stage, and this loss could be earned back in other ways.

At the high position on the left, Houston made a chance, Hill, who attacked at the low position, made the ball, and the former shot.

Starkhouse forced Houston to eat with his back and also hit it.

The same scores, Starkhouse looks even more difficult, and Houston only needs to keep up with the team's pace and keep running to get points.

This round, Momonchen and Houston made an incredible hand-to-hand cooperation.

The incredible thing about this hand-handed cooperation is that Mo Mengchen, who had no ball in his hand, took away Iverson and Starkhouse's defense at the same time, and Houston holding the ball was not cared about!

"What are they doing?"

The angry Philadelphia fan called out.

Starkhouse was washed away by anger. He wanted to defend Momonchen too much.

Mo Mengchen took advantage of his revenge and made a fortune to attract the attention of both of them. Houston made a jump shot.

"You guys dare to challenge that guy with IQ? Don't die at that time, you won't know how to die. He is the most insidious person in the world!" Houston pointed at Mo Mengchen who ran away and smiled.

Hill ran past Houston and said, "I never thought that he had made so many balls for you, but you evaluated him like this."

Houston caught up and said, "Don't tell him..."

"No, my opinion is consistent with you. That guy is definitely the most sinister and shameless person I have ever seen!" Hill whispered.

The two reached a consensus and slapped a high-five on the way back to defense, and they looked really a soulmate.

Starkhouse's anger appeared on his face, and he was now anxious to prove himself, but it turned out to have some friction with Iverson.

He wanted to get the ball, Iverson thought the timing was bad, and the ball ran smoother in his hands.

Where can Jordan's successor listen?

"Jerry, I can't give you the ball now, do you understand?" Iverson said in a deep voice.

Starkhouse looked angry and burst into pieces, not pursuing the matter anymore.

"Do you know what you look like?" Mo Mengchen's trash talk successfully angered Iverson, "The two dogs are fighting for a bone without meat."

"Fuck you!"

Iverson red eyes and gave Mo Mengchen an elbow to the chest at the moment of breaking through. This scene happened under the referee's nose.

Mo Mengchen fell backwards and the whistle sounded.

"Occurrence foul!"

"Are you wrong? This is also a foul!"

Fans complained.

Mo Mengchen, who succeeded in the conspiracy, had no expression on his face;

Iverson, who suffered a great loss, showed anger.

Starkhouse wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but Iverson's expression scared him.

His instinctive fear made him know that it was not the time to pour cold water.

"I've said a long time ago that your poisonous mouth should speak more to the enemy, which is more effective than any tactic." Hill complained, "You can't always point your poisonous mouth at our comrades who are willing to block bullets for you."

He seemed to have some complaints?

Am I mean to him?

Mo Mengchen grabbed his hand and stood up and said, "If your brains are more intelligent, I don't have to worry about it."

"Do you think anyone can be as insidious as you?"

"I really didn't expect there would be so many idiots around me," Mo Mengchen whitened the Devil Mountain, "especially you, you are simply a benchmark idiot."

Sometimes, words can really be regarded as swords and guns. For example, now, Hill urgently hopes that Mo Mengchen will die on the spot.

Although Hill was attacked by Mo Mengchen, he was not vague in his cooperation.

"Can idiot cover up like me?"

Hill helped Houston to get in.

"Can idiots pick-and-roll like me?" Hill complained, "Let me know clearly!"

Mo Mengchen took advantage of Hill's pick-and-roll and walked to the right. Almost at the same time, the 76ers' defense came.

They wanted to kill Mo Mengchen in the corner. This position happened to be right, and many people ignored Mo Mengchen's luck control skills.

Before the two-way double-climbing was formed, Mo Mengchen exerted force under his feet, and his right hand pushed the racket to the right, and his body rotated like a tornado, breaking the double-climbing that had not yet formed, and violently pouring into the three-point line.

“Is this Dor.Mo?”

"Can he dribble like this?"

Mo Mengchen saw Coleman who was malicious to him and his steps were rising. At this moment, the once glorious No. 1 pick in the 90-year rank was shaken away by him.

In order to do this, Mo Mengchen lost his center of gravity.

At this point, the most correct way is to pass the ball.

Usually, Mo Mengchen didn't think about it and just passed it on, but now, he needs to stab the 76ers in the heart.

His body was unbalanced, so he used "soft as boneless" to maintain the center of gravity, and held the ball with his right hand and spit it upwards.

"Bang!"
To be continued...