The public opinion caused by Hill's words has not affected the Pistons yet because they are winning streaks, and these things cannot cause trouble to them.

But if there is no trouble now, it does not mean there will never be one, because they will always lose.

The next night.

Battle with the Jazz.

The Jazz has the most precise movements, the master with the strongest handling of the ball, and the core and characters with the strongest execution ability. What effect will the offense composed of these people play? It is one word: precision.

On the basis of precision, they are practitioners of iron-blooded defense in the 1990s.

High-intensity confrontation, black elbows within the rule range, can't be stopped, and the fouls are extremely fierce, these are all things that the Pistons are not good at dealing with.

Facing such an enemy, they fell behind by 15 points in the first half.

The Jazz specially sent Brian Russell to guard Mo Mengchen, and gave him a high confrontation throughout the game, which made him lose all his touch.

Hill lost himself in the Pistons' high confrontation and fierce fouls.

The only person on the team who performed normally was Alan Houston. If it weren't for him, the game would have entered garbage time in half.

"The Jazz showed us the strength of a super strong team."

"From now on, I will be a supporter of the Jazz, who have shown the strongest combat power in the West tonight!"

Final game: The Jazz slaughtered the Pistons 108-77 with 31 points.

Houston scored 27 points in the whole game, and if it weren't for him, the game tonight would be even more embarrassing.

Malone scored a terrifying 3918, plus Stockton's 1515. Compared with them, the two Pistons commanders, Hill and Mo Mengchen, combined with 24 points and 14 assists.

“We had some problems tonight,” Hill explained, “Utah is harder than us. They are all very old and have been fighting in a mature system for many years. They are more skilled than us, and we are still adapting to the new system.”

Mo Mengchen was much more direct than him: "There is no excuse, except Alan, the rest of us beat like shit."

The effect this incident caused is also terrible.

What Hill said a few days ago has now become the salt on the wound.

"The attack lost its effect, and the piston began to stop and fall into the abyss."

"If they could determine the direction in the offseason, they should be able to control the running and bombing now. Unfortunately, Doug Collins' favorite thing to do is to cram the moment. It's not his fault. I just feel sorry for Dor.Mo and Grant Hill."

"It can be seen that Grant has a lot of resentment. He is the person who sacrificed the most for this system. Now he still needs to work hard to integrate into this system."

"So, what is Doug Collins doing? He made a ridiculous deal throughout the offseason and then signed with Buckley? If we could ignore Dor.Mo's surgery on Buckley himself, it was Doug's credit, but it wasn't. Without Dor.Mo, Charles would go to Houston, New York, but he would never come to Motor City."

Mark Jones, the chief assistant coach under Collins, was fanning the flames: "The current system is very suitable for the team, but there is no system that can be started immediately. Unfortunately, we were not prepared for the offseason."

Negative comments about Collins were overwhelming, and he was almost overwhelmed.

The next day's training

Before training, Collins summoned the players with a gloomy face: "From today, everyone is not allowed to accept interviews in private!"

This hard requirement is aimed at Jones, and his words in the media embarrassing Collins.

The angry head coach swept around Hill and Mo Mengchen. He knew that Hill could not be blamed. He was unintentional and he was just used by reporters.

But if he hadn't had such a big mouth, none of these things would have happened.

In the subsequent confrontation, Zina McLan, who served as the referee, was completely tilted towards the black team where Mo Mengchen was.

No matter how big the Black Team did, his whistle didn't sound, and Hill's White Team would immediately whistle if it gave a little confrontation.

Such an unbalanced call made Mo Mengchen and the others beat 10 to 0 in a few minutes.

"Please, can you be fair?" Houston complained loudly.

McLan said coldly, and Hill pulled Houston apart, saying more was useless.

The originally confrontational game suddenly changed. The White Team was competing with McLan and its movements became bigger and bigger.

Until Mo Mengchen's layup was knocked over to the ground by Williams, Collins ran away: "Are you all invincible to me?"

"This is just a confrontation, what do you want to do?" Collins yelled.

Williams dared not argue with him and kept silent. Hill was extremely dissatisfied and did not speak in order to maintain his bullshit gentlemanly manner.

The fool Houston saw Collins angry and couldn't hide, so he didn't dare to argue with him.

The Blacks were originally the beneficiaries. They knew that the whistle was very strange, but Collins was standing up for Momonchen, so they couldn't say anything.

"It's okay, Jerome."

Mo Mengchen's voice took away Collins' anger and others' attention.

He patted his butt, stood up, his eyes as cold as wild beasts in the jungle, staring straight at McLan.

If he said he wanted to cut McLan alive, probably those present would believe it.

"Mo...what's wrong with you?" McLan took a step back in fear.

"Haha, what's wrong with me? Why can you ask this question if I'm so bad that I'm falling?"

Mo Mengchen walked up to her and ignored the shocked Collins; "If you have menstruation, stand aside and sulk yourself. Don't spill your bullshit on others!"

"I..."

McLan just got Collins' order to embarrass Hill and the others, and never expected that Mo Mengchen, who made a profit from it, would get angry with her.

If Hill is the one who gets angry, this will be much easier.

"Mo, the person who caused you to fall was Jerome, Zina..." Gentry wanted to speak for McLan.

Mo Mengchen shouted: "If she maintains the standard of the game, this game will not be like this! What exactly do you want to do?"

Collins found things out of control, which was completely out of his control.

"Mo, maybe Zina's punishment has some problems, but he also avoids injuries and illnesses to avoid being too strong in the confrontation. We can't lose any more." Collins said in a nice voice.

Mo Mengchen sneered: "Is that so? Have we ever suffered from excessive confrontation during training? This is not the reason why she blew whistles randomly! She is the person who made things like this, what exactly did she want to do?"

In an instant, all the players' eyes focused on McLan.

McLan was extremely nervous and she subconsciously glanced at Collins.

Hill and Dumas both noticed this reaction, and the envoy behind the incident was obvious.

"Zina, you're really doing something wrong."

Collins held back his anger, "But the game will continue."

"If the referee was her, I wouldn't play." Mo Mengchen took off his jersey.

"Then let someone else fight!" Collins yelled, "JD, you fight!"

Dumas smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm old and can't fight such a big confrontation."

The head coach's face is worthless at this moment. Collins just wants to teach Hill a lesson. Now Mo Mengchen jumped out to ruin his face. He just wants to suppress this flame of rebellion.

"Kenny, come and fight!" Collins shouted.

Where would Smith get mixed up with this muddy water? He shook his head and said, "Coach, I've finished training and I can't move. I don't want to get hurt!"

"Donny!"

Collins looked at Donny Boyce like a wounded beast.

This 1995 second round pick has been eyeing Mo Mengchen's position and should not refuse at this moment.

"Okay, I'll fight!" Boyce thought this was his chance.

Mo Mengchen just sneered.

Collins looked at everyone: "Stay on."

"Coach, I won't play either."

Louis M. Lore took off his jersey.

Then, Ratliff, Reid, and Wallace did the same thing.

Hill and others didn't say anything, but just took off the jerseys from the confrontation match.

"Donny, you can fight alone, no, maybe you can call other coaches to fight together."

Mo Mengchen said to others with a smile: "A new cold drink shop has been opened outside, who will accompany me?"

Except Donnie Boyce, everyone else kept up with Momonchen.

In the huge training hall, there is only one Donny Boyce who can't even get on the field for garbage time.

McLan was in a panic;

Gentry was in a dilemma;

Mark Jones and others were sad and happy. They walked up and asked, "Doug, what should I do?"

Collins, who had lost his mind, yelled at Jones: "How the hell do I know?"

......

"Mo, do you have to make things like this?"
To be continued...