Market Square Stadium

This is the Pacers' ancestral stadium, which has been used since 1974.

The fans here are very enthusiastic, and they always have the same label: the same cheering stick, the same style of clothes, the same sound decibels, and the neat and orderly momentum.

"Our opponents tonight are very smart. When we meet smart people, we must use smart methods," Larry Brown's solemn eyes floated straight to Mark Jackson. "Mark, I hope your big butt can be of some use other than slowing down the bus."

After hearing the head coach joke about his big fat ass, Jackson said happily: "Coach, don't worry, I will use my ass tonight to beat that smart guy."

"Reggie, I need you to use a lot of running to give other people space to get involved, our chances of winning are in the paint area."

Brown is serious. He doesn't like to joke. Even if it's a joke about Jackson, it's just to make him understand the tactics.

He was from the academy and always required players to the strictest standards. His coaching philosophy is to let players play games in the right way.

"Playing the ball the right way" has almost become Larryism.

The so-called correctness means "playing seriously, playing smartly, remembering teamwork, enjoying basketball, and working hard to defend."

He doesn't like idiots who love great merit and selfish ghosts who are arrogant. He is exactly the same as his personal disciple Popovich, but he is more stubborn and cruel than the latter. Perhaps it is precisely because of his flaws in dealing with people that his disciples are better than those of them.

Mo Mengchen rubbed his palms, and before the game started, every teammate came to pat his thighs.

"I hope that after the game, your body will remain intact."

"Why do you say that?"

"Mark Jackson will sit you to death with his big ass!"

The most strange thing about the opening was that the Pacers did not let the 224 cm Dutch Yao Ming Rick Schmitz jump the ball. Uh, it seems that Yao Ming is a junior? Well, then what about the Chinese Schmitz in the future?

It would be fine if Smith didn't let the ball jump, but they actually let Derek McKay jump. This person was the No. 9 pick in 1987. Although he had 15 years of NBA career, he couldn't even find a single entry on the encyclopedia, so it was impossible to think about the number of words.

Terry Mills, as McKay's jumping opponent, can be said to be a chess opponent. The two of them are about the same height, McKay's bounce is better, and the outcome of the jumping ball depends entirely on who is better in prediction.

Mills won in the end, and he pushed the ball together with his thighs.

"Let me go!"

Mills leaned on Schmitz and wanted to fight, Mo Mengchen was confused, what the hell was going on?

Generally speaking, with such a big height disadvantage, it would be better to pull out to shoot three-pointers, but this guy seemed to be unable to see the height difference between the two sides, and he wanted to play hard at a low position. Although Schmitz's lean body seemed to be unable to stop his fat body, the height difference of nearly 20 cm was not a joke.

Mills, a fat man who always pulls outside and shoots three-pointers, rarely wants to fight alone, but he ends up picking such an opponent.

Mo Mengchen had no hope for his offense, but because he had worked hard and the game had just begun, so if he wanted to be willful, let him be willful.

The attack ended at the beginning.

After Mills got the ball, he was full of vicious smile on his face, as if he had to stop Schmitz. As soon as he turned around, he wanted to lean on the basket and attack, the referee whistle sounded.

The referee's hands rotated like wheels on his chest, with clear and clear gestures: walking violations!

"Doctor, I..."

"You just made a stupid attack." Mo Mengchen interrupted him.

Then, Mark Jackson used his back to let Mo Mengchen experience the roughest way of playing in the No. 1 position.

At the beginning of the half, as long as Mo Mengchen posted upwards, he would turn around and raise his fat ass and bump into him with strength.

Although Mo Mengchen's lower limbs are already strong, he is still completely pushed away when he encounters this perverted fat buttock.

Jackson's fat ass and thighs are the key factor in his competition like this, and he has such talent.

Even for fitness, talent is important. For those with thick legs and big butts, they are born to be easier to practice squats. Jackson undoubtedly maximizes this talent. His lower limbs are so strong that it makes him think about using his big butt to destroy his opponents all the time.

In the early days, Jackson used this method to constantly bump into his big butt and scored from the three-point line to the basket.

Ordinary passers-by will just cut the table when they see this kind of crazy-dead style of playing.

In order not to promote Jackson's eye-catching style on a large scale, the NBA has introduced the "five seconds to carry the basket" rule.

As the saying goes, there are policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom. This rule gives Jackson an extra limit to an old bastard who is good at using his butt to destroy his opponents.

It still started from outside the three-point line, which was Jackson's old profession. He confronted Mo Mengchen for four seconds, and turned around before the violation, avoiding the violation.

Afterwards, he continued to turn around and beat him back.

This is a ridiculous moment of "I'm in! I'm out again! Come and hit me!"

Even if the referee is not ashamed of Jackson's game style, it is difficult for him to do so. He just made reasonable use of the loopholes in the rules, so Dor.Mo, please ask yourself for blessings.

"Hahaha, are you very angry? It doesn't matter, just be angry!" Jackson smiled a little, and the smell of paint burst out with force, sat Mo Mengchen away from both positions, turned around and threw the ball to cricket.

After the ball entered, Jackson tsk out: "I must praise your defense. As a rookie, your lower limb strength is very good."

"But compared to me, it's like the gap between Abbelilong and Tyrannosaurus Rex." As soon as he finished speaking, Jackson raised his thumb and paid tribute to Bruce Lee's classic thumb rubbing in the worst way.

"It seems that Mark was authorized tonight by Larry, poor Dor.Mo, he never expected that there would be such a way of playing in this world."

"Can he hold his knees? Mark's back hit is no joke."

It was not only the kind commentator who was worried about Mo Mengchen, but also Hill and Houston.

"Need help?"

“No need.”

Mo Mengchen stiffly rejected them and asked Thorpe to serve.

"doctor!"

Mills also wanted to fight Schmitz, but Mo Mengchen would not let him go.

"Come out!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

His words were filled with majesty that could not be refused. Even if Mills was unwilling to accept it, he could not refute it.

He ran out, right in front of Mo Mengchen, and suddenly, Jackson noticed the small movement in his hand.

No, he won't rely on this pick-and-roll, the coach said, he is a smart person.

Jackson thought he had guessed Mo Mengchen's thoughts, but in fact, the small move was made by Mo Mengchen for him to see.

Jackson was not prepared for the pick-and-roll side. He really thought Mo Mengchen would make a fake breakthrough and then hit the reverse side of the pick-and-roll side.

A big mistake!

Mo Mengchen slapped Jackson and broke the Pacers' defense line almost in one step. Miller waited for a long time, and his existence was to help Jackson wipe his butt, especially on the defensive end.

At the offensive end, the bomb ball is connected, and at the defensive end, the butt is wiped.

His replacement was very fast, Mo Mengchen did not take off, and Miller's repair was quick, but as expected, he stopped and hit the earth behind him and passed it to Houston's hand.

This ball is very good, both in terms of viewing and passing strength, it is all the upper level.

Houston made a three-pointer but failed to make a comeback.

"Silly Detroit, get home!"

"The Indiana's basket is not open to you!"

"Strike back!"

"Strike back!"

Houston had no time to apologize to Mo Mengchen. Miller's counterattack was faster than he thought. He should have chased back as soon as possible, but because of frustration, his speed was slower. Instead, Mo Mengchen retreated behind the chase, but he could only block one of Jackson and Miller.

Miller stopped outside, and Jackson led Momonchen to the inside.

Mo Mengchen concluded that Jackson would pass the ball, but he had no choice but to defend one.

Jackson restrained Momonchen into the penalty area and passed it to Miller on the outside. As the most dangerous outside killer of this era, he had enough time to adjust the ball in such a large open position and then sent the ball into the basket steadily in his training state, without any problem.

"Swish!"

5 to 0

"This is not the summer league. I will be here tonight to get you bad, do you know?"

Miller looked fierce, and Mo Mengchen expressed his understanding that this was the poor baby who was abused by his sister since childhood, so it was so important to have an amiable sister.

"Mo, I..."

"Do you have any excuses? The speed of returning to defense is slower than that of the old turtle." Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and walked to the outside line to send it to Houston.

Houston said: "I have no excuses. I want to say, if you give me another chance, I can definitely get the score back."

"It's not garbage time now." Mo Mengchen's tone was full of distrust.

Houston became angry and embarrassed: "I'm not fucking only scoring points in garbage time!"

"So you will score in time outside of garbage time?" Mo Mengchen's eyes were like goose eggs, and his ridicule caused the Zhongtou King to suffer 10,000 points.

Before the wound became bigger, the CITIC King stayed away from Mo Mengchen. This person was really unfriendly. They were teammates who fought side by side. Why did they hurt people with bad words?

Mo Mengchen saw Hill's gesture before halfway through the game.

His opponent is McKay, the strange man who played and jumped on behalf of the two inside players in the team, and the poor kid who has no entry on Baidu Encyclopedia.

Hill's ability to work alone is fine, and the Pistons do need a strong point explosion Pacers' defense, so Mo Mengchen passed the ball as soon as he arrived at the frontcourt.

The moment Devil Mountain held the ball, McKay hesitated for about half a second, and the former ran away from him at a speed he could not imagine. He jumped out of the paint area with two super-large steps. As soon as the Dutch defender arrived, Hill drifted back and jumped to the point where he hit.
Chapter completed!