"Francis is a little emotional, fighting for a rebound?"

Su Qun, who didn't see what was going on, still didn't understand it.

But Zhang Weiping, who has experience as a player, understood it and snickered beside him.

In this era of advocating retreat from confrontation, truly innocent players will only suffer losses.

Mo Wen still kept his hand, his elbow had already controlled the strength, and the landing point deliberately avoided the face and neck, the elbow was the one below the collarbone, he was a little ruthless, Francis might be on a stretcher now.

The referee who was watching from the baseline just now also felt that Francis was overreacting, scrambling for rebounds, and it was not normal to have a little physical contact.

Francis was not injured just now, and the other was not bleeding, holding the pectoralis major muscle with one hand and howling from where, and got rid of a shrew who had been eaten tofu.

It wasn't Da Yao who grabbed Boss Fu, the referee even wanted to give Francis a technical foul.

Van Gundy Jr. called a timeout at the right time to replace Francis, who was a little dissatisfied with just now.

Pass the ball to Yao Ming, what are you picking up!

If you go heads-up, you have to find a strong defensive point on the opposite side to fight heads-up, and you can't break through and fight back!

After Norris replaced Francis, the Rockets also returned to their normal rhythm.

To say that Norris is more unique than Francis, but he has the advantage of being willing to pass the ball to Yao Ming.

Larry Brown on the other side originally wanted Mo Wen to play for three or four minutes, but he didn't expect Mo Wen to play a very wonderful defensive performance during this time, so he held down Prince first.

Mo Wen's performance did not stop at defense, knowing that he did not have much playing time, he used his physical strength on both offensive and defensive ends.

He still remembers the joke that Da Yao just said.

It's a bit difficult to get ten points on Da Yao's head, but it's not impossible.

While Hamilton interspersed runs on the baseline and Billups held the ball in the high post, most of the attention was on the two.

Mo Wen, who was on the edge of the high post, took advantage of the inattention of defender Jim Jackson and cut towards the basket.

Billups saw Mo Wen's movements, he pretended to look at Hamilton who was running, but the ball in his hand was thrown straight in the direction of Mo Wen's movement.

Mo Wen received the ball comfortably, then jumped up under Da Yao's gaze, and lightly dunked the ball into the basket.

"It's 2 points, Brother Yao."

Mo Wen shook two fingers.

Yao Ming clenched his fists, this kid can.

In the offensive round of the Rockets, Da Yao, who was holding his breath, received a pass from the middle distance as he wished, and he did not choose to be hard in the face of Da Ben who came over.

Big Ben is not as heavy as him, not as tall as him, but the defense is very hard, Yao Ming has top lower body strength, but the upper body strength is slightly weaker, Big Ben's action against his waist looks funny, but it does make Da Yao not good to force to hard top to the inside line.

But after all, Yao Ming is not Ben Ge who can only play with one hand inside, and after retreating, Yao Ming pulled back the foot of the card position on the inside sideways, and the silky turnover jumper also brought a little backwards.

Hmmm-

Big Ben's already black face is getting darker at the moment, and the big man with shoes of 2.3 meters is shooting backwards on the outside?

Don't even have a face!

You big men who can shoot basketballs, all have their sentences changed and sentenced to be cut in half!

Trembling at the smell of danger, Oku picked up the ball and passed it to Hamilton, who took two steps before passing it to Billups.

And when the Pistons players were all in place, there were two directions that wanted Billups to beckon for the ball.

In fact, Billups faced Norris was the Rockets' defensive weakness.

But Larry Brown, who is usually quite enlightened in the rotation, was infected by Van Bald today, and it was almost halftime for Billups to rest for two minutes.

Is it passed to Oku of Punchato, or to Mo Wen who plays Jim?

Of course, it's Mowen.

There is an unwritten rule in the NBA that when a game has a special meaning for a player on the team (birthday, revenge against an old club, a player feud, a national derby for an international player, etc.), give that player as many opportunities as possible to perform.

Seeing that the ball was passed to Mo Wen's hand, Jim Jakes, who was in charge of defending him, was a little nervous, he saw it when Boss Fu and the old cat played Mo Wen just now, this kid was not a gentleman like Yao Ming, but like those ball ruffians who came out of the slums.

Who knows if this kid will carry private goods when he attacks.

In the face of Jim Jackson, Mo Wen did not have the slightest carelessness, this guy in front of him is also a legend, he has changed 10 teams in 10 years now, and he has made at least 50 appearances per season, he has been wandering, and there are always people who want him. The reason, in addition to his low salary, is due to his 3D attributes.

Mo Wen, who received the ball, did not choose to start with a triple threat, but showed off the dribble in front of this Jim, a 3D player.

Mo Wen doesn't have a talent when it comes to dribbling, but he has more than 1,000 games of experience, and his dribbling (74) is the first attribute he has reached the limit of his potential.

His dribbling does not have the whimsical aura of "Ou Shenxian", nor does he have the ease of Iverson's integration of man and ball, he is more like 077, and his seemingly steady dribbling hides the killing opportunity of rhythm changes.

After two slow dribbles, Mo Wen suddenly accelerated to pull up the breakthrough, but after breaking through half a step and then pulling back, the connecting worship Buddha attracted Jim to lean forward and then saw that the time was ripe, Mo Wen dribbled and strode towards Jim's front foot.

Jim, who was stunned, could only barely maintain his balance with his fingers, but Mo Wen had already rushed behind Jim, and Yu Guang noticed Da Yao's action of returning to defense, and directly paused on the free throw line, and after adjusting his posture, he pushed the ball out quickly and steadily.

Mo Wen only shot 74 (potential 75), but it was enough for him to hit the ball without interference.

Knock-Boom-

The basketball first landed on the playing frame, and then bounced steadily into the basket.

Yao Ming, who was halfway through, could only spread his hands.

Although he was helpless on the surface, he was quite happy in his heart.

With offensive ability, this kid can really do.

This kid must be pulled to the national basket!

Although Larry Brown was a little dissatisfied with Mo Wen not rushing to the basket and making a layup against Yao Ming strongly. But the ball was fluid from the open spot to the shot, and he couldn't fault it.

"Don't hear this breakthrough, this shot, hey, it's really stable."

Su Qun looked at Mo Wen's textbook-standard shooting action in the photo just taken, and praised it.

"It's the smell of Xiaohu before."

Zhang Weiping also nodded.

Mo Wen made a four-way gesture towards Da Yao before turning his head back to defense.

It's the Rockets' offensive round again, and this time Norris, who was targeted by Billups, didn't dare to pass the ball easily, but chose to break through by himself.

But the defense that gave Francis a headache was something Norris, a less talented substitute, could break.

After the breakthrough was blocked, Norris distributed the ball to the old cat, who held the ball and threatened to dangle Hamilton twice, and passed the ball to Cato next to him.

Cato hesitated for half a second when he received the ball, looking at Oku's pork belly and feeling that there was a hit.

But his clumsy technique obviously didn't dare to force this job, and under the interference of Oku, he hurriedly shot the iron, and the rebound was hit by the taller Da Yao first.

Just when Da Yao received the rebound and was about to attack for the second time, he suddenly felt someone attack him from behind, his hand shook, and the ball almost didn't hold it steady.

Who poked me in the back?

Looking back and looking down, it turned out to be Mo Wen, a little clever ghost, who wanted to take out his ball.

And by the time Da Yao made a move, Mo Wen had already wittily returned to Jim Jackson's side.

It's a pity that it didn't interfere.

Da Yao, who gritted his teeth, failed to complete the goal, but also caused a foul on Big Ben.

"Don't make an inch, you kid."

Da Yao gritted his teeth and said as he passed by Mo Wen.

"Brother Yao, that's my defensive style."

Mo Wen said with a hippie smile.

Da Yao suddenly understood why Mo Wen's teammates wanted to trouble him.

You can't say his defense is against the rules, it's really annoying to be a little action within the rules.

After Yao Ming hit all 2 free throws, there were more than ten seconds left before the end of the half.

The Pistons slowly organized an offense, and Mo Wen, who received the pass in the middle, did not choose to play by himself, but passed to Hamilton, who ran out of the open space.

Unfortunately, Hamilton didn't take his chance and shot wide.

After the first half, the Pistons 47:40 Rockets.

The wave of "school exams" against Mo Wen in the middle of Boss Fu became the key to widening the score gap.

Da Yao played 18 minutes in the first half, shooting 5-of-9 and 4-of-4 from the free-throw line, scoring 14 points, 5 rebounds and 2 assists, single-handedly supporting the Rockets' hopes. And Mo Wen played 7 minutes, made 2 of 2 shots, scored 4 points, 2 rebounds and 1 steal, and performed quite well in a limited time limit.

Coming back in the second half, Larry Brown switched back to Prince. Mo Wen behaved well, but the long-handed Prince was his true love. (Collis: What about me, what about me?) ）

Yao Ming continued to rest for 4 minutes at the beginning of the third quarter, but the Rockets, who lacked an interior pillar, were almost unable to withstand it.

Oku used his frequent fire from mid-range to stretch the gap between the two teams to 11 points.

Although Van Gundy Jr. did not give up the game so easily, and sent Da Yao again, Larry Brown saw that the advantage was not small and would change Mo Wen with heart, but this time he topped Hamilton, who ran the whole half.

"I met Brother Yao again." Mo Wen greeted with a smile.

Francis on the other side of the field gritted his teeth, but after seeing that Mo Wen was replaced by Hamilton, he felt like he had seen it again.

This guy is not in the same position as me, so why provoke him?

Boss Fu patted the old cat on the shoulder, come on, young man!

The old cat looked at the 2.06 meters Prince and the 1.98 meter Mo Wen, and glanced at Jim Jackson next to him, brother, why don't we change the defensive object?

Jim Jackson looked at his nose, his nose looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart, saying that he would stand up and guard his responsibilities, and he would never let Prince break through the Rockets' defense line and guard the rear for your brother.

Mobley was ready for a heroic sacrifice, but found that Mo Wen's movements at both ends of the offensive and defensive ends had become much smaller.

The main thing is that Mo Wen has already assessed Mobley's offensive and defensive abilities through observation and the temptation just now, and he can do very good things with his strength, and there is no need to offend people with small actions all the time.

···

"It's 8 points, Brother Yao."

When Mo Wen scored his eighth point of the game, Yao Ming admitted that he panicked.

He is very beautiful in the NBA now, but when he returned to the national team to see Li Nan, he still had to bow his head and call his brother, he found out that this joke in the NBA, this bet really can't be messed up.

Especially if you don't know the strength of the other party.

But fortunately, Mo Wen played four and a half minutes in the third quarter and let Larry Brown go down.

After three minutes in the fourth quarter, the Rockets not only failed to catch up, but fell behind by 15 points.

With both teams scoring only 20 points in the first quarter, it was impossible to catch up.

Van Gundy Jr. replaced Big Yao Mingjin to close the troops, and the Pistons also replaced the human victory cigar - Milicic.

The nickname was given to him by ESPN experts recently, as the Pistons have won 12 of the 14 games Milicic has played so far.

Milicic has so far had the highest win percentage of any rookie in the class of '03 with more than 10 appearances.

If the Pistons don't win, he doesn't.

But in the last two minutes, something happened that made Da Yao's heart plug, and the Pistons didn't know how to replace Mo Wen again.

"Let's get two more points out of the game." Once again, Dumas found Larry Brown.

In the case of a steady win, the old coach is also omnipotent.

Mo Wen got playing time again in the last 3 minutes, and after a mid-range shot missed, he hit another three-point shot from the bottom corner.

He excitedly made an eleven-point gesture with Yao Ming on the bench, and Yao Ming just shook his head.

At the end of the game, the Pistons won the Chinese derby 94-82.

"11 points, Brother Yao, remember to talk and count."

"What 11 points, only 8 points." Da Yao said with great conviction.

"Brother Yao, are you going to cheat?" Mo Wen took a step back.

"I'm talking about scoring 11 points on my head, and I wasn't there at the end, so of course you don't count." Da Yao proudly spread his hands.

"Also, let's settle the account just now, you kid just blackmailed me a few times, do you want me to pull off my clothes and count with you..."

Looking at Da Yao, who approached with a cruel smile, Mo Wen was decisive and a good man who did not suffer the loss in front of him.

"Oops, I suddenly remembered that our coach seems to have something to look for me, so I'll go first, say goodbye to Brother Yao, and I'll go to Houston to play with you when I turn around."

Looking at Mo Wen, who was slipping away, Yao Ming didn't have time to chase two steps with his clothes, and Mo Wen's back disappeared into the player's tunnel.

"You're on his waist, hey, what are you, look at me."

Francis also pulled up his jersey, but the black skin didn't seem to be able to see anything.

"Fu*k, forget it, there's nothing to see."