Of course, Mo Wen is not floating.

Don't look at Artest, although the honor he can get before is a defensive second team, but this year he has basically booked the best defensive player.

Tough confrontations, hard to get out of entanglements, and full aggression have made Artest a scalp-numbing flank defensive gate this year.

This kind of player, even if he encounters it in a dungeon, Mo Wen will try to avoid direct confrontation with him.

But the team needs to play with momentum now, not be guarded like Prince.

Besides, if he only played one or two balls, Mo Wen was still sure to play with this brute beast with a haunted head.

The players on the Pacers court watched Mo Wen hold the ball and pull away the singles, and their eyes widened.

Why, Larry Brown really arranged for the players to single their wings, that's Artey, what does he think?

Altai has already made a name for himself this year by relying on defense, and he didn't know that they had read the player information before the game, but he was just a substitute player for the Pistons.

How dare you？

Artest is even a little angry, generally only defensive holes have a chance to enjoy this kind of thing, when will he also be a player who can be singled?

However, when Mo Wen really walked in front of him, the angry beast felt a different momentum from ordinary players on Mo Wen's body. He had felt this momentum in Reggie Miller.

The seemingly casual pace revealed a confident and sophisticated feeling at every step, and Mo Wen's face didn't show any nervousness, as if he was a student facing a difficult problem, not panicking, just calmly looking for the answer.

But Reggie Miller has played more than 1,300 games in the league, Mo Wen is just a rookie, and he has not played a fraction of Miller's number of games, how is it possible!

Just when Artest was about to step forward to stick anti-interference to puncture this weird feeling, Mo Wen also moved.

The slight shaking of his shoulders in front of him and the sudden and rapid sound of dribbling filled Artest's attention instantly, and Artai stretched out his long arms, trying to catch the prey in front of him like the tentacles of a jellyfish.

Seeing Mo Wen's right leg stride out, Artest only tilted his center of gravity slightly, as he had a hunch, this was just a feint, Mo Wen stepped forward at the end and did not take a step but made a retraction action.

He judged that Mo Wen really wanted to attack his left hand, and just as he prejudged and pulled his center of gravity back, Mo Wen transferred the ball to his right hand with a back dribble, and then twisted and pulled his left foot towards Atai's right hand side and continued to rush over.

This caught Artest off guard, but Mo Wen hadn't gotten rid of Artest's defensive range, and this kind of hard twisting breakthrough was not fast.

And before Atai wrapped up, Mo Wen's left hand, which was not holding the ball, helped Atai's thigh to borrow a force, delaying Atai's turn and pushing his speed.

And Atai's outstretched interceptor hand blamed Mo Wen for a slippery sideways touch.

"Cunning Skunk"

Artest cursed, but followed closely.

Mo Wen knew that his explosion and speed were still a lot of gaps with stars like Atai who had already entered the top sequence, so he didn't think about hitting the basket to find a hat, but made an emergency stop in the middle distance.

But Atai really deserves to be the best defensive player, he stomped on the brakes in his core to stop the inertia before Mo Wen made a shooting move, and completed the return interference.

"It's really difficult."

But Mo Wen's slow shooting action was waiting for this moment.

Mo Wen's left hand to protect the ball stepped forward and made contact with Atai's hand, and then pushed the basketball towards the Nets with his right hand.

The basketball unsurprisingly smashed into the rebound, but it didn't matter, the referee blew the whistle.

Foul on the thug!

"WTF, I didn't foul, he took the initiative to touch porcelain!"

Atai looked at the referee in disbelief, and was about to argue with his hands outstretched.

"There's no need to quibble, it's a thug, a standard thug." The referee replied coldly.

He also knew that Mo Wen's ball had the element of touching porcelain, but Artest did not hit the ball just now, but hit Mo Wen's toucher, according to the rules, no matter what, this is a foul for a beater.

If he doesn't blow this kind of obvious thug foul, he will be complained after the game, he will write a report and even be investigated and questioned.

Reggie Miller came over and patted Atay on the back and told him to stop arguing.

This kind of ball Miller usually plays a lot.

Speaking of which, Reggie Miller can go even further when he shoots, he has his signature flirtatious leg jumper, adds a kick when he is lazy, and the players in front of him are often kicked without saying anything, and they are whistled for defensive fouls when they are kicked.

The reason was the violation of Reggie Miller's cylinder.

Later, in the small-ball era, a bunch of outside players learned badly from Miller, and used this trick more and more frequently, forcing the league to come up with a "Reggie Miller rule", and then a star who shot too accurately lost the cylinder, which is all an afterthought.

Ah Tai complained twice, knowing that he couldn't change the punishment, so he could only turn around and glare at Mo Wen fiercely.

"Boy, you wait for me, FK"

Mo Wen ignored Atai's murderous eyes and just clapped his hands with his teammates.

His mentality had already been honed in the dungeon, and the two free throws were hit steadily without any surprises.

When it came to the Pacers' offensive round, Atai wanted to return the color, and he wanted to make such a shot with a real gun, so that Mo Wen could see what a man's offensive style was.

"Reggie passed the ball to Ron (Artest), and he motioned for his teammates to pull away, apparently in response to the Pistons No. 66 Mo's offense"

"Ron was a triple threat from beyond the three-point line, but his opponent chose to keep his distance, which wasn't a smart choice because Ron has three-point ability."

"It's a tentative step to break through, but unfortunately I didn't choose three points, Mo is very tenacious to follow the defense and go up without losing position, the Pistons' interior line is ready to make up for the defense, but no one can stop Ron... Eh, he made a quick stop in the middle distance, and he wanted to hit his back? ”

"Well, it could also be that Ron's back punch is also a picture of him······ Wait, this Asian is not weak, and he can withstand Ron's power, the two of them... Well, the two of them were 'fighting' fiercely together, but Ron had to hurry up and make a shot or pass, and he was immediately violated. ”

"Forced to shoot - it's still iron, I have to say that the young people of the Pistons have a good defense."

Artest looked at Mo Wen incredulously, isn't it, boy, you are also in the middle of the road?

Just now, Atai actually had the opportunity to use his strength to run over it, Mo Wen's strength is not strong, even if it is very experienced and experienced in terms of power, but in this continuous competition, strength is what determines everything.

Who knew that Mo Wen couldn't stand it and actually communicated with him about his elbow skills!

The elbow of labor and management, Jordan tasted it and said okay, you are a little rookie, you are not obediently beaten by my back, you don't wait for my elbow, you even play with a big knife and play with me in front of Guan Gong?

How many ribs, so flustered?

The two were fighting back on the surface, but the nearby players could hear it clearly, and the muffled banging sound was definitely not playing.

If Atai is a natural elbow, Mo Wen is a hundred elbow immortals.

In the case of not being able to swing the elbow obviously, the two actually fought evenly for a while, this is a battle of will, and basketball is not important.

Peyton in front of the TV watched the two of them play back like a frame, and poked Malone next to him.

"You have a successor. That's how you and Rodman played. ”

The corners of Ma Long's mouth twitched, this scene was indeed a bit similar to the duel between him and Rodman in the finals of those two years.

"It's different, the two of us were just here to score goals, not just ... Contest, Ron, this stupid boy is pure and simple, he can obviously come and be ruthless and then hurry up to attack, he has to compete with that Asian guy, but the gains outweigh the losses. ”

···

"Play well, don't get up to Ron." Xiao Ao was a little dissatisfied with Artest's performance just now, and said from the side.

"You don't need to say it, labor and management know." Artest waved his hand impatiently, the relationship between the two in the team is not very harmonious, Xiao Ao feels that Atay is often willful and unreliable, and Altai is because of the playoffs for many years, he feels that Xiao Ao has no leadership temperament and is not a qualified big boss.

If the locker room hadn't been adjusted by the leader of Miller Sr., the two of them would probably have the same stiffness as the Lakers' OK now.

"That Asian is tougher than you! Shhhhhh "Good boy, hard enough, ruthless enough!"

Atai hurt, Mo Wen didn't get much better, if there was no rule of five seconds of back hitting, he felt that he could be vomited blood by Atai's elbow.

Mo Wen has eaten countless big elbows in the system, and Atai can rank in the top three.

It seems that the next round has to be called co-defense, and the reality is not as good as the copy, and it will really hurt.

Attacking again, Mo Wen didn't ask for the ball to play alone, no matter how he said it, he had to slow down.

Billups was also very empathetic, and the Pistons played the usual game.

"Boy, where are you messing around? That's a good job. Artest asked through gritted teeth in front of Mo Wen.

"Our family rules some of our local necessities trade, and there are hundreds of people working for our family, some in security, some in transportation, some in sales." Mo Wen smiled slightly, revealing a very meaningful smile.

"To be honest, I haven't had anything to do with my family business for a long time, I'm just an athlete now."

“What？”

"Mom Farke, are you serious?"

"Of course, if you go to Huaxia one day, I can ask them to take you to play. My family also has businesses all over China. Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was natural.

Mo Wen didn't say half a lie, his family is a supermarket chain, and the supermarkets of more than 100 square meters in the entire county are basically hung with their brand. A big stall does not have to have security, transportation and sales, but also has to find suppliers every day.

(In these days, children from poor families have basically no chance to go to school in the ugly country.) ）

But in Atai's ears, Mo Wen's description of his family is very consistent with the group of guys in Queens who don't do good things.

Queens is generally a commercial area, generally a slum, and if it weren't for the fact that Atai grew up there because he played basketball too well, he probably would have to make a living with those guys who licked blood at the tip of the knife when he grew up.

No wonder this kid is as hard as him, it turns out that it is really a family origin.

The Sopranos? Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

Atai shrunk his neck, he definitely wouldn't be intimidated, he just felt that it was better for players to rely on basketball to speak.

"I also have a bit of a connection in Queens, New York, and if you go to New York, I'll treat you to a drink."

In fact, there are not many brothers he is still in contact with now, but the black man may not have a father, but he will definitely not lack relatives.

Mo Wen saw through it and nodded, and the atmosphere became harmonious for a while, if it weren't for the game, the two might even have to hook their shoulders.

Of course, the small actions of the two of them have not decreased, this is a reasonable confrontation under the rules of the times, and the restraint of the two is limited to the big action of desperately hurting people like just now.

The two barely had time to rest for a round before fighting hand-to-hand on the court again.

But this time, Mo Wen didn't choose to fight alone with Artest, he was just a rookie with a second-round show salary, and there was no need to follow Atai, a multimillionaire, to fight hard for one.

As long as this guy has the intention of playing inside, Mo Wen will either call Big Ben or Oku, and the help defense itself is the core content of the Pistons' defensive system, which Carlisle set when he was in the Pistons.

If everyone could solve the problem with individual defense, Big Ben wouldn't have been the best defensive player for so many years.

In the second quarter, Mo Wen played for 8 minutes, returned to his seat and lifted his clothes, and saw that he was elbowed at the beginning on his chest, and several other places were red.

Not only on the defensive end, but on the offensive end, even if Mo Wen's feints are full, and he borrows the cover of his teammates, it is still difficult to get a completely empty opportunity.

In the second quarter, he shot several balls against Atai, Mo Wen felt like a muscle strain, and the home referee was like losing the whistle, and he didn't blow it.

But fortunately, during this time, the Pistons' shooter touch was recovered, Hamilton shot 2 of 3 from mid-range, Billups made 1 of 2 three-pointers, and 2 of 2 layups, plus the Pistons' interior line also took a breath after Xiao Ao went off the court, and they all found their senses, scoring 33 points in the second quarter, and only scored 23 points on foot.

At half-time, the difference between the two teams was only 1 point.

Mo Wen played a great role in the second quarter, he shot 2-of-5, plus the first free throws to score 6 points, 3 assists, 3 rebounds, and 1 steal.

His shooting wasn't very accurate, but he helped Billups connect the team on the offensive end, and he used his veteran running to involve the defense and play a big role for the other players.

At half-time, Carlisle wasn't too nervous because he was caught up by the point difference.

Several of the Pacers' starters rotated to rest off the court in the second quarter, while the Pistons' starters were always desperate on the court, and the main battlefield of the strong team was never the first half, but the second half, more precisely in the fourth quarter.

When the players are no longer full of energy, the real test begins.

In the third quarter, Xiao Ao returned to the court, and the Pistons' situation became difficult again.

Xiao Ao has touched the floor of the superstar on both offensive and defensive ends, so that the Pistons, who only have blue-collar workers on the inside, can't start at all.

Three blocks in a quarter directly made the Pacers' interior into a restricted area.

It didn't help that Larry Brown was yelling and yelling next to him, it was a gap in the lineup.

The Pistons lineup has flaws in the interior defense, and the offensive ability is also insufficient, and even the outside line is limited to play.

Larry Brown made one of the few offensive players he didn't look up to before, and even put Astquim and Sula, the fast-break brothers on the backline.

But the two launched a total of three fast breaks on the court, one was directly tackled and passed by Artest, one was hit by a layup under the interference of Tinsley, and one was defended by Artest in the frontcourt.

The two brothers, Xiao Ao and Artest, really have the same flavor as they were at the beginning, and they can even be said to be an OK combination of an offensive low-profile version and a defensive acceleration version.

Mo Wen also played for four minutes in the middle of the third quarter, originally shooting 1 of 2 and playing well, but he was replaced by Larry Brown again because he let Atai shoot a 3-pointer.

The Pistons trailed by another 10 points after the third quarter.

Looking at Larry Brown, who was pouring chicken soup and giving orders to the starters, and saliva was flying everywhere, Mo Wen leaned next to Milicic again.

Mo Wen also saw someone on the Internet saying that Larry Brown's on-the-spot adaptability is very strong, which is nonsense enough.

Larry Brown is very sensitive to losing points defensively, and if you don't defend well, you will make substitutions, and you can barely talk about it, but on the offensive end, this old guy will really only permutate and combine.

In the fourth quarter, Mo Wen didn't play again, several pistons struggled for half a quarter, the point difference did not shrink but became larger, and the old coach who worked hard to no avail could only reluctantly accept defeat.

In front of the TV, Shaq and Malone were already clapping their hands happily, picking up the fruit plate and enjoying their loot.

"Fei'er, you remember, there is a holiday the day after tomorrow!" Shaq flicked away the banana, which was not much thicker than his thumb, and happily showed off.

The Zen master smiled helplessly and shook his head, he wouldn't tell O'Neill that he was going to take a whole day off.

"Donuts for you." Bryant pulled a pack of doughnuts out of his backpack, threw them on the table, and then lifted his backpack and left without looking back.

He's going to call RIP (Hamilton) in a moment, this bastard hasn't even beaten Miller's old bastard today, and he must have been neglecting his workout lately. He lost face in front of that stinky shark, and he had to taunt this friend back.

After the players were gone, Phil watched the game end before turning off the TV and leaving.

This season, the Lakers' opponents in the West are either the Timberwolves or the Spurs, or both, and the Finals opponent is probably the Pacers.

However, Jackson felt a little weird after the fight, as Larry Brown, who had been grumpy in the game, changed to a gentlemanly smile and shook Carlisle's hand amicably.

He didn't think Larry Brown was such an atmospheric person.

···

After the game, Larry Brown had another big fire in the locker room, and after all the anger in his chest was gone, he found a quiet corner and called Dumas.

"Help me persuade Davis, be patient, we're about to turn around."