As a slum kid who has been selling "candy cubes" and "leaves" since elementary school, he has fond memories of entering the bureau 15 times as early as the age of 15, and thanks to his colorful life experience, Kalombbutler has always been confident in his counter-reconnaissance ability.

His skills in some aspects are not superb, but he grew up in the shadows, and he is definitely no stranger to such things as black guns.

In order to better disguise his intentions, he did not come up and make a shot, but waited until three minutes into the fourth quarter to start acting.

But just as he was about to implement the plan, a problem arose.

According to his original plan, the most suitable way to make a move should be to imitate Uncle Bao's classic moves.

It doesn't need to be a fierce physical confrontation, it just needs to be in the right place at the right time, in the right place, stretch out the right black shadow, and wait to scream.

But when he started to implement it, the problem arose.

After leaving the mid-range and under the basket, Mo Wen stopped jumping.

Foot padding does not mean that it is OK to stretch your feet casually, but simply stretching your feet is a wrestling stumbling leg.

For a sport that is about balance, a general stumbling leg can't hurt the player much.

The skill of stepping feet is generally the most dangerous when the target player jumps the shot.

Take Bruce True Ankle Finisher Bowen as an example, there are many players who have been shaded by him, and basically none of the outside stars of this era can escape Bowen's black moves.

But the ones who were really injured by the pad, Carter, Ray Allen, Nash, Maddy, Flying Squirrel, Crawford, Hamilton, and Jefferson are all masters who like to use jumper finishing methods.

For example, Ajan's breakthrough style of play is rarely affected by Uncle Bao's footsteps.

Of course, for example, Ajan's shooting rate in 07 was only 35%, and the three-point shooting rate was only 20%, and it is really worth asking Uncle Bao to come up with this trick.

(In fact, if you only look at the performance of the game that year, Ajan is still quite promising, Bowen and Dumb one are constantly entangled, and the other is waiting for the rabbit, which belongs to the end.) ）

Jump shots usually need to be pushed high inside the three-point line, because someone can fly over you at any time in this small area.

But when you shoot three points, you don't need to jump particularly high when you have room to shoot and don't have to worry about being helped defend.

As long as the speed of the shot can keep up, a low jump shot or a flip shot is enough.

Of course, limited by the times, shooters in this era are used to jumping, but later like Curry, Harden, and Blowing Young's three-point shooting is basically low-altitude shooting, only pursuing fast, not high. Few are as beautiful but dangerous high-altitude jumpers as Kobe Bryant and Ray Allen.

If it is an average defensive player, it is likely to be very happy to see Mo Wen use this kind of low-altitude shot, because it will give them the illusion that they can successfully give interference.

But Butler doesn't just have basketball in mind.

There is also Larry Brown's instructions and jealousy of Mo Wen.

Don't underestimate people's jealousy, flip through the death notes of Conan elementary school students, and many of the cases in it are all due to jealousy.

If we study the seven deadly sins of humanity: arrogance, envy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and gluttony, we will find that only jealousy, anger, and greed cause real sin.

After many unsuccessful attempts and a toe stepped on by Mo Wen, he had to find another way.

But although the court is much larger than the octagon, there are not many means that can be used.

So Butler can only do it in the most primitive and stupid way.

In fact, Butler has also seen Mo Wen's small movements, but most of them are seen from the bench.

As the second point guard in the active league, he has received more and more attention, and his physical fitness has gradually improved, Mo Wen is actually quite restrained in terms of black hands.

Not all cats and dogs can make Mo Wen exert all his strength.

Although there is still a legend of Mo Wen's "toughness" inside the piston, it is only by listening or watching, and it is not so intuitive.

Otherwise, Boss Qiao would not have spent time and energy dealing with those rookies who didn't β a lot every year after his second comeback.

Then in the surprised and puzzled eyes of the players on both sides, Caron Butler took the initiative to confront Master Mo and played yin.

With 7 minutes and 13 seconds left, he tried to use his left elbow and right arm to make a set of targeted strikes when he was fighting without the ball, but unfortunately, as soon as the two made contact, Mo Wen just looked like a regular push and pull, and the addition of those and foot movements made him lose his balance and roll to the ground inexplicably.

5 minutes and 46 seconds, when Mo Wen was holding the ball, he tried to catch Mo Wen, retaliated back with a stumbling method, and gave him a hard blow before Mo Wen fell to the ground, but he stumbled in place, and Mo Wen, who looked tired and unfortunate, suddenly burst out and trembled, bringing him to the ground before he had time to exert his strength.

The kind-hearted Mo Wen even wanted to help him, but after all, he tripped and fell on him, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, Mo Wen's calf also greeted his little brother.

At this time, counting the old and spicy little moves that Mo Wen used when defending him, he didn't know how many times he had been in the pain mask.

Normal blacks on the streets will generally retreat when they encounter this situation.

But—

The "Mang" of Mang Village··· Do you know how to write the "strong" of Spirited Juice (Kaloon Butler's nickname)?

In a round less than 3 minutes from the end, Butler endured the pain of not knowing how many positions on his body, regrouped, seized the opportunity of Mo Wen's pass, and ran towards Mo Wen with a "clothes pole" charge.

It's almost no acting.

is to give Mo Wen a ruthless one.

Mo Wen subconsciously wanted to make a move in the dungeon, raising his elbow sideways, if he was lucky, he would only need one moment to take away all his troubles.

But Mo Wen suddenly remembered that this was not a copy that could be played casually, and if this kid was really not on the court, it would be a big trouble for him.

So he pressed the tip of his elbow down, raised his forearm, and gave Butler a moment to his neck while protecting himself.

When the camera captured this scene, all the viewers at the scene and in front of the TV couldn't help but exclaim.

Even the blind can see that this is a wicked criminal who goes against people.

Especially when he saw Mo Wen really fall backwards, the hearts of most Chinese fans were in their throats.

Frightened, scared, worried

But the expected heavy sound of falling to the ground did not come.

Mo Wen and Butler swapped positions in mid-air.

Once again, Butler became Mowen's meat pad.

After landing, the two unloaded and rolled twice before stopping.

The Heat's bench and Milicic next to him both stood up suddenly.

The fans who reacted also let out earth-shattering boos while they were worried.

The referee, who was still happy to control the number of whistles just now, seemed to have eaten a stun bomb, his eyes were white, his brain was confused, and he subconsciously blew at the whistle.

But unexpectedly, although Mo Wen, who was violated, grinned and looked very painful, he didn't wait for his teammates to come to help, so he stood up by himself.

And Kaloon Butler, just reached out and twitched twice, and then there was no movement.

Although several starters on the Pistons court wanted to win against Mo Wen, they didn't want to use such dirty means to win.

So when the referee signaled that Caron Butler was directly punished for a second-degree foul, no one sympathized and comforted him, but ran to Mo Wen's side and cared about Mo Wen's state.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that my arm hurts a little. Keep fighting, play casually, team doctor? It's over soon, call him for something! ”

Speaking of which, even if there is a human flesh pad, it is not pleasant to fall to the ground with such a big kinetic energy.

The outside world still thought how much he was injured, but now it doesn't matter if he waves his hands, the posture of insisting on playing is really manly to the extreme.

Here, Mo Wen is still frantically showing toughness and iron blood under the camera, and Butler, who is lying on the ground, doesn't know that someone finally remembered him after being stepped on a few times.

After confirming that Mo Wen was fine, the Heat's bench wanted to come over to find Butler.

Seeing this, Billups quickly kicked Butler.

"Don't pretend, the referee shouted for eviction, you go back to the locker room to calm down first."

"Huh... Say, what's going on, can't you hear it? ”

"No, wait, he seems to have fainted, don't beat it, stop beating it!"

There is also 1 more, and today I have enough 5K

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