There was no need for Larry Brown to explain more, and after Mo Wen returned to the court, the Pistons players focused on him again.

With 7 points to go, Mo Wen can repeat the miracle of 30 points in the half in the playoffs.

Not to mention the widening gap now - this seems to be the funeral that Mo Wen organized for the Pistons.

And just when the Heat players were focusing on Mo Wen, Ao Fat made a vague look at Mo Wen.

Without too much communication, the two nodded slightly at the same time.

There are four and a half minutes left in the game.

Coming back with so much lead, Mo Wen's purpose is self-evident.

But the inside Ao Fat needs to be clamped, and the outside Mo Wen has been good in the face of single defense efficiency, and he also needs to be clamped if he wants to completely curb his scoring, and the rest of the people don't talk about Wade, Dazhi and Damon Jones on the court have three-point shooting range - unless the three referees are changed into Pistons jerseys, otherwise the Pistons' defense can't be arranged at all.

Larry Brown also noticed the dilemma on the court, gritted his teeth, and gave the Pistons players on the court a spread gesture.

Anyway, in this situation, the Pistons won't be able to catch up with the score for a while and a half, so let's prevent that bastard first.

Carter once scored 34 points in the first half against his 76ers, leading the team to a 17-point lead.

This record has always been regarded as the greatest shame of his career.

But Carter didn't have a grudge against him, and it was only the Eastern Conference semifinals.

Knock·· Knock·· Knock··

Looking at the players who were waiting for the Pistons, Mo Wen pretended to show an embarrassed expression.

He played a tactical gesture with his teammates that he didn't use very often, and the Heat players didn't suspect him running.

Damon Jones ran from the left side to the 45° three-point line with the help of Fat Fat's pick-and-roll pocket, while Wade, who was cruising on the right, cut to the left with the help of Dazhi's cover.

And Dazhi did not stand still after helping Wade cover, but ran to the right elbow area and covered Mo Wen who broke through again.

The Pistons players chased them very aggressively one by one, but they all maintained their observation of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen didn't have any complicated movements, just simply supported his elbow after passing the cover.

And Daben, who came out from behind Dazhi, also waved his arm cooperatively.

When the two were exchanging greetings between men, Billups, who was chasing Damon Jones, and Prince, who was about to pull Dazhi away, all wrapped them up.

Seeing that he was about to fall into a desperate situation, Mo Wen did not hurry to get close to the big himself, and then took advantage of a hidden waist pass to send the ball to Ao Fat.

Don't ask why Rashid didn't intercept the ball.

When anyone fights with Ao Fat with all his might, they can't distract themselves from the extra attention.

Ao Fat has a characteristic, that is, his strength and explosion will be half stronger when he holds the ball.

So Rashid, who was barely able to fight against Ao Fat just now, was unable to stop the shark's predation at this time.

Bang –

Poof-

O Fat hung on the hoop, while Rashid sat on the floor in a very standard 2K down-to-earth position.

The difference between the two teams widened to 17 points.

Rashid slapped the floor unwillingly, and then looked at Big Ben with a look of resentment.

I'm really lonely without you~

Although they are all black, Ao Fat's size is really not something he can afford alone.

Billups overheard a faint smile on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, and suddenly felt that things were not so simple.

Not to mention anything else, the tactic that the Heat ran just now was not a single tactic for outside players, but a very conventional inside single tactic.

The purpose of that tactic is to try to get the post players away through the running position, creating space and opportunities for the center forward.

In the next round, the Pistons' offense, Hamilton shot iron, and after the rebound was picked up by Big Ben, Rashid was iron, and it was another long rebound, and when Hamilton just grabbed the ball, Mo Wen suddenly dodged over.

Unreasonably snatched the basketball from Hamilton.

The roles were reversed, and the Pistons players once again helplessly rushed back to defense.

Mo Wen's speed of 79 is just the level of an ordinary main force, coupled with Hamilton's constant interference, he successfully blocked Mo Wen's fast attack.

The Pistons players put on the defensive formation just now, and they still have to work hard to block Mo Wen's offense.

Mo Wen repeated the old tricks, and after his teammates settled down, he used the tactics just now, Rashid felt that the situation was not right, and intended to turn around and copy the ball, but Ao Fat didn't like half-hearted men, so Rashid was once again pushed aside.

The shark came out of the water again and bit the piston hard again.

A difference of 19 points.

And there are more than 3 minutes left until half-time.

"The Pistons have invested too many defensive resources in Mo, and they can't forget that the Heat still has a big shark on the inside!" Buckley shook his head in the commentary room.

"Whether it's Rashid or Big Ben, it's not one person who can guard against O'Neal, although the game has a tendency to be played, but if you play like this, you will lose suspense at halftime."

Larry Brown also noticed that he was about to break the 2-point difference, but for more than 3 minutes, with Mo Wen's scoring explosiveness, it was still dangerous.

He decided to grit his teeth and stick with it.

Billups was also very good, hitting two points in the next round to help the Pistons get blood back.

But the Pistons' crisis was not resolved, and for the next two minutes or so, Mo Wen played quite well around O'Neal.

Ao Fat made 3 of 4 shots and scored 6 points super efficiently.

The Pistons' offense was already constipated, and in order to delay time, the offensive efficiency was greatly reduced, and the scoring was almost stagnant.

The difference between the two teams also came to 22 points.

1 minute left.

The Pistons' players were a little overwhelmed.

The pinching of Mo Wen only contained Mo Wen's score, and the score difference between the two teams went up along with the player's blood pressure.

It's not that he didn't have 20 points of blood abuse by the opponent, but he was suppressed by 20 points at halftime, which is really difficult to overcome.

Don't look at their usual self-proclaimed blue-collar workers, but "ordinary" does not hinder their self-confidence.

Even if they're not at the Palace in Auburn Hills, they can still feel the wails of the Pistons fans in front of the TV.

They also didn't want to see Mo Wen cut high scores over their heads, but in comparison, he was more reluctant to lose easily in this way.

After Larry Brown called a timeout, there was silence in front of the Pistons coach's bench.

Mo Wen, who was passing by, glanced at Larry Brown with deep meaning.

Do you want to divide the difference, or do you want to record?

"You guys..."

Larry Brown wanted to praise the player for doing a good job, but looking at the glaring point difference, he couldn't open his mouth.

This kind of point difference, this kind of performance, change opponents, and the Pistons players may have to face the "reservoir flood".

But the tactics and strategies were all ordered by him, and there were no mistakes in the execution of the players.

If there is a problem, it is also his problem.

This feeling is like only five "straights" left, and you have made a single in order to suppress the landlord's hand.

And this leaflet was crushed to death!

"Don't worry about him, just defend according to the routine in the future, stick to it, fight it, we still have hope."

Larry Brown said with all seriousness.

Billups turned his head to the side, looking at the look on his face as if he had smelled something in reply.

Rashid, on the other hand, was like a woman who accidentally passed by the mold base in South Korea, covering her ass and stock, and her face was numb.

Do you know how he got over these few minutes?

Ao Fat scored 10 points before and after, and he who was responsible for the single defense of Ao Fat fell 4 times!

What is the concept of 4 times?

Almost every time, Ao Fat has to squeeze him down before he is willing to make a move!

Falling into an unknown number of petals with his ass is also his self-righteous heart.

fell to the back, Mo Wen couldn't stand it and took the initiative to pull him.

In the commentary room, Barkley was still laughing and teasing, and now the inner line is as soft as toilet paper.

But Kenyon Martin in front of the TV did not laugh along, but silently touched his buttocks.

Can't cry, scars, it's a man's medal!

···

"Mo gave up the intention of scoring 30 points in the half, it can only be said that he made a very wise decision, 20+10 in the half is also a quite amazing record, and then as long as they stabilize the difference in the third quarter, they can leave work early." Kenny Smith looked at the cheerful home field in the camera and felt a little bored.

The home fans must be happy with a big lead, but for their neutral commentators, a game without competition is boring.

Just when the guys and the Pistons thought the first half was going to pass like this.

Mo Wen on the other side poked Ao Fat with his elbow.

"You just went too far, aren't you afraid that Rashid will give you two punches?"

"It's not you, what am I afraid of, besides, it's you who passed the ball to me, and it's you who led the team to play inside tactics, in fact, you are the main murderer, I'm just an accomplice!"

Ao Fat said nonchalantly, "Time is running out in the future, if they want to transfer back, are you going to give it a try?" ”

Mo Wen squirted a stream of water into his mouth and nodded.

"Seven points, just two threes, you can help me play a good block or grab a rebound, in case I'm lucky... The next game is where you and Dwyane have a chance to break out. ”

Ao Pang raised his eyebrows, should he say it or not, Mo Wen said that this speech is art.

The little brother in Los Angeles felt that he was coming and took the ball directly, and when it came to Mo Wen's mouth, it became an opportunity for him and Wade to break out.

After the timeout, the Pistons unexpectedly let go of Mo Wen's defense.

After Mo Wen dribbled the ball across the half court like a walk, he seized the opportunity to keep a large distance between the surrounding Pistons players and himself, just past the logo area, and threw the ball to the basket with a slight brake.

Whoosh –

As soon as Prince braked and turned, the basketball flew over his head.

Then it fell into the net bag under the bewildered gaze of all the Pistons players.

There was no arrogant celebration, Mo Wen just returned to the logo of the heat, stepped on the burning basketball, and reached out to make a gesture of warming the fire.

"Super far three points... Hit! It's 26 minutes! Oh, Kenny, you're still early, and it looks like Mo hasn't given up on the idea of hitting the record yet. ”

In the studio, Barkley, who was seated, sat up on a sit-up and slapped the table.

Larry Brown, who had just returned to the coach's seat, also bounced up from his seat as if his hemorrhoids had returned.

"Shit, he's a monster!"

"Stop him, leave the others alone, stop him from scoring!"

The old man shouted from the sidelines, regardless of his image.

In the Pistons' offensive round, Billups did not blindly press the rhythm, but played a Reggie Miller-style elevator door tactic, going around in circles to catch the ball and shoot outside the three-point line.

There is a big vacancy, but unfortunately he doesn't feel good today, and he is a little short of entering.

Wade pushed Prince away and grabbed the rebound, and then yelled at Mo Wen.

The two advanced at the same time on the left and right flanks.

Seeing that the Pistons players were about to follow, Wade gritted his teeth and vigorously passed the ball to Mo Wen's front.

Smack-

After receiving this powerful pass, listening to the footsteps behind him, Mo Wen was not in a hurry to make a move, he had a bold idea.

He adjusted his pace and waited for the footsteps behind him to gradually approach, and felt that the distance was almost enough before he suddenly jumped and braked, and jumped high in a three-point straight line in the bottom corner... Out of inertia, there is also a bit of drift.

Top elbow press wrist.

Throw the ball out before the external force of the body hits.

Mo Wen, who lost his balance in the air, did not panic, and the thrust was even smaller than he expected.

Like a cat, he simply adjusted the angle of his limbs in the air, and at the moment when his palm touched the ground, Mo Wen rolled on the ground twice smoothly and skillfully, unloading the force cleanly, and when it came to the third lap, Mo Wen completed a chic flip with a little force.

Not in the mood to care who pushed him, Mo Wen and everyone's eyes looked at the basketball that had already landed.

Toot –

The referee gave the answer, he pointed to Billups, who was holding the French military salute, and very firmly signaled to score and add a penalty, AND ONE!

Roar!!!!

In an instant, the entire American Airlines stadium was boiling.

"God, Mo Wen scored three points, and there is a penalty, my God, this goal is too good, I am poor in words, let me check the dictionary!" Yang Jian patted his head, and suddenly felt that the poems he usually memorized were not enough.

"Wo, just applaud, this goal has locked in the top ten goals of the year. How awesome, needless to say, the audience will be over watching it! ”

Director Zhang clapped his palms suddenly, without any explanation.

Mo Wen didn't think about what to do, and he was overwhelmed by the surging teammates.

"If you want me to grab a rebound, you kid is giving me a chance to grab a rebound!"

"Don't you must have some kind of high-tech installed in your arm, it must be, it's really good to mess with Fake!"

"I knew you could, and God couldn't stop you!"

"And the free throws, and the free throws. Don't rejoice too soon! ”

Billups looked at his palm in disbelief.

What stupid thing he just did!

If Mo Wen wants to vote, let him vote.

There is still a little time left, and it is impossible to press Mo Wen to have another chance to attack.

This also added a penalty to him.

Thinking about Mo Wen's free throw shooting rate of more than 9 percent, Billups couldn't wait to slap himself in the mouth.

Surrounded by a group of Heat players, Mo Wen came to the free throw line.

Of course, before the free throw, Mo Wen did not forget to thank his "benefactor"

"I knew you were going to push me, and you didn't let me down."

Of course, just thanking him was not over, Mo Wen gave Billups a gesture of "2" and "1" again.

"What do you mean?" Billups's eyelids twitched a little strangely, but Mo Wen didn't mean to explain it now.

In the anticipation of the fans at the whole stadium; in the cheering of the domestic audience; In Larry Brown's desperation, Mo Wen scored the free throw with an unpretentious shot.

Suddenly, the stadium that had just been quiet exploded again.

Some people are so excited that they are almost dizzy, and some people are suffocated and almost faint.

Historically, 30+ in the playoff half is not uncommon, and Nash played it once some time ago, but in the second half.

But when it comes to the divisional finals, 30+ at halftime is only a handful.

Not to mention that it's still 30+10.

This score basically indicates that the Heat have at least 50 points in the half (30 direct points + 10*2 assists) directly related to Mo Wen.

What is a big core with the ball! (Tactical Fallback)

Ajan off the court: Got it, got it!

Even Mo Wen felt that his hand feeling was a little exaggerated.

In fact, he didn't have much confidence in the last two three-pointers, but he just went in!

Could it be that the characters lost in the first two games have been regained today?

With the experience of the first two rollovers, the Heat didn't get carried away.

There was still one round to go, and the Heat and Pistons played a tacit ball.

Looking at the murderous eyes of the Pistons players, the Heat didn't have the idea of getting the difference between the two teams to 30+ in the half.

For the Pistons, this point difference is already quite magical and cruel.

It even hit the players' self-confidence.

Waiting smoothly for time to run out, there was not even any defense for Hamilton to finish the goal of recovering the score.

With a 27-point difference, the two teams entered the break very calmly.

Before leaving the game, Mo Wen stopped Billups.

"Do you want to know the meaning of my gesture?"

"Huh?"

"You don't think, just forget it, for the sake of you being an old friend, I gave you a discount, do you choose 1 rib or accompany me to play 2 games?" Mo Wen put his arms around his neck and said gloomily.

"Don't go too far, you kid, I obviously didn't use my strength, and you also made free throws."

Billups had already thought of an excuse to push Mo Wen away.

"Hey, it's not hard, right, then I know your choice, the second half... Let's have a good exchange in the next game! Mo Wen patted him on the shoulder.

"Fake, don't you be ashamed, you really think I'm scared of you, bastard, damn it... When labor and management win this year's championship, they will fight you at most! ”

Billups scolded and pushed Mo Wen away, and then walked quickly into the player tunnel full of cameras without looking back.

"Hey, I'm waiting for me to find you in the summer!"

Mo Wen showed a villain's sneer.

You can run the monk, can you run to the temple?

···

The home team's dressing room, already filled with praise, and with a 27-point lead at half-time, victory was only a matter of time.

Open, open hard, tonight's champagne will be paid by Mo Gongzi!

On the other side, in the Pistons visiting locker room, a clash broke out.

Larry Brown's accusations at the players made Billups, who had just been angry with Mo Wen, unable to bear it any longer.

It's obvious that you are stupid, and you have to target Mo Wen.

According to the normal rhythm, even if Mo Wen gets 30+, the Pistons will not lose so badly, and it is even possible to recover a little difference during this time.

Judging from the first half of the second quarter, Mo Wen's 2-point efficiency was not high. If the Pistons still play at their usual pace, let Mo Wen score 2 points according to the previous efficiency, and it is not a dream to recover the point difference.

But Larry Brown still felt that there was no problem with his choice, that is, the player slackened at the end.

If this is put in the live broadcast room, you can more or less receive two rockets that are "still hard-mouthed".

But in the locker room, only Billups was willing to stand up and fight him passionately.

And what chilled Larry Brown the most was that after they scolded, the Pistons players were all standing and watching the show, and only a few assistant coaches came to pull the rack, and then... Squirted by Billups.

In the second half, an angry Larry Brown directly pressed Billups to the bench, clearly exposing the contradictions in the locker room.

On the Heat side, there was no main force, only Wade, who didn't score much, was left on the court, but the Pistons' morale was gone, and after 5 minutes, the difference was further stretched to 32 points.

Larry Brown was in a hurry, yelling at the players on the field, and then had to pinch his nose and lift Billups up.

Billups was not polite, threw the towel on the ground, and went on the court with a cold face - he originally wanted to throw it on Brown's head, but he thought that there would be a game to come, so he held back.

Wade didn't play much in the follow-up, because the Pistons players moved more and more, and even began to attack without the ball.

Now is not the era when gentleman basketball was rampant, and if you want to make a big news, you have to weigh whether you are tough enough.

The Heat's Neo Fat and Wade are two quasi-sick numbers here, and they don't dare to push too hard.

In the end, one Haslem was left to grab rebounds on the court, which means that everyone else has been replaced and rested.

After Billups came on the court, the Pistons regrouped and slashed melons and vegetables against the Heat's bench, and finally recovered the score to within 20 points before the fourth quarter.

felt that the Pistons still had some hope of winning, and when the fourth quarter came up, Mo Wen scored 7 points again, stabilizing the score at 20 points, before finally officially leaving work.

Heat 112:93 Pistons in the final game.

This time, Mo Wen played 27 minutes and scored 37 points, 12 assists, 7 rebounds, 3 steals, 1 block and 1 legend.

Anticlimactic?

No, that's all Mo Wen's love for Detroit.

··· After all, Billups is in a hurry to push people, and Mo Wen has no injury resistance of 90 and doesn't dare to bet on what other people will do with him.

For the Pistons, this game can't be said to be a snake's head and tail, it should be playing with snakes and being slashed at the same time.

Although the fans were a little disappointed in the second half, they were also very happy to eat melons in the middle.

Mo Wen was 30+10 in the half, and then caused the Pistons to infighting.

No one is optimistic that the Pistons will continue to defend their title this year.

East Final G6.

Although the Pistons repeatedly emphasized that the conflict was just a tactical dispute before the game, now that the coach has reconciled, they have also reflected on the mistakes in the last game and have not given up hope of qualifying.

But judging from the performance of the Pistons players, there is no longer the determination to fight against the odds.

Mo Wen, who played superbly on the court, kept a low profile in Detroit to fulfill his promise.

Together with Ao Fat, they once again formed the Touching Fish Brothers to help Wade and other role players find confidence.

After halftime, the Heat 49:41 Pistons.

Mo Wen scored just 10 points, but also handed out 10 assists and another half-time double-double.

For such a Buddhist Mo Wen, Pistons fans don't want to boo.

At least judging from Mo Wen's performance, he really respects Detroit.

Someone even raised "Mo back home!" on the sidelines of the stadium ] brand.

Director Zhang was enthusiastic to translate for everyone.

"Mo Back Home literally translates as Mo Go Home, and the literal translation is not to come back, you see Detroit fans know that this is not a good place, although I won the championship last year, but if I want to say, Mo Wen still has to go to this more reliable team."

In the third quarter, the Pistons tried to cheer up and organized two sets of offensive climaxes, but every time they wanted to catch up with the score, Mo Wen and Ao Fat or the veteran Mo Ning would stand up very resolutely, score strongly, and have been suppressing the Pistons.

By the fourth quarter, the home fanatical fans hadn't given up yet.

But the Pistons have lost the spirit that sustained them.

Larry Brown, who had lost Billups' trust, couldn't drive the sophisticated car as he used to.

The Big Three and the Tigers battled each other for half a quarter in the fourth quarter, but the margin stretched to double digits during that time.

"I can feel how sad the palace of Auburn Hills is at the moment, it is not their dream to be broken by being defeated in this way."

"Coach Larry Brown has confirmed his departure, and hopefully next year's new head coach will surprise everyone."

In the ESPN studio, McBrin said regretfully.

In the final two minutes, the atmosphere on the Pistons bench was not as stiff as it was at the beginning.

They all seem to realize that this promising season is over.

The resignation is already in Larry Brown's inner pocket, and he just needs to wait for the game to be over and he will be handed over to Dumas, who will be able to chase his dream of a sky-high contract after winning the championship.

"BOSS, ARE WE GOING TO HIRE HIM AGAIN?"

"What do you say? Didn't you recommend him to me before? Dolan took the cigar and looked at Isaiah in confusion.

"Uh... Yes and no, I used to think he would be like Mr. Chuck (Dary), but Chauncey's performance has made me a little skeptical lately, and I feel like I can postpone the signing of him if necessary. It's best to ask Mo's opinion, I think he will succeed sooner than James... No, he's already half the battle, and if he can come to the Knicks, the other half won't be far away! ”

Isaiah muttered to himself somewhat ambivalently.

On the court, there was 1 minute left, an 11-point difference, Wade and Ao Fat were all out of the court, and only Mo Wen was left on the court to send the Pistons on the last ride.

Billups and Prince gambled on four fast-break three-pointers in a row, scoring only one, completely strangling the Miracle.

Stern, who was watching the game from the sidelines, wanted to pretend to be deep, but the smile on his face couldn't hide it.

Although there were more than ten seconds left before the end of the game, Stern couldn't wait to hand the championship trophy to the Heat players and let the staff on the sidelines get ready.

Miller moments?

No, Hamilton didn't have a three-pointer, and Billups was seen dead by Wade.

The red light flashed, and there was no lack of blood, and the absurd East Decisive came to an end in a red-white rain that was a little short of pounds and two

"Gotta win the championship! Keep the championship in the East and wait for us to win it next year! ”

Listening to Billups's words in the first half, Mo Wen still had a little feeling, but after listening to the second half, he immediately disappeared.

"You guys will enter the Eastern Finals first next year, and don't forget that we still have a fist waiting for me to go to you after the finals."

"What punch? What are you talking about, how can I not understand? After Billups slapped Mo Wen twice in the back, Fei also fled.

"Fack, you'd better move quickly, Chauncey!"

Mo Wen gritted his teeth and waved his fist at him in the air.

Turning around and hugging Larry Brown, the old man tried to dodge, but was caught by the enthusiastic Mo Wen.

However, to Larry Brown's surprise, Mo Wen did not do anything to him again.

Just normal hugs, and—

"Thank you for sending me to the finals two years in a row, Larry."

"You're a jerk, kid."

"You're a bastard too, old man."

"I wish you a happy 'finish' of the finals!"

"Have a nice mess in New York!"

On this night, the flashing lights of the media, like shining stars, shimmered against the trophy that was lifted by the Heat.

When everyone dispersed, Mo Wen did not leave the scene with him.

looked at the fluttering flag over the court, and made a very gentlemanly curtain call bow under the few shots.

“In case I don’t see you， good afternoon， good evening， and good night！”

Kidney stones flare-up, but it was a little more later

(End of chapter)