God of NBA point guards

Chapter 131 With this black stewed egg, the future god of basketball?

The game started at 08:30, and at 07:30, the United Center Arena was already full.

This arena can accommodate nearly 22000 people during a basketball game. Now there are 2000 visiting team fans, and the rest are all home team fans, nearly 2 people.

The front row, the positions behind and in the middle of the two benches are the best, Flying Pig Barkley, Magic Johnson, Skyhook Kareem, Olajuwon, Ewing, etc., seven or eight league superstars and stars Sitting together, their tickets are all presented by the bulls.

In addition to them, there are a large number of Hollywood stars, as well as some famous singers, such as Arnold, Roberts, Tom Cruise, Madonna and so on.

"Hey Hakeem, who are you rooting for between MJ and Iron Fist?"

The TNT reporter started to interview these stars and stars with the live camera, and was the first to find Hakeem Olajuwon.

"You're asking a stupid question, do you expect me to support that bastard Iron Fist?" Olajuwon said angrily, staring at the reporter.

Afraid of being beaten by the old hooligan, the reporter suppressed a smile and hurried away, came to Ewing and asked, "Patrick?"

"MJ is my friend."

Ewing thought for three seconds, and then muffled when the reporter was about to leave.

"Erwin, what about you?"

The reporter breathed a sigh of relief. Interviewing Ewing was really difficult. He quickly handed the microphone to the magician's mouth.

"Sorry, Patrick is right, MJ is my friend, I have to support him. And if the Pistons are swept away, there will be an extra million dollars in charity in this world, which is a very good thing." The magician smiled. .

The reporter laughed, and then asked: "You and the assassin are best friends, don't you support him?"

The magician's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he turned around and asked Barkley next to him, "Charles, who do you support?"

"I have to say, Erwin, your idea is good, I hope there will be an extra one million donations." Barkley shrugged.

"Karim, what about you?"

Knowing that the magician was unhappy, the reporter stopped pestering him and changed his target.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar has long been mentally prepared and said: "One is a friend and the other is my junior. I support them both."

After asking questions here, the reporter ran to the side to ask those celebrities.

"Tom, MJ and Iron Fist, who do you support?"

"Of course I support MJ, who will support the bad boy? The best result is a sweep. I hope they all donate $50."

Tom Cruise said with a smile on his face.

"How about you, Juliet?"

Roberts smiled: "I just want to enjoy a good game tonight, and I don't have a specific support goal."

The reporter sensitively grasped some information from this sentence, and quickly asked, "Juliet, do you know Iron Fist?"

Roberts nodded and said, "When he was in the Bruins before, I watched him play in Los Angeles. We had a few chats, but we didn't know each other well."

Having said that, she added: "I'm not familiar with Michael Jordan either."

"Arnold, what about you?"

Arnold said: "Of course it is MJ. We are friends. Do we need to ask? By the way, there are two 50 dollars. I hope they can fulfill their promises."

"Hey Queen Madonna, how about you?"

"Support Michael Jordan for the time being. He called me, but I'm not sure I can stick to it. In fact, I have no interest in him. Maybe I will have a better choice. He is not the one I like." Madonna Said.

The reporter was stunned, and couldn't help but slander: "Queen, I'm asking who you support. Do you think you're picking your bed partner tonight?"

He interviewed a few more stars, but unexpectedly found that the support of these stars for Jordan was not as strong as those of the league stars.

Of course, most of the stars support Jordan, only two or three have vague and neutral attitudes, and no one explicitly supports Tekken.

In general, the vast majority of people support Jordan, and even hope for a sweep for the $100 million charity.

"See, these guys have no support for us."

In the visiting team's locker room, the assassin stared at the TV on the wall with a cold and authentic tone.

"No one supports Iron Fist, not us." The heartless Rodman laughed.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

"At this time last year, we were still the big villains of the league, but this year has been much better." John Sely said indifferently.

"Iron Fist?" Joe Dumas looked at Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan was changing his sneakers, looked up at the TV, then lowered his head and continued to tidy up his shoelaces, and said in his mouth: "It's okay, Michael Jordan has been famous for many years, and he is the new brand of the league. I'm just a rookie, and I don't have his strength. It is a Chinese, and it would be strange if they all supported it."

……

At eight o'clock, the two sides announced the starting lineup.

Pistons: John Saley, Dennis Rodman, Orlando Ulrich, Joe Dumars, Joo Kwon
Bulls: Bill Carterwhite, Grant, Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, John Paxson

At this time, the substitute came out to warm up, and when Isiah Thomas led all the Pistons' substitute players to file out, there was a huge booing and abuse in the United Center immediately.

"Substitute, you are just a poor substitute now."

"Bad boy, never go back to Chicago, you're not welcome here."

"Thomas, look up to MJ."

He watched everything with cold eyes, turned a deaf ear, raised his chin high, and ran to the court.

As a Chicagoan born in Chicago, he loathes and hates the city and the fans.

In the TNT commentary seat, Robert Jeddah smiled and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Eastern Conference Finals G1 is about to begin. Let us take a look at tonight's starting lineup."

Ringo Wilson went on to read the list, and then said: "I don't know if the Bulls will arrange for Michael Jordan to switch to the Iron Fist tonight. Otherwise, if John Paxson is placed against the Iron Fist, facing the person who broke his two ribs, he may There will be psychological shadows."

Robert Guida nodded and said: "If you switch defenses, John Paxson can only defend Joe Dumars, and certainly not Ulrich, because coach Jackson arranged for him to switch defenses against Ulrich in the regular season, which has been proven to be impossible. .

His height is the same as that of Tekken, with a shoe height of 188 cm and a weight of 84 kg. This height and tonnage are actually not bad for the No. [-] position. He has a strong confrontation ability, but it is not enough for Tekken.

However, switching to Joe Dumars, Dumars shoes are 191 centimeters high and weighs 86 kilograms, there is no problem at all.

It's just that Joe Dumars is currently the Pistons' first scoring point, with a strong offensive ability, while John Paxson's defense is average, and he can't defend the opponent.

So in fact, if the Bulls switch defenses, no matter how they switch, Paxson will be a weakness that the Pistons can target.

This is also how the Pistons played against the Bulls in the regular season, just staring at the Bulls' point guard. "

Ringo Wilson said: "I think from the perspective of tactics and lineup, there is a high probability that the defense will be changed. From the perspective of Michael Jordan and Tekken's festivities, Jordan's character will definitely switch to Tekken."

"I think that's for sure, he wouldn't be Michael Jordan if he didn't switch to Iron Fist," Robert Guidha said.

Now they're both betting $50, a lot of money, especially for Tekken just entering the league.

If the Bulls sweep the Pistons, the two of them will donate 50 at the same time, so now many people are looking forward to, hoping that the Pistons will be swept, so that there will be a donation of 100 million US dollars, haha!

Well, just kidding, I don't want a sweep, because the one-sided game makes people feel no sense of expectation. I am actually looking forward to what will happen in this Eastern Conference finals. "

Ringo Wilson said with a smile: "In order to prevent a match like the Battle of Auburn Hills from happening again, this time the league sent referee No. 17, Joseph Joy Crawford, a golden whistle who has been in the NBA refereeing profession for 15 years. "

In the player channel at this time, a team of security guards stood in the middle, which was a deliberate arrangement.

At this time, the ten starters from the Bulls and Pistons came in a file, separated on both sides of the wall, and the narrow passage was crowded.

Jordan was at the back and nodded to Joe Dumars who was next to him. This was probably the only person the Pistons could greet him.

He looked over several heads and looked at Zhou Quan, who was at the front of the Pistons. His eyes were cold, but very hot.

He is looking forward to destroying Zhou Quan and his team in the most brutal way on the court, and eliminating the opponent with the most desperate sweep.

He even expected to suppress Zhou Quan in this way throughout his career. He vowed to give Zhou Quan a failed and extremely dismal career.

Zhou Quan seemed to sense the scorching gaze, and when he looked back, his gaze met Jordan's.

At that moment, the eyes of both of them lit up, and under the strong willpower, their eyes were full of murderous intent.

"If I can step on the league's new star star, I will definitely be famous."

At this moment, this utilitarian idea flashed in Zhou Quan's mind, and it was unstoppable.

Turning around, he looked out at the United Center again, waiting to be played.

At this time, he had some doubts, because the system hadn't issued the task yet.

But at this moment, his vision blurred, and the system's virtual screen automatically unfolded in front of his eyes.

"It's finally here!" He couldn't help but stare.

"Mission issued: Facing the future basketball god Michael Jordan who has entered the peak state, please do your best to show your style."

"hiss!"

Seeing this, with his composure and full-level mental willpower, he couldn't help gasping, and suddenly turned to look at Jordan behind him.

"This guy, can he become the god of basketball in the future?" He couldn't believe it, just because of this black corned egg?

"Task 1: Ask the host to advance to the finals, reward speed +1, injury resistance +2, prediction +3."

"Mission 2: In the Eastern Conference Finals series, perform evenly with Michael Jordan, or drag into the tiebreaker, and reward speed and injury resistance +2, anticipation +3."

"Mission 3: Win at least one away game and one home game in the Eastern Conference Finals series, reward prediction +3."

After reading the content of the three missions, the third mission is relatively less difficult and has a chance to be completed. The second mission is definitely not as good as Jordan's performance, but there should be a chance to be dragged into the tiebreaker. The first mission This is of course very difficult, but everything is possible, and hard work is required under any circumstances.

"Give it your best shot."

He turned off the system, the game was coming, and there were no more distractions.

……

At [-]:[-], the starters started.

The lights of the United Center arena suddenly went out, and the huge arena was plunged into darkness.

Zhou Quan was the first to appear on the stage, standing at the entrance of the passage. The moment the lights went out, he felt as if he had fallen into a dark abyss.

Then the next moment, a huge pillar of snowy light lit up, enveloping him in it.

"The main point guard from the Detroit Pistons, Zhou Quan." The host's voice suddenly sounded.

"Shh!"

In the dark United Center arena, boos sounded like mountains and seas, rushing towards Zhou Quan like a sky-high tide.

This kind of huge and extreme booing is constantly impacting his willpower. Even if the spiritual willpower is level 99, maybe it only needs one uneasiness, and his spiritual willpower will be booed by 2 people Instantly crushed.

Smiling, he took steps forward, and under the illumination of the beam of light, he walked forward unhurriedly.

There's no need to wave to visiting fans. It's a waste of expression. He can't even sell a pair of sneakers in Chicago. There can't be fans of him in this city.

"Hey, hello!"

Entering the stadium, he came to the phalanx of visiting team fans and started waving and interacting.

A total of [-] Pistons fans were shouting with all their might, trying to cheer for their team at the United Center. Unfortunately, they were suppressed by nearly [-] Bulls fans. Only Zhou Quan could hear their voices when he stood in front of them. sound.

In an apartment not far from the University of Chicago, Zhang Lili's home, he and his wife are watching the game.

"The momentum at home is too strong. It is too difficult for the Pistons not to lose in the away game!" He said with emotion.

"Didn't the Pistons win the first two rounds on the road?" his wife said.

"How can the home courts of the Cavaliers and the Knicks compare with the Bulls' home courts? The Knicks' home court fans have all booed." He said.

"Isn't that a loser?"

Zhang rationally explained: "It is difficult for the visiting team to win at the Bulls' home court. Since last season, the Bulls' home court has been one of the most terrifying home courts in the league, and it is also the home court with the highest home win rate.

In such a horrible home atmosphere, [-]% of the strength of the visiting team can play [-]% to [-]%. That is a very good performance. It is normal to perform abnormally. If you can play a explosive performance, then congratulations, you want to be famous up. "

"boom!"

At this time, the United Center, the home team played, and when it was Michael Jordan's turn, the entire arena erupted like a boiling volcano.

"MJ! MJ! MJ..."

Endless shouts resounded in all directions.

Zhou Quan and his teammates stood in the same half. He noticed that the old birds like Joe Dumars were not greatly affected, and the smile on Rodman's face was still bright.

In fact, it is not surprising that the Bad Boys have suppressed Jordan for so many years, and they have long been used to the Bulls' home court.

Next, is Jordan's highlight moment. He will take over the third MVP trophy in his career, and defend this honor after last year.

Originally, David Stern was going to come in person, but it happened that some things couldn't get away from him, so he sent his special assistant, Hawk Houston, to present the trophy to Jordan.

When Jordan won the Morris Podorov Cup, the entire United Center was in a state of eruption, and [-] Bulls fans cheered wildly for him.

"Hopefully I can get it in the future too."

Zhou Quan couldn't help showing envy in his eyes.

But he knows it's not easy. Isiah Thomas is considered very strong, and the No. [-] position is second only to Magic Johnson, but he has never been involved in an MVP.

After the warm-up, Zhou Quan hugged Kareem Abdul-Jabbar who got up and walked up after the warm-up, and said a few words.

He was not familiar with the others. He was about to say hello to Barkley, but he felt extremely hot eyes. When he saw it, he saw an old hooligan staring at him fiercely.

He crossed Barkley, walked up to Dameng and asked, "Hey, senior, Karl Malone, Larry Johnson, and Charles Oakley all have an appointment with me, won't you keep up? "

With a whimper, Dameng jumped up from his seat, his eyes were about to burst into flames, his teeth were about to be crushed, and his fists were about to bleed.

"Iron Fist, Hakim didn't provoke you this time, you provoke him, okay?" Barkley stood up for his old friend, got up and walked to Zhou Quan's side.

Zhou Quan looked at Barkley playfully, and explained with a smile: "Sir Charles, I just gave him a chance, do you have an opinion?"

Barkley twitched his cheeks. It was obvious that there was not much left in the friendship between him and Iron Fist.

But he doesn't care, after all, he and Dameng have been friends for many years, doesn't he know which is more important?

"Okay, calm down."

At this time, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar came over to separate a few people and said, "Give me a face, the game is about to start, okay?"

"OK."

Zhou Quan is kind and honest.

"Hakim, you are not his opponent in a fight, so don't promise him." After Zhou Quan left, Barkley warned.

"Humph!"

Dameng snorted angrily, and sat down depressed and irritable.

"Dick!

At 28:[-], the referee Crawford blew his whistle to signal both sides to start.

"For victory! Victory! Victory..."

Amid Michael Jordan's yelling, all the Bulls players yelled slogans, and then the entire United Center rang out with huge shouts.

"We are tough, tough, iron-blooded, and we are fearless..."

Under Zhou Quan's leadership, the Pistons were also hissing and roaring, but even with the cheers of [-] away fans, under the suppression of [-] home fans, the momentum could not rise.

"Play!"

Zhou Quan's roar sounded again.

The moment he stepped onto the court, the adrenaline in his body was soaring so fast that the muscles all over his body trembled slightly.

"Di!"

At 08:30, with Crawford's whistle, the Eastern Conference Finals G1 game officially started.

(End of this chapter)