God of NBA point guards

Chapter 177 You said it doesn't count

On the 8th, the Pistons returned to Detroit.

The schedule is a bit unreasonable. Except for a few days between the two away games, they can only return to Detroit first, which increases the team's flight distance.

On the 10th, the Pistons flew to Chicago.

The Bulls got off to a good start in the away game, but lost the second game at home to the Eagles led by Wilkins. Although Jordan scored 35 points, his shooting percentage was only 44.8%. The Pacers have avoided a losing streak, and the Bulls are now two wins and one loss.

"We're going to win this game."

That night, the Pistons held a tactical meeting in the hotel, and as soon as it started, Chuck Daly put down his words.

He went on to say: "In the so-called iron triangle of the Bulls, only Michael Jordan is difficult to defend. We can't predict his performance, but with our current main lineup, it is possible to carry it.

They might let Pippen stare at Ulrich to play, but Pippen doesn't have explosive scoring ability, even if he blows Ulrich's point, he can't kill us.

So the Bulls must still be Jordan's main attack, Iron Fist, you and Joe deal with him together, I don't care if he gets 30+ or ​​40+, I just need you to reduce his offensive efficiency.

In short, I want to win this game. I need to combine the inside and outside lines to fight. Iron Fist is responsible for connecting the inside lines and blooming across the board. "

He is good at defense, and it is he who brought up the league's current iron-blooded defensive style, but he also knows that the Pistons' defense is not as good as last season, so he can only strengthen the offense to solve the deficiencies on the defensive end and make up for it with more points. Losing points on the defensive end is also a helpless move.

11th, game day.

Pistons: Ronnie Secali, Terry Mills, Orlando Ulrich, Joe Dumars, Joo Kwon
Bulls: Bill Carterwhite, Horace Grant, Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, BJ Armstrong

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

This game is the Bulls' national live broadcast, broadcast live by ESPN TV, and the commentators are Rock Howard and Larry Winston.

Howard said: "The Pistons are so pitiful. This game is their first national live broadcast, and it was the Bulls."

Winston laughed: "So they have to thank Michael for giving them a chance to be exposed."

"Fuck you."

In the locker room of the visiting team, the assassin stepped forward to turn off the TV while cursing.

He stared back at Zhou Quan and said loudly: "Iron Fist, today we are going to blow them up, they are nothing special."

"of course."

Zhou Quan nodded solemnly.

Then the assassin led the bench players out to warm up, and there were only five starters left in the locker room.

Joe Dumas said: "The Bulls played three games. Michael Jordan averaged 29.3 points per game, and he didn't exert his strength, but he will definitely exert his strength this time. We have to be careful."

Zhou Quan nodded. He blushed when he thought of Jordan blowing down his head with an average of 40+ per game in the Eastern Conference Finals.

Of course, it wasn't all cut off on his head. He only faced Jordan on the defensive end at the back, and Joe Dumars defended him in the first few games.

But he is the boss, and helping to defend Jordan is also one of his tasks, so he has to bear the blame.

"Joe, I guard him today," he said.

"it is good."

Joe Dumars couldn't wish for it. He had defended Jordan for so many years, and finally someone was willing to take over.

A few minutes later, Zhou Quan led the team to the player channel and saw Jordan.

This time, the positions of the two are the same, both are the finale.

"Flying man, you asked me to play baseball, why don't you believe me? It won't be ten years from now, right?" Zhou Quan asked.

Jordan was very upset, very upset, but unable to fight back, the speed of chewing gum in his mouth immediately accelerated.

Zhou Quan smiled and provoked continuously: "Don't you dare? Afraid of losing? Do you only dare to challenge others in the field you are good at? In other words, you are good at basketball, and you are an imbecile in other sports.

Remember, don't ask me to play baseball, golf, or boxing in the future. You are not qualified to stand in front of me in these sports. "

Jordan snorted with anger, but who made him really only good at basketball?
"Why don't you speak? Did I hit the mark?" Zhou Quan continued.

Jordan spouted angrily: "Boy, I just need to beat you on the basketball court. You will never make it to the Eastern Conference in your life."

"It's a pity, what you say doesn't count." Zhou Quan smiled and shook his head.

"Shh!"

The visiting team came out and faced the mortal enemy among the mortal enemies, the Bulls fans booed the Pistons earth-shatteringly.

"MJ! MJ! MJ..."

When Jordan came out, the crowd cheered.

In a conference room at a community college, a group of basketball team members are huddled together to watch a game.

"What a big scene."

Ma Jian was among them, and he felt shocked when he saw this scene.

Whether it was the scene of countless Bulls fans booing Zhou Quan, or the scene of shouting MJ, he was shocked.

Not to mention that there is not such a big basketball stadium in China, and there is not such a lively basketball atmosphere. Now there is not only no professional basketball, but also no professional football, and sports have not yet begun to become professional.

United Center, the game begins.

Seikali and Cartwhite jump the ball, and the Bulls attack.

In the backcourt, BJ advanced with the ball, and Joe Dumars followed him.

Zhou Quan followed Jordan, and Jordan's trash talk came immediately: "Boy, how many points do you want me to hit you today?"

"You catch the ball first." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

Jordan froze, and suddenly thought of the Eastern Conference Finals series. The Iron Fist officially faced him on the defensive end for the first time. He was indeed prevented from receiving the ball. The Bulls also lost that game. He received the ball and let him attack with the ball. With his personal ability, he overwhelmed Zhou Quan.

"ball!"

Thinking of this, he immediately reached out to BJ for the ball.

"Michael?"

On the sidelines, on the bench, Phil Jackson was taken aback.

On the field, BJ didn't hesitate and immediately passed the ball.

"squeak!"

The next moment BJ passed the ball, the ball had just been released, and Zhou Quan, who was ready, rushed forward with his feet, stretched his left arm forward, and instantly cut into the line of passing and receiving the ball with his big hand.

"not good!"

Jordan was stunned.

"Snapped!"

In the next moment, Zhou Quan succeeded in stealing the ball and rushed past Jordan.

"asshole!"

When Jordan started the pursuit, he had already lost two steps, and after this pursuit, he found that he could not shorten the distance with Zhou Quan.

"His speed is indeed faster than last season. I can't catch up with him running with the ball. The absolute speed should be faster than me." He thought to himself.

"Oops, the ball is broken!"

In the ESPN commentary booth, Winston exclaimed.

Zhou Quan rushed into the three-point line from the left wing, and stretched his head to look at Jordan's position, at least two meters away.

In the next moment, he entered the penalty area from the left elbow area, took a step in, combined the ball, took off, changed the ball from his left hand to his right hand, and then received a tomahawk smash.

"boom!"

Amidst the violent explosion of baskets, the United Center fell silent instantly.

"Oh hoo!"

On the Pistons' bench, led by the Assassins and Rodman, they got up from their seats, pumping their fists and cheering excitedly.

"Oh, the Tomahawk is switching hands in the air, and the Tekken's athletic talent has improved compared to last season." ESPN commentator Howard exclaimed.

"Shh!"

The boos at the United Center were late, but they came anyway.

"This bastard is getting stronger!"

Jordan stared at Zhou Quan who was roaring excitedly, and raised his vigilance in his heart.

"Old man, did you catch the ball?"

Zhou Quan pointed at Jordan bluntly and shouted.

"asshole!"

Jordan was so angry that his eyes became colder by three points, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

In the ESPN commentary booth, Howard exclaimed: "My God, this is the first time I have seen Iron Fist dunk like this. Has he got wings?"

Winston was also full of shock, and said: "Michael didn't chase up the distance just now, which means that his speed is faster, and being able to dunk like this means that he jumped higher and stayed in the air better.

The media said he was training in Los Angeles all offseason, and I think it's true, he didn't waste a single day, and he's been getting better since he came into the league. "

Howard said: "In the Eastern Conference finals, he blasted 20+10 on Michael's head. Now he is getting stronger and stronger. I don't know what he will do tonight. I am looking forward to it."

Winston said with a smile: "Anyway, he and Michael will give full play tonight. This is a pair of mortal enemies, and there is no possibility of holding back."

Bulls attack.

"Huh!"

Phil Jackson stood up from the bench, blew the hooligan whistle, and then shouted: "Be careful of the backcourt press, pay attention to the response. Michael, play according to tactics."

This time, Jordan and Pippen responded in the backcourt, preventing the Pistons from finding a chance to steal the ball.

Across the center line, BJ pulled to the left wing, gave the ball to Pippen, and ran to the left corner, taking Joe Dumars away.

Jordan ran down the right wing, then followed the baseline through the paint and into the low post on the left wing.

This is his low-post singles tactic. The inside teammates will help him block the chasing person and create an open space for him. If there is no blocking, the inside teammates will go to another position and let him play singles in the low post.

When he passed the basket, Carter White and Grant did not block Zhou Quan, because Zhou Quan ran behind him.

As soon as he reached the low position on the left wing, Zhou Quan chased behind him, but he asked Pippen for the ball without hesitation. After receiving the ball, he immediately started playing singles.

"Oh!"

He only arched back a bit, turned around and took off with his strength, and made a fallback jumper.

Zhou Quan's single defense has reached the top level of level 95, and his nerve reaction speed is also very fast, but even now that his speed, agility, jumping and other athletic qualities have improved, and his height has also increased a lot, he still can't defend against this one. The ball took off in time, and the hand only reached half of Jordan's right forearm, not even the wrist, which was a lot worse.

It is true that Jordan's receding range was too large, and he opened the distance with him in the air.

"brush!"

Splashes appeared and two points were hit.

Jordan glanced at Zhou Quan disdainfully, and thought to himself: "Boy, you practiced extra during the offseason, and I didn't rest. I have been training fadeaway jumpers for the past few months. Tonight, I will use this hand to make sure you."

Zhou Quan thought to himself: "My core strength has also been strengthened now, and I can continue to strengthen it. I have no energy this season. In the next offseason, I will also start to strengthen the training of this kind of backward jumper."

"Boom bang bang..."

Zhou Quan advanced with the ball, and Jordan blocked in front.

"Oh, just like Iron Fist, Jordan switched defenses, and they really picked it up." Winston laughed in the ESPN commentary.

After taking two steps forward, Zhou Quan's feet broke through and exerted force, and the 92-level accelerated step passed. Jordan quickly retreated. Killed into the left wing of the front field.

The continuous improvement of his breakthrough technology has made his breakthrough no longer a shortcoming. The worst cross step forward change has reached level 86, which is close to first-class, so his breakthrough ability is still very strong now.

"Iron fisted Michael!" Howard yelled.

Jordan turned around to chase and defend with all his strength, but Zhou Quan did not slow down and went straight to the left wing.

Pippen defended from the three-point line, and Jordan surrounded him from the inside, forming a pincer attack.

Zhou Quan was not afraid, he broke through with a feint with one hand, and in an instant he broke through Pippen again, sticking to the left line and rushing into the left wing from the outside.

But as soon as he entered, Jordan had already taken a shortcut and stood in front of him ahead of time.

"Pippen broke out again, but Michael caught up." In the ESPN commentary booth, Howard continued to shout.

But at this moment, Zhou Quan did not hesitate to go up to the confrontation. After changing direction downwards, he accelerated his steps and broke through. Using his current acceleration, he formed enough impact and actively sought confrontation.

Jordan can only move down one step and use his body to block Zhou Quan, otherwise Zhou Quan will break through him with the ball again.

"Oh!"

Jordan was staggered by the bump, and Zhou Quan slowed down a little, and then headed over.

"Oh, Michael was stunned again?!" Howard said in surprise.

With Zhou Quan's breakthrough with the ball, the Bulls' two insiders could only shrink to the basket, and Pippen, who had just been attacked, also ran to the paint.

Sekali did not enter the basket, but waited in the low position on the left wing, in an open position, waiting for Zhou Quan's pass.

There are three people on both sides of the basket, plus Pippen and Ulrich who just rushed in from the left elbow area, five people, it is already overcrowded.

Zhou Quan rushed into the paint from the left waist, had already combined the ball, and suddenly grabbed the ball with his left hand and sent it to Sekali's position, making a pass.

This time, it attracted everyone's attention, including Grant and Bitcart under the basket, and their eyes immediately swept to Sekali's side.

"not good!"

The next moment, they knew they had been fooled without seeing the ball passing by, but when their eyes returned to Zhou Quan, Zhou Quan was already flying in the sky, and the shadow had already shrouded their heads.

"boom!"

Amidst the violent basket explosion, Zhou Quan bumped into Carter White's body and fell backwards in the opposite direction. His legs took advantage of the opportunity to ride on the opponent's neck, completing a standard humiliating buckle.

"Ugh!"

There was a groan in the United Center, and countless fans turned their eyes away from Carter White. They couldn't bear to watch the scene of their center being dunked by a point guard.

"Oh hoo!"

Excited cheers rang out from the Pistons' bench, and white towels kept waving.

"Iron Fist, just fuck them like this!" the assassin roared excitedly.

"Oh, the point guard dunks the center, it's so cool!"

"The point guard dunks the center, it's unbelievable!"

"God, he broke the Bull's defense all by himself!"

"The crossover maniac is really strong!"

At this moment, tens of millions of American fans saw Zhou Quan's attack through ESPN's national live broadcast, which left a deep impression on them.

At the United Center, Zhou Quan fell to the ground at this time, and Carterwhite was lying on his crotch. He didn't care about the opponent under his crotch, and he didn't even look at it. He naturally walked forward and started celebrating with his teammates.

Carterwhite blushed, but he didn't have the courage to stand up and fight Zhou Quan, and neither did the others, including Jordan, as if they didn't see it.

Sometimes, when you have deterrence, the opponent will automatically ignore some of your unpleasant behaviors.

"Shh!"

Only Bulls fans booed in protest.

(End of this chapter)