God of NBA point guards

Chapter 227 Elimination of Bulls
The timeout ends and the Bulls attack.

Served from the sideline of the front court, Jordan received the ball from outside the three-point line on the right wing, facing Joe Dumars who posted it, he scored a three-pointer, and the basketball flew to the basket. Take off in time to block the block.

"brush!"

The basketball went down through the hoop, and the water splashed instantly.

"Oh hoo!"

Huge cheers erupted in the United Center immediately, and the excited Bulls seemed to see the hope of a comeback.

"An unreasonable three-pointer, Jordan didn't turn off at the critical moment, he made a three-pointer." Lewis Williams said.

比尔沃顿：“现在是105：99，时间还剩59.5秒，这次进攻只用了1.5秒。乔丹再次轰下50+。”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help reminding: "The Pistons must not forget that in the G1 game of the finals last year, facing the Trail Blazers, Jordan hit six three-pointers in the half and directly defeated the Trail Blazers."

On the court, the Pistons attack.

The assassin held the ball and advanced in the backcourt unhurriedly.

"Snatch him!"

On the right wing, Jordan couldn't bear it anymore, and the one-fingered assassin sternly shouted.

"here."

On the left, Zhou Quan retreated and shouted at the assassin.

BJ goes up and presses down, and the assassin makes the pass.

Zhou Quan received the ball, turned around and dribbled past Pippen, and went straight to the basket from the wing. Although the speed could not reach the fastest speed due to physical reasons, everyone was tired at this time, and Pippen's speed was not as good as him. , fell behind.

The Bulls quickly returned to the basket inside, and Zhou Quan slowed down, forcing Scott Williams to save, but at this moment, he changed direction and accelerated, went in from Williams, and faced the basket Grant is a small throw.

"Snapped!"

Grant took off to block the shot, not high enough, and hit Zhou Quan's right forearm holding the ball.

"boom!"

The next moment, the basketball hit the basket, jumped, and fell into the basket again.

The referee's whistle didn't sound, and at the critical moment, he left the game to the players to solve by themselves.

"Ow!"

Zhou Quan shook his fist and roared.

Although he was very tired, the excitement in his body was completely overwhelmed. It was this strong excitement and the crazily secreted adrenaline that kept his state from falling due to physical strength, and remained at a very high level. superior.

"After the timeout, he made three shots and scored seven points in a row. Tekken scored 42 points. He was in a good state at the critical moment. Who else said that he couldn't stand up at the critical moment? Now the score is 107:99, 8 points, time left 48.2 seconds," Bill Walton said.

The Bulls wanted to play a fast break again, but Scott Williams, who served this time, failed to make a fast serve and was blocked by Seikali.

The Pistons quickly returned to defense, BJ caught the ball in the backcourt, and was immediately asked by Jordan.

Joe Dumas's physical fitness was no longer good, and Zhou Quan, who had committed five fouls, didn't care about fouling. He switched defenses with Joe Dumars and returned to Jordan.

In the backcourt, close to the right line, Jordan dangled the ball, and then broke through close to the sideline. When Zhou Quan followed, he suddenly turned around and darted past from the inside.

"This guy, so fast!"

Zhou Quan immediately turned around to catch up, but Jordan was getting faster and faster, and he was still full of explosive power at the last moment, so he couldn't catch up and fell behind.

Jordan hit the three-point line, stopped suddenly, put his hands together and swung the ball upwards. Zhou Quan chased the cap from behind and flew straight up.

The next moment, Jordan collected the ball and made a three-pointer.

"brush!"

The shot at the critical moment was extremely decisive and resolute. Jordan's willpower was greatly reflected at this moment, and he hit another three-pointer.

"Jordan scored 54 points. After the timeout, he scored two three-pointers in a row." Lewis Williams said.

"Be careful, Jordan can hit six three-pointers in the half against the glider, and now he can hit the Iron Fist with three-pointers in a row." Bill Walton reminded again.

"107:102, 5 minutes, 37.5 seconds." Williams said again.

The Pistons had another timeout, but Chuck Daly on the sidelines didn't call it.

"give me."

Zhou Quan signaled Rodman to serve the ball to himself, and then personally held the ball to advance.

Jordan came up to press twice and wanted to speed up the pace, but Zhou Quan coped with it calmly with his excellent technique. It took nearly six seconds to push the ball across the center line.

In the frontcourt, Jordan didn't dare to press at will. He was not very good at defending against Zhou Quan's breakthrough.

Zhou Quan dribbled the ball outside the three-point line on the left wing. At 18 seconds, he suddenly started a breakthrough, feinted with one hand, and then turned around to pass.

But at this moment, Jordan played the most exciting defensive performance.

Precisely predicting, he kept up with Zhou Quan's breakthrough rhythm, and stabbed the ball away, and the two immediately scrambled together.

Zhou Quan was even shorter, and once again took advantage of his precise strike. After a few rounds, he finally snatched the ball back and forced a jump shot.

"boom!"

Almost got capped and missed.

"mine!"

At the critical moment, Rodman stood up and grabbed the offensive rebound over the heads of Scott and Grant.

At the critical moment, the broken ball was snatched back, and then the backcourt rebound was lost. At this moment, not only the fans lamented, but Jordan was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Snapped!"

Zhou Quan withdrew outside the three-point line, received a pass from Rodman, and then immediately shifted, holding the ball to the right wing.

Jordan chased after him desperately, and wanted to take foul means to get the ball back. BJ and Pippen also immediately participated in encircling Zhou Quan.

"15 seconds, 12 seconds... got caught, now there are... 11.3 seconds left." Bill Wharton counted the time.

"With Tekken's free throw percentage exceeding [-]%, with his current performance, there is a [-]% chance of scoring these two free throws. That's a seven-point gap. The Bulls are really hard to chase." Williams said.

Zhou Quan walked up to the free throw line, shaking his hands and moving his wrists.

After receiving the ball thrown by the referee, he dribbled the ball three times, exhaled, and he threw the first ball according to his own free throw rhythm.

"brush!"

Hollow into the basket, the Pistons fans cheered from the United Center.

The assassin and others excitedly came up to give Zhou Quan a high five.

Zhou Quan took the ball thrown by the referee again, glanced at Jordan, smiled and said, "Flying Man, I heard you like to gamble, do you want to bet that I miss the second free throw?"

Hearing the word "gambling", the media's targeting of him this season sounded in Jordan's mind instantly, and the hostility in his heart surged up, and he gave Zhou Quan a hard look.

"brush!"

Zhou Quan shot calmly and hit the second free throw, widening the point difference to seven points.

"The audience is pressing!"

When the basketball went down the hoop, he yelled at the top of his throat as the Pistons fans cheered.

The assassin, Joe Dumas, Rodman and others responded and followed their respective people, while Sekali was in front of the baseline to stop Scott's quick move.

Jordan rushed across the center line and found that his teammates hadn't served the ball, so he had to retreat.

When BJ received the ball and advanced to the frontcourt, 4 seconds passed, he passed it to Jordan, and Jordan charged Joe Dumars, and it was a three-pointer when he reached the three-point line.

"boom!"

It's a pity, but he didn't hit a three-pointer in a row, and the rebound was caught by Rodman.

"Whoosh!"

Rodman threw both hands, and the ball flew into Zhou Quan's hands.

"No chance." Bill Wharton shook his head.

"Ugh!"

Some stars and stars who supported Jordan and the Bulls stood up at this time. After sighing regretfully, they had already started to applaud the winners before the final whistle sounded.

"Really, I really didn't expect Michael to lose, I really didn't expect it." Phoenix, Barkley kept shaking his head and sighed.

Maureen said: "Now I'm worried about you, Charles, this iron fist is not easy to deal with."

Barkley immediately cheered up and said: "Don't worry, my dear, he is not Michael. If we meet in the finals, I will kill him."

Thinking of the hope of winning the championship trophy in the near future, he immediately became excited, and the fat on his body trembled with excitement.

"Ugh!"

Far away in New York, seeing the Bulls being eliminated, Stern shook his head helplessly.

His god-making plan failed and was destroyed by Zhou Quan. Does the next development plan need to be adjusted?

He thought of the idea of ​​sending Zhou Quan to the West again, and rejected the deal between Barkley and Zhou Quan last year, as if he had a chance now.

"what!"

Seeing the time run out, Jordan roared in pain, like a trapped animal, swallowing the bitter fruit of failure.

"Di!"

The referee gave a long whistle and the game was over.

"Oh!"

Zhou Quan shouted excitedly, threw the ball high and rushed towards his teammates.

The Assassins and others rushed towards Zhou Quan amidst the cheers, and the teammates on the bench also rushed onto the field together. The coaches, staff, [-] Pistons fans, and the Detroit media all cheered.

At this moment, a live camera of ABC was aimed at Jordan, and Jordan was already in tears.

He quickly realized the tears, pulled up his jersey and wiped his face, then walked towards the celebrating Pistons.

"Hey Michael."

Joe Dubas, who was celebrating, saw Jordan approaching, and hurried forward and extended his hand.

"congratulations."

Jordan sent his congratulations, then turned around and walked towards the player channel.

"This guy, he hasn't congratulated me yet. I congratulated him last year. It's really not generous enough!" Zhou Quan said a little dissatisfied.

"Haha..." the assassin laughed.

At this moment, he felt revenge, happier than winning the second championship.

"MJ! MJ..." Countless Bulls fans shouted Jordan's name, but he got into the player tunnel.

"Michael, you said you will dominate the fate of the Pistons tonight? Now it seems that you are the one who is dominated." A reporter from Detroit caught up and asked.

Glaring at the reporter fiercely, Jordan's fist was about to bleed, and he wished he could kill the reporter who had fallen into trouble with one punch.

"I didn't expect the Bulls to be eliminated in the second round. Why are the Pistons so strong this year?"

"Iron Fist is strong, with 44 points, 11 assists and 11 steals. His shooting percentage is even higher than Michael's, so the Pistons won."

"Will the Pistons win this time?"

"If you can win the championship, it will be three championships in five years."

"The core has changed. Three championships in five years is meaningless. Tekken won the championship in the second season is a more meaningful topic. He is much luckier than Michael."

"The Pistons may not be able to break out of the Eastern Conference. The Knicks are really strong this season."

After Jordan left, many reporters talked a lot.

"Losing, 109:102, the Bulls lost the series, the Bulls' road to three consecutive championships was interrupted, and Michael Jordan's extraordinary run was also interrupted." Bill Walton shook his head and sighed.

"Three consecutive championships are too difficult! Without a dynasty with three consecutive championships, he can only be in the same position as Larry Bird and Magic Johnson in the end, and cannot become the only super giant. He needs to start again." Lewis Williams sighed.

比尔沃顿拿起统计数据表，念道：“迈克尔·乔丹，48分钟之内36投21中，命中率58.3%，三分球5投3中，命中率60%，9罚9中，得54分7篮板4助攻3抢断1盖帽4失误4犯规。”

Speaking of this, he said with emotion: "He should shoot more three-pointers."

Williams smiled, picked up another data sheet and read: "Iron Fist also made 48 of 26 shots in 16 minutes, and his shooting percentage was as high as 61.5%, which is higher than Jordan. He made 5 of 3 three-pointers, just like Jordan. It is also 9 free throws, 9 points, 44 rebounds, 4 assists, 11 steals, 11 block, 1 turnovers and 3 fouls.

It has to be said that the Pistons defeated the Bulls due to strength. The data of Iron Fist, 44 points, 11 assists and 11 steals, is enough for the Pistons to defeat any opponent, including Jordan who scored 54 points. "

比尔沃顿感叹地摇了摇头，继续念道：“七场系列赛，乔丹场均47.5分钟，只有G4战没有打满，其余六场全部打满，分别轰下34、36、43、26、54、28、54分，总分数275分，场均39.3分6篮板5助攻2.4抢断0.9盖帽3.2失误4犯规。”

Having said that, he shook his head in admiration, and said, "This performance actually lost the series. I can only say that the performance of the Pistons is even better."

Williams laughed and read: "Iron Fist has played 5 games, and has not played 46.1 games. He averaged 27.1 minutes, 5 points, 10 rebounds, 4.6 assists, 0.6 steals, 3.3 blocks, 4.7 turnovers and [-] fouls. Really top-notch offense and defense. One performance.

But the Pistons' ability to beat the Bulls is not only due to Iron Fist's performance advantage, but other people's performance is also very good. Without them, no matter how good the Iron Fist is, it is impossible to beat Jordan.

比如这个系列赛场均抢下13.5篮板8分的罗德曼，场均10.1篮板13.5分的塞卡利，场均14.5分3助攻的乔杜马斯，场均8分4助攻的刺客，场均8.8分的特里米尔斯，场均7.5分的马克阿吉雷等等。”

Bill Walton nodded and said: "In today's game, the Bulls lost to Tekken's high-efficiency offense and 11 steals, and lost to rebounds, with a difference of 9 rebounds. But the biggest factor is that they were defeated by the Pistons from the very beginning. Tactical restraint.

The Pistons adopted the tactics of locking Pippen and others, and let Jordan play alone. Coach Chuck Daly was really good, and he had the last laugh. "

On the sidelines, Zhou Quan accepted the on-site interview of ABC TV station after the game, surrounded by many media reporters, several layers.

"Tekken, congratulations on advancing to the Eastern Conference Finals."

"Thank you!"

"You did what you said before the game. The Pistons became the gods of the United Center, and you dominated the fate of the Bulls."

"Haha, we are honored to be the God of this arena tonight."

"At this moment, what is your biggest feeling?"

"The feeling of controlling the fate of the Bulls and destroying the strongest opponent is really fascinating. Really, I'm afraid I will become addicted." Zhou Quan laughed excitedly.

"Haha..." The ABC reporter laughed.

He asked again: "The Bulls destroyed the two-peat Pistons in the Eastern Conference Finals in 91. Now you have destroyed the two-peat Bulls in turn. You have no chance to complete the three-peat. What do you want to say most about this? What is it?"

Zhou Quan smiled and said, "A reincarnation? Maybe so."

"Do you want to say something to ESPN? They didn't adjust their forecast data in time before the end of the game." The reporter asked again.

Zhou Quan laughed and said: "Too stubborn, it will only show their unprofessionalism, I think it will affect their ratings."

"The last question, you will play against the Knicks in the Eastern Conference Finals, Pat Riley's iron-blooded Knicks, your opponents in the first round series last year, do you want to say something to them now?" The reporter asked.

At this moment, far away in New York, even Pat Riley has raised his attention, let alone players like Ewing and Oakley.

Zhou Kwon said with a smile: "Old opponents, the Knicks are stronger than last season, they have the strongest defense in the league, but I think we will find a way to beat them again.

Yes, now that we have killed the Bulls who have won two consecutive championships, we should be confident enough to challenge any opponent, just like the Bulls who killed the Pistons who have won two consecutive championships back then, and reached the pinnacle of honor in one fell swoop . "

The reporter made a slip of the tongue, excitedly he immediately asked again: "A championship? I thought you wouldn't say that phrase, now please tell me, Iron Fist, will you attack the championship?"

Zhou Quan laughed, waved to Joe Dumas and the others who were also being interviewed by reporters outside, and shouted, "Guys, come here."

The reporters got out of the way, and a group of people came over and stood behind Zhou Quan. At this time, Zhou Quan said to the ABC camera: "Yes, the championship, now is the time, we killed the most powerful bull, We're going to go for a championship. Guys, what do you think?"

"Champion! Champion..." The assassin and others shouted excitedly.

"Champion! Champion..."

As far away as Detroit, countless Pistons fans are shouting.

After the on-site interview, Zhou Quan and his teammates bid farewell to the Pistons fans, and then said goodbye to the friends he met on the spot.

"Tekken, congratulations." Magic Johnson sent a celebration.

Zhou Quan smiled and said, "Erwin, I think you will be disappointed to see us advance, right?"

Magician Johnson smiled wryly. He felt Zhou Quan's hostility. At this moment, he blamed the management in his heart.

"Listen, Iron Fist, the Lakers want you back in Los Angeles." He explained in a low voice.

Zhou Quan smiled, nodded with the magician, and hugged Kareem Abdul-Jabbar next to him.

"Congratulations, Iron Fist, you played like a superstar tonight." Kareem Abdul-Jabbar sent his congratulations.

"Thank you!"

Then he had a few words with Shaquille O'Neill and other stars, and said goodbye to a few Hollywood stars he knew from playing golf, before he came to Christina who was waiting on the side.

"Congratulations, Zhou, you have defeated the strongest opponent." Christina sent hugs and kisses.

"Kelina, your congratulations are what I want most." Zhou Quan smiled.

Christina suddenly pointed to Zhou Quan's side, indicating that someone was there. When he looked back, he saw two middle-aged Chinese men.

"Who are you?" he asked in English.

"Xiao Zhou, congratulations!"

The other party actually spoke Mandarin, and soon he knew the identities of the two, and was very surprised. He didn't expect it to be...

(End of this chapter)