Rebirth of My Rocket Dynasty

Chapter 33 The Jazz's Counterattack
Game [-] of the Western Conference Finals begins at the Delta United Center, home of the Jazz.

The two lineups are: Jazz, center Foster, power forward Karl Malone, small forward Byron Russell, shooting guard Hornacek, point guard Stockton.

Rockets, center Olajuwon, power forward Kevin Garnett, small forward Robert Horry, shooting guard Drexler, point guard Mark Jackson.

"Boy, your performance on the court was very good." Malone said, leaning on Garnett.

"Really, thank you for your compliment." Garnett did not show any weakness.

"But I tell you, today is in Utah not in Houston, you have to be careful." Malone threatened Garnett.

"Hey, old guy, you know, this is the NBA arena, and this is the battlefield. Unless you can walk over my dead body, you won't be able to win." Garnett countered without fear.

After hearing this, Ma Long curled his lips and didn't take it seriously at all.

Leaning back, Garnett was caught off guard by the force.

Seeing Garnett's staggering footsteps, Malone turned around and shot the basketball with a flick of his wrist.

The moment the basketball was shot, a big hand flew out from the right side of the basketball and slapped the basketball hard.

A nice cap is produced.

"Who is it?" Malone cried out inwardly.

Turning around, a slender figure appeared.

Kevin Garnett.

Looking at the rebellious guy with eyes full of rebellion, Ma Long's nerves shrank suddenly.

Headache, why is it still this kid, didn't he knock him away just now?

He reacted so quickly.

Such a strong athletic ability.

"Good job, Kevin." Olajuwon stepped forward and patted Garnett.

"How about it, Karl, our Houston hot pot is delicious." Olajuwon said with a glance at Malone.

"It's not bad, but unfortunately it's not tasty enough." Ma Long rolled his eyes and went to serve.

"Kevin, you have to be careful. That old bastard is famous for his bad hands. I don't want my team's main power forward to miss the final game of the season in the hospital." Olajuwon said earnestly.

"I know, Hakeem, I will not give them a chance." Garnett also said solemnly.

"Okay, guys, we're going to defend." Mark Jackson said, clapping his hands on the sidelines.

The Jazz quickly sent the ball, Malone covered Hornacek, and missed a three-pointer from the outside.

Horry grabs the rebound and sends a long pass to Drexler, who is already on the verge.

Drexler on the catch, Byron Russell on a behind-the-back dribble for a steal.

In two strides, he invaded the paint.

With a jump of both legs, he soared into the air, a one-armed windmill slam dunk.

After finishing the dunk, Drexler let out a difficult roar.

I vented my emotions.

Looking at the imposing rocket, Malone and Stockton looked gloomy.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the fighting spirit in the other's eyes.

Turn over.

Jazz attack.

Stockton firmly controlled the ball to the three-point line.

After gesturing, Malone quickly stepped forward to pick and roll.

After the misplaced defense, Garnett stared at Stockton.

But as the best point guard in NBA history, Garnett, who has only 2 years of NBA experience, is obviously not an opponent.

Stockton looked at the young big man and smiled lightly.

A ground pass passed directly from Garnett's crotch.

Malone took Mark Jackson and quickly cut to the basket.

See Stockton's pass catch stride past Mark Jackson.

Foster desperately blocked Olajuwon, and Malone dunked heavily into the basket with a strong dunk.

After completing the dunk, Malone just slapped Stockton calmly.

However, the monstrous fighting spirit was accurately passed to the Rockets players through this dunk.

Come on, let's fight.

So far, the third game between the two sides has reached a fever pitch.

Here Olajuwon scored a goal under the double-team of the inside.

Over there, Malone used the pick-and-roll to hit a mid-range shot.

Here, Drexler's layup was directly hugged by Foster from the air.

On that side, Stockton would be knocked out of the court directly by Horry.

The competition between the two sides has boiled.

The basketball fans in Salt Lake City and all over the world are excited.

This is a contest of will and endurance.

However, the Rockets have a huge advantage on the bench.

With Bodi Roga, Saulius, Ray Allen, Malik Rose and Ben Wallace on the floor, the Jazz's bench simply couldn't compete.

We can only let Malone, who has just come off the field, play against him.

Fortunately, the Rockets' substitutes are all rookies.

The two sides are attacking and defending each other, but the situation is still stable.

Then the main players of both sides made their debut.

In the second time, the competition was launched.

50 flats.

62 flats.

70 flats.

The two sides launched a brutal tug of war.

The spirits of both sides are highly concentrated, and every ball must be contested. It is often seen that the 2-meter-old man directly puts himself on the sidelines.

This kind of thing has happened all the time.

Time just passed by minute by minute.

The game in the fourth quarter is close to the end, the score of the two sides is 85:85.
The two sides drew again.

There are still 2 minutes and 31 seconds left.

Rocket attack.

Mark Jackson pouted and spanked his ass, and arched into the three-point line bit by bit.

Look at this or continue to bully Stockton.

If you want to double-team me, pass the ball.

If you don't double-team me, I will score by myself.

Such an offense is like an unsolvable equation, making people wonder how to choose.

"Mark, can't you not play like this? Your style of play is really disgusting." Stockton said helplessly.

"No way, John, you know if your legs always want to go up to my ankles, I will be very happy to break through you head-on." Mark Jackson looked at the helpless Stockton and said.

"You know, that's impossible," Stockton said.

"Then I'm sorry John, I can only do this for my ankle." Mark Jackson could only say helplessly.

While speaking, Mark Jackson was within range of his ugly little hook.

As soon as Mark Jackson turned over, he hit a small hook.

seriously.

Really ugly.

87:85 The Rockets lead.

Stockton still controlled the ball so firmly.

He found that there were basically no fast break opportunities.

Because the physical strength of the team members on their side is exhausted.

The Rockets' substitutes also played for a long time, giving the main players a lot of time to rest.

It can only be a battle of positions.

Stockton is still a pick-and-roll with Malone.

After Stockton removed the ball, he continued to cut without the ball.

Malone took the ball and saw that Stockton had cut into the basket, and flipped the ball into Stockton's hands with a flick of his wrist.

The Rockets' players naturally wanted to shrink inward, trying to encircle Stockton.

But Stockton is Stockton after all, the ball didn't stay in his hands at all, and it went into Hornacek's hands with a flick of his hands.

The unguarded Hornacek made a mid-range shot, and the two sides drew again.

87:87
The Rockets are attacking.

The ball went into Garnett's hands, and Malone's defense was tight behind him, so there was no chance.

At this time, Drexler's cut came in and Garnett made a back run without the ball, passing by Garnett.

Garnett hits the floor with a pass that goes into Drexler's hands.

Drexler, who was about to make a layup, saw that Foster, Malone, and Hornacek had surrounded him to death, so he didn't make it hard.

The ball stuck to Foster's waist and passed out.

Horry, standing on the bottom line, was unguarded.

Horry adjusted calmly after catching the ball, and hit a three-pointer.

90:87
Jazz attack.

Stockton and Malone pick and roll again.

Malone holds the ball and rushes inside.

Stockton cuts to the baseline without the ball.

After attracting the defense, Malone passed the ball.

Stockton received the ball and adjusted calmly.

Three point hit.

90:90
1 minute left.

The Rockets attack with the ball.

The ball went into the basket, and Olajuwon once performed a dream dance.

Continuously swaying past Malone's Foster.

A pick was made.

92:90
There are still 37.4 seconds left.

The Jazz paused.

"Listen everyone, pick-and-roll and pick-and-roll, this time it's a multi-player pick-and-roll, Hornacek, you're at the top of the circle, everyone picks and rolls in succession, let's block the gap, and then Jeff makes a shot, understand." Sloan arranged The last tactic.

"clear."

"then go"

Lao Tang on the Rockets side also deployed defensive tactics.

Players from both sides play.

Jazz serve.

Stockton is still so stable control of the ball.

The Jazz started off the grades.

After going back and forth several times, Hornacek was already empty.

Stockton passes the ball.

Hornacek catches the ball and makes a shot.

The pose is beautiful and the hand shape is perfect.

The ball is also very stable,

Bailang turned up and hit.

There are still 12.8 seconds left.

93:92
Rocket paused.

"Very good, boys, they left us more than ten seconds, and we still have one last chance, Robert, you come to the last ball, okay." Lao Tang arranged his own tactics.

"Okay, coach." Horry nodded.

"The ball goes inside first, give it to Hakeem, they will definitely double-team, because their lead is only 1 point, I don't think Hakeem has a chance. Then pass the ball out, Hakeem, you should know Horry's Where is the shooting point passed, Robert catches the ball and makes a game-winning shot, understand."

"understood."

"Let's play."

The Rockets kick off.

Mark Jackson caught the ball, the ball went to the basket, and sure enough, the Jazz double-teamed.

Still 3 people double-team.

Olajuwon jumped up and passed the ball.

Horry catches the ball.

Not very comfortable when catching the ball.

But I can't manage that much, I've run out of time.

Horry shot with an awkward posture.

"boom"

The ball bounced off the rim.

And the red light of the timer lights up.

The Jazz beat the Rockets 93:92.

Difficult to save a game.

The big score is 2:1.

The Rockets still lead temporarily.

After the game, the winning Ma Long said: "The game has just begun."

(End of this chapter)