God of NBA point guards

Chapter 159 East Finals Point
"Iron Fist, it's unbelievable that the Bulls double-teamed you today," Joe Dumars said.

"Iron Fist scored 6 points in a row at the beginning. Phil Jackson immediately adjusted his defensive tactics and began to double-team him on the outside. This adjustment was indeed in place." Chuck Daly said.

"Coach, is there no way to solve their double-teaming?" Zhou Quan asked.

Chuck Daly shook his head and said: "No matter who you switch defenses with, it's either Pippen or Jordan. The Bulls' point guard is responsible for helping you, unless you can get rid of Jordan without a pick-and-roll."

Zhou Quan thought for a while and said, "Then I'll try it in the third quarter."

But he has no confidence at all, and now he can use the mid-range emergency stop jumper, and there is nothing else.

The throwing shot has reached level 90, but it is a close-range offensive technique. The closer to the basket, the greater the defensive pressure and the efficiency will not be high.

Jordan is proficient in all eighteen weapons in his arsenal, so his shooting percentage in the past 2 minutes is only [-]%, and even in the past two seasons it has not been [-]%.

Joe Dumars calmly analyzed: "With Jordan's ability, you don't need to pick and roll, even if you can play offense, the efficiency will not be too high, which is not good for chasing points."

Zhou Quan nodded helplessly, he couldn't chase points, so what's the point with the 18-point difference?Once Jordan launches an offensive, the point difference will only get bigger and bigger.

The assassin shook his head and said: "We don't have any insiders with good mid-range shooting ability, otherwise we can let the insiders come out to help you pick and roll, so the quality of the pick and roll will be higher. Jordan wants to keep up with you, and the Bulls want to double-team you outside. It will be difficult. many."

At this time, Chuck Daly clapped his hands, and after everyone looked over, he said, "Okay, now our lineup is seriously disordered, everyone must be mentally prepared."

Some disappointed sighs sounded in the locker room, and Zhou Quan was among them. Daly's words undoubtedly made them ready to accept the defeat in the Eastern Conference Finals.

He was not reconciled, and it was a two-to-two tie. He obviously had a chance, but why did the G5 match end like this?
But there were also some relaxed voices. Mark Alleghi breathed a sigh of relief, not to mention the injuries of Joe Dumars and John Sely.

When Joe Dumars was injured, the Assassins were not in good shape. If the team didn't give up, he had to step up. For him, with two championships in his hand, the desperate period has long passed, and he doesn't want to get hurt.

Chuck Daly observed the locker room, and beside him were McCloskey and Troy Weaver, who were also observing the players.

Especially Weaver, he is about to take over the team, the team needs to rebuild the lineup around Zhou Quan, he has to determine who is worth staying.

Daly said: "In the third quarter, Isiah, I still want you to go up."

"OK."

The assassin nodded heavily, his resentment towards Jordan made him still unwilling to fail, and his morale was still there.

Daly said again: "The staff is seriously disorganized now. We can only do our best. If we can't reduce the point difference to less than 6 in the third quarter, I will give up the game in the final quarter and prepare for the G[-] game."

It is almost impossible to chase points under the circumstances of lack of personnel, and Joe Dumars, the first scoring point, is also injured. The atmosphere in the locker room has not improved and has fallen into the lowest ebb.

Soon after, the third quarter began.

"Finals! Finals! Finals..."

When the players from both sides played again, countless Bulls fans shouted in unison in the United Center arena.

Ringo Wilson laughed and said: "Although the game is not over, and the Eastern Conference Finals is not over yet, the Bulls have almost booked the victory in the Eastern Conference Finals.

Robert, ESPN did not adjust the prediction data of the probability of winning the two sides. It really makes sense. Their professionalism is worthy of recognition. "

Robert Guida nodded and said: "The Pistons have injured two generals from training to the game today. The result of this round of the series is basically determined."

At the scene, players from both sides played.

"Isaiah, 18 points, do you want to give up?"

Before going on stage, Zhou Quan turned to look at the assassin and asked.

"Giving up is not in my dictionary."

Isaiah Thomas was disdainful, and he asked again: "What about you? Are you giving up?"

"Ah!"

Zhou Quan smiled lightly and said, "Me? If I'm used to giving up, I won't be able to make it here, I'm afraid I'll still stay in the country.

Isaiah, I want to send you a word, look down on life and death, and do it if you don’t accept it. "

The assassin was taken aback, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Both Jordan and Pippen looked over in surprise, not knowing what they were laughing at.

"flute!"

The referee blows his whistle and the Bulls attack.

Jordan runs without the ball on the right wing, and Pippen is still in charge of organizing the Bulls. BJ advances to the frontcourt and delivers the ball, and then is responsible for holding back at the top of the arc.

Zhou Quan stared at Jordan closely and tried his best to guard him.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to save energy for the final quarter. If he couldn't get back in this quarter, then the final quarter would be garbage time. What's the use of saving energy?

Jordan ran continuously, but still couldn't get rid of Zhou Quan smoothly. Seeing this, Grant had to come out to cover, and Jordan took the opportunity to run back.

Zhou Quan's line of sight was blocked by Grant, but not all of it was blocked. His full-level panoramic vision still captured part of Jordan's body, thus establishing a complete visual model of Jordan in his mind, and he was clear about his back-running movements .

At this moment, he kept up with the rhythm. Jordan turned behind Grant, and he turned in front of Grant.

Jordan is on the outside, he is on the inside.

Jordan ran back quickly, bypassed Rodman who followed him from the outside, changed direction inward near the baseline, and cut into the paint area.

He didn't have Zhou Quan's magical full-level panoramic vision. At this time, he didn't notice that on the other side of Rodman, near the paint area, Zhou Quan kept up with his rhythm.

Zhou Quan could actually get ahead of Jordan, he was closer to the paint area, and his rhythm kept up, but he didn't, he slowed down his pace.

He didn't stare at Jordan either. His eyes looked at the baseline and swung slightly. The peripheral vision of his left eye pulled the left wing into his sight, and he had a clear view of Pippen's movements and positions when he was attacking with the ball.

But on the face of it, he wasn't watching the left.

At this time, Pippen had already reached the left waist with the ball, saw Jordan's running position, and saw that Zhou Quan did not cut off the passing and receiving line. He even noticed that Zhou Quan's line of sight was not on his side, so Immediately cross the ball.

In the next moment, as soon as his ball was out of his hand, even before it was completely out of his hand, Zhou Quan quickly stepped in and blocked Jordan's front.

"Oops!"

Seeing Zhou Quan's thrusting action, Pippen was startled, but the ball had already been shot.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Jordan bumped his head into Zhou Quan's back.

"Snapped!"

At the same time, Zhou Quan caught the ball with both hands and was knocked forward.

"Oh, damn it, the ball was broken!" A commentator at the scene shouted in surprise.

"Stop him!" another commentator shouted urgently.

"squeak!"

At the top of the arc, the assassin desperately turned around and started to descend quickly.

Excessive force caused instant pain in several places on his body, such as his waist, knees, and the left ankle that made him lose his chance of three consecutive championships.

But he can't take care of it anymore, at most he will retire after playing this game, he wants to play this game as the last game of his career.

He pedaled hard, accelerated and accelerated, rumbling into the front field like an old pickup truck with black smoke coming out of its rear.

"Whoosh!"

Blocking Jordan with his left elbow, Zhou Quan passed the ball with one hand, and the orange basketball flew towards the front of the assassin like a beautiful rainbow.

"Snapped!"

The basketball fell and was caught by the assassin. At this time, BJ had already been thrown off by him, and he rushed into the paint.

"brush!"

Layup, hit.

"Oh!"

Two thousand fans of the visiting team cheered together at this moment.

On the Pistons bench, the reaction was not as exciting as the fans, and their morale had actually been shattered.

"Pretty!"

Robert Guida, who was looking at the screen with his mouth open, yelled excitedly at this moment, "Iron Fist should be the second time to cut off Pippen's pass to Jordan. Will he explode on the defensive end?"

"Impossible, the morale of the Pistons has been broken by Michael." Ringo Wilson shook his head.

"No, there are still people whose morale hasn't collapsed." Robert Jeddah shook his head.

"We have to return one! We're going to crush them to death! If you don't want to fight hard, get off the court right away." On the court, Jordan yelled sharply.

The qualifications accumulated over the years, he is the king of the Bulls, and his stern reprimand made the nerves of all the Bulls players on the court tense immediately.

Especially BJ, who was being chased by the assassin, couldn't help but shrink his neck when he heard Jordan's words at this time, feeling a chill in his stamina.

Zhou Quan was watching, he was learning how to lead a team.

At present, his strength and qualifications are not enough. He hopes that in the future, he can be like Jordan, and his control over the team can reach the level of a king. He can make a decision with one word. He doesn't have to do everything in order to boost morale. .

The Bulls attacked, BJ nervously held the ball and advanced in the backcourt, while the assassin in front bent down, defending and retreating with all his attention.

Two steps away to the right, Zhou Quan suddenly moved a step towards BJ.

This was his intention to put pressure on BJ, and he could see that BJ was a little nervous because of Jordan's scolding.

His actions immediately distracted BJ's attention, and the assassin's years of experience allowed him to keenly seize the opportunity of BJ's distraction, and suddenly went up to poke the ball.

"Snapped!"

The ball was knocked off and rolled towards Zhou Quan and Jordan.

As a defender, Zhou Quan's position was closer to the middle. He wanted to cut off the passing and receiving route between Jordan and the middle. At this moment, he reacted, took a step, and threw himself at the basketball.

"Shet!"

Jordan gave chase, but was a little slower.

"Oh, the assassin stole the ball, Iron Fist grabbed the ball and counterattacked!" The reaction was quick, and Robert Guida suddenly roared.

"Oooo……"

Two thousand fans of the visiting team cheered excitedly, cheering for Zhou Quan, who was holding the ball and going down quickly.

Holding the ball and taking a step outside the left waist, Zhou Quan felt a lot of pressure behind him. Knowing that Jordan was chasing him, he didn't want to be capped. At this time, he saw the assassin rushing in from the top of the arc, and immediately stopped suddenly.

"Quick stop jump shot!"

Jordan also braked immediately, squatted down, and when he lifted the ball on Zhou Quanhe, he flew up.

"Oops!"

When he jumped up, he didn't see Zhou Quan jumping up, so he knew he was in trouble.

"boom!"

Zhou Quan collected the ball and threw it on the floor. The basketball bounced off the ground and crashed into the hands of the assassin.

The next moment, the assassin took off for a layup and hit a goal easily.

"Very beautiful!"

Robert Guida kept roaring, "The Assassin made a steal, passed the ball with an iron fist, and the Assassin succeeded in another layup. Now they pulled two goals in a row, played two defensive counterattacks, and scored four points in a row..."

Ringo Wilson said: "39:53, now the Bulls still lead by 14 points, the point difference is huge, there is no need to be impatient.

But Jordan needs to stand up and interrupt the Pistons' chasing points with a goal. As a team leader, he cannot sit back and watch his opponents chase points. "

On the field, Jordan stared at BJ with cold eyes like a god of death, pointed to his own eyes, and sprayed wildly at him:

"Look at me, you idiot, do you still want to fight? You idiot, let an old and hurt guy break the ball, you know what you're doing?"

BJ was so scolded that he trembled and dared not speak.

"Isaiah, keep an eye on him, he is too nervous and will make mistakes." At this time, Zhou Quan approached the assassin and whispered.

The assassin nodded slightly, he was panting, and there were pains in several places on his body, so he didn't speak.

The Bulls attacked, and Jordan didn't give the assassins another chance to steal BJ. He took over the ball in the backcourt and pushed forward with the ball himself.

He wants to play one to stop the Pistons' chasing points and crush the opponent again.

But as soon as he received the ball, Zhou Quan started to push forward. With Zhou Quan's 95-level single-defense ability, he couldn't move forward smoothly.

He had no choice but to use his left elbow to withstand Zhou Quan, dribble the ball with his right hand, and forcefully push forward while observing the position of his teammates and looking for opportunities to pass the ball.

When Zhou Quan moved here, the assassin also moved, locking BJ's angle of receiving the ball.

"The whole court is pressing!" Robert Guida roared excitedly.

At this moment, Jordan suddenly turned around, and Zhou Quan moved quickly, but it was a fake move. He suddenly turned around again, rushed Zhou Quan from the right sideline, and entered the frontcourt.

"The press failed," Ringo Wilson exclaimed excitedly.

On the right-wing three-point line, Zhou Quan caught up with Jordan again. Jordan pressed his left elbow against his chest and continued to forcefully push in. The confrontation between the two reached the highest level of hand-to-hand combat.

There was a pain in his chest, Zhou Quan gritted his teeth and stood up. With all his strength, he withstood the opponent's sudden attack and made Jordan stop.

But at that point, Jordan turns, dribbles back, then turns again for a fadeaway jumper.

"It's still impossible to prevent."

Although Zhou Quan reacted quickly and took off with all his strength to block the shot, even though he couldn't block a fadeaway jumper of this level, seeing the basketball fly out of Jordan's hands, he felt unattainable.

"Entered?"

He looked back and saw the basketball fall into the basket.

"boom!"

But in the next moment, the sound of smashing the basket sounded, and the basketball suddenly jumped out of the basket.

"Missed?"

At this moment, he immediately started with force and rushed from Jordan's side to the frontcourt.

He didn't take care of rebounds, that's Rodman's job. If he can't even protect the backcourt rebounds at this critical moment, he will be very disappointed with Rodman.

Jordan was a bit slow. He has the habit of rushing to grab rebounds. When he turned around to chase Zhou Quan, he started behind and was already two steps slow.

At this time, Rodman did not disappoint Zhou Quan, grabbed the rebound, saw Zhou Quan was going down, and quickly threw it out.

Zhou Quan received the ball, immediately killed the center line, and went straight to the bull's basket.

Jordan chased desperately from behind, and when Zhou Quan reached the left elbow with the ball, he had already caught up with him. He was on the right side after Zhou Quan's step, within reach, and his left hand could touch the jersey.

"Deduct one!"

Zhou Quan had already grasped the ball in his hands, and after two steps, he struggled to get up.

"Not enough, almost!"

Almost at the same time, Jordan also flew up from the right back, but he stretched his arms as much as possible, but he still couldn't reach the basketball held high by Zhou Quan's left hand.

"boom!"

There was a violent basket explosion sound, and the Bulls' basket was instantly exploded.

"Ooh!"

Two thousand Pistons fans instantly raised their arms and shouted frantically.

On the Pistons bench, the players whose morale had been shattered also stood up at this time and began to cheer for their teammates on the field. Their morale began to gather again and began to climb up from the bottom.

In the TNT commentary seat, Robert Guida shouted excitedly: "Pistons! Pistons! The Pistons counterattacked successfully three times. Phil Jackson has already called a timeout. They stopped the Bulls. They chased for 6 points..."

"41:53, the Bulls still lead by 12 points, and the advantage is still very obvious." Ringo Wilson said.

Sitting back on the bench, Zhou Quan panted heavily, and after taking a few breaths, he drank the energy drink that Darnell Walker handed over in one gulp.

"Good job!"

Chuck Daly praised happily.

The outcome of this game is no longer in his eyes. What he cares about is that when the team loses the main force in a row and falls behind by a large score, neither the former core nor the current core has lost their fighting spirit, and even still maintains a strong fighting spirit , this is his happiest thing, and also the thing he most hopes to see, because it represents hope.

On the Bulls' bench, Phil Jackson emphasized the player's focus on the game, and he thinks there is no problem with tactics.

After the timeout, the Bulls attack.

"boom!"

Seeing the Iron Fist clinging to Jordan, Pippen made a shot himself and missed.

"mine!"

Rodman rose up and grabbed the backcourt rebound again.

Zhou Quan immediately came over to catch the ball and pushed forward quickly.

The main force of the Pistons is inconsistent, he must play fast, take advantage of the fire, and win in chaos.

At this time, the assassin ran with all his strength, quickly descended from the middle to the front court, and after rushing into the paint area, he was two meters ahead of BJ, while turning his head from time to time to observe the back.

Zhou Quan rushed to the center line with the ball and was stuck by Jordan.

At this time, he suddenly stopped, and then Jordan opened the distance, and at the same time pulled the ball up, and the moment he joined the ball with both hands, he saw that the assassin had rushed into the penalty area.

"Whoosh!"

With a throw of both hands, the ball flew to the backboard.

The assassin who turned his head to watch saw it, and quickly jumped up.

"boom!"

In the next moment, the basketball bounced off the backboard and fell into the hands of the assassin. He took advantage of the situation and sent the ball to the basket, and the basketball went through the basket.

"Oh hoo!"

The Pistons fans and the bench shouted again, and morale jumped a lot.

Robert Jeddah roared excitedly: "Another counterattack! Another layup! The assassins have scored 6 points in a row, and now the Pistons have only 10 points left, only 10 points, and the Pistons have chased 8 points in a row. They hit A wave of 8:0 attacks..."

Jordan gasped at the free-throw line with his hips akimbo, dropping eight points in a row, something he didn't expect at the start of the third quarter, but it happened now.

Lose this game?

No, he never thought about it that way.

"Squeeze them to death!"

He has deep-seated hatred for Pistons, Assassins, and Zhou Quan. At this moment, he has only one thought.

"MJ! MJ! MJ..."

At this time, at the United Center, someone started chanting his name.

"MJ! MJ! MJ...

Soon, countless bulls began to respond, and his name, within three seconds, formed a hurricane that swept the audience.

Amidst the cheers of the fans, he did not disappoint them. He personally held the ball to the frontcourt, and then against Zhou Quan's defense, he hit a ball with a gorgeous turnaround jumper and ended the Pistons with his own hands. Wave chasing points.

"brush!"

When the crisp sound of brushing baskets sounded, the entire United Center burst into cheers like mountains and seas, and [-] Bulls fans stood up in unison, raising their arms and cheering.

"Defend! Defend..."

But he didn't fall into the carnival, but clenched his fists and kept screaming at his teammates.

Next, under the leadership of Jordan, the Bulls played an iron-like outside defense, causing the assassins and Zhou Quan to make a mistake each, and then played a series of sharp counterattacks, once again widening the point difference.

After a wave of strength, the assassin's body was in pain, and his heart was also in pain, but he could only watch that bastard Michael Jordan showing off his might on his head.

Although Zhou Quan really wanted to ride the savior alone and turn the tide, he really didn't have that ability. He could only watch the team slide into the abyss of failure step by step.

It's just that neither of them gave up, and they were still trying to chase points until the last second.

Their persistence also won bursts of very warm applause and cheers from [-] Pistons fans.

In the end, 81:97, the Pistons failed to complete the comeback and lost the most critical G5 game at the United Center, allowing the Bulls to get the Eastern Conference finals point.

(End of this chapter)