God of NBA point guards

Chapter 226 Infighting
For the Bulls, backup center Scott Williams, plus the other four starters.

On the Pistons side, the Assassin, who played only 1 minute in the last quarter, played again and played all the starters.

The Pistons still focused on locking up Pippen, and easily prevented him from receiving the ball unless he pulled outside the three-point line to ask for the ball.

BJ advanced to the frontcourt, near the top of the arc. At this time, Grant and Jordan, who were pulled out, made a pick and roll, and suddenly cut in, and Jordan cut outside the three-point line for the ball.

Rodman and Joe Dumars didn't switch defenses, and they were still following their own people, but they were both a little bit slower.

"Whoosh!"

The assassins are set up left, BJ's pass angle to the right wing is wide open, and he throws the ball to... the low post on the right wing.

"brush!"

Grant, who cuts inside, catches the ball and enters the paint, throws a throw against Sekali under the basket, and hits a ball.

"Buzzing..."

The United Center immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"Defend! Defend! Watch your guys, pay attention to the pick-and-roll defense, and pay attention to the opponent's inside cut..." At this moment, Chuck Daly on the sidelines roared.

"Oh, at the critical moment, Grant made a successful cut inside, 100:96. Now the Bulls are still four points away. The Pistons should be careful." Bill Walton reminded.

The Pistons attack and the Assassins advance with the ball.

The Bulls dare not press in the backcourt, because the Pistons have three guards on the court, and once the backcourt press is broken, it will be a big trouble.

The assassin advanced unhurriedly to the frontcourt, near the top of the arc, when Zhou Quan came running from the left wing.

"Pick and roll?"

Following Zhou Quan, Jordan secretly speculated and was ready to defend against the pick-and-roll.

It is indeed a pick-and-roll, and the pick-and-roll is the simplest and most effective tactic against defense.

When Zhou Quan ran two steps away from the assassin, the assassin suddenly passed the ball, and then moved a step towards Jordan to block it, and Zhou Quan immediately dribbled the ball past the assassin after receiving the ball.

"Oops!"

Jordan and BJ were shocked at the same time.

At this time, they can only be forced to choose to switch defenses.

But just when BJ wanted to follow Zhou Quan, Zhou Quan changed direction at the top of the arc, outstripped him in one step, and entered the top of the arc.

"Break in."

Seeing Zhou Quan kill the top of the arc, Sun Zhenping shouted excitedly, and before he finished speaking, Zhou Quan had already killed the free throw line.

Scott Williams was pulled to the left waist by Sekali. At this time, Sekali ignored him and moved laterally continuously, trying to block Zhou Quan.

Grant, who was entangled with Rodman at the basket, was also engrossed, ignoring Rodman, and staring at Zhou Quan who was killing with the ball.

In addition, Jordan, who was blocked by the assassin, also turned around and rushed down.

At this moment, Sekali, who was two steps away from the left waist, the assassin at the top left of the arc, and Rodman on the right side of the basket, all had vacancies.

"Pass the ball!"

At this moment, whether it was Bill Walton, Lewis Williams, Zhang Lili, or Sun Zhenping, they all shouted.

However, Zhou Quan did not pass the ball.

The assassin's opening is useless, because Jordan is in the middle, he can only lob the ball, and then give Jordan a chance to return to the defense.

Rodman didn't think about it, if the big bug came to make a show, it would be troublesome.

It is true that Sekali can pass, if it is not such a critical moment, he will definitely pass, but at the last critical moment, instead of trusting Sekali, it is better to believe in yourself.

Accelerated under his feet and strode past others, he stepped forward to the slow-moving Scott Williams, and then jumped up to face Grant under the basket, grabbing the ball with his right hand and raising it high, as if to dunk.

Grant jumped up immediately, hands up.

The next moment, Zhou Quan swung his right arm outwards to pass Grant's left hand, then flipped his palm over, turned the dunk into a gift, and with a light pick, the basketball flew to the basket.

At this moment, the noisy United Center was completely silent. Countless fans on both sides held their breaths, only staring at the orange basketball.

"brush!"

The next moment, the basketball went into the basket hollow.

"Oh!"

Two thousand fans of the visiting team, a few people on the Pistons field, and on the bench, all erupted in an instant.

"what!"

Zhou Quan, who scored the goal, waved his fist excitedly and roared at the rushing assassins.

"Go in! Go in! Zhou Quan scored a goal against the pressure. Now it is 102:96, and the pressure is back to the Bulls." Zhang Lili shouted extremely excitedly.

Sun Zhenping laughed and said: "It's so beautiful! This is Zhou Quan's 37th point. Now there are 115 seconds left, and the point difference is still 6 points."

Bulls attack.

On the right wing, one step inside the 45-degree three-point line, Jordan leaned against Joe Dumars to ask for the ball, BJ pulled to the right wing, passed the ball down, and then ran to the right bottom corner.

At this time, the right wing is the strong side, so the Pistons' defensive formation moved to the right, and Zhou Quan on the left wing also reached the left end of the free throw line.

At this time, Grant came up to do a pick-and-roll and stood on the left hand side of Joe Dumars. Jordan immediately took the ball around Grant and broke through from the right.

Rodman who came out immediately switched defenses to block Jordan.

At this moment, Zhou Quan quickly started and rushed to the right wing.

He judged that Jordan couldn't see him at this moment, because between him and Jordan who was breaking through with the ball, there were three obstacles, Joe Dumars, Grant, and Rodman. Jordan did not have his full-level panoramic vision. Can't match him.

Jordan bypassed Grant and changed direction again to force Rodman.

In the confrontation, Rodman directly stuck up, Jordan raised his elbow, pointed an elbow to the former's chest, and then took the opportunity to attack Rodman again.

But just as he bypassed Rodman and was about to go to the paint, a Piston player rushed over very fast.

"what?"

He didn't even have time to see who it was, he only saw the number 1 on the opponent's chest, which was the jersey number of the person he hated the most, but how could Iron Fist appear here?

In the next moment, Zhou Quan rushed past him and took away his ball at the same time.

"asshole!"

At the critical moment, the ball was broken. At this moment, Jordan's eyes were tearing apart.

At this moment, the referee wanted to blow the whistle, but there was no chance, because Zhou Quan didn't touch Jordan at all, the ball bounced off the floor, and before it fell into Jordan's hand, Zhou Quan took it away.

"Oh? Oh, oh, Iron Fist stole Jordan, he stole Jordan's ball, he stole the ball..." Bill Wharton exclaimed, and then shouted excitedly.

On the three-point line, seeing Zhou Quan steal the ball, Joe Dumars immediately turned around and went down quickly. Grant's reaction was half a beat slower. Of course, the speed was not as good as Joe Dumars, and he quickly fell behind.

"Joe!"

With a big shout, Zhou Quan quickly played the ball and gave it to Joe Dumars.

After Joe Dumars received the ball, he rushed over the center line and went straight to the basket.

Jordan chased after him fiercely, but he was several steps away, his eyes were bleeding with anxiety, but how could he catch up?He can only hope for Pippen.

Pippen returned to the defense from the left elbow, faster than Grant, and returned to the basket first. At this time, Joe Dumars reached the left waist and pulled up a jumper.

Pippen took off to block the block, but missed it.

"boom!"

But it missed, it was a little short, and the ball bounced off the basket.

The next moment, Jordan and Zhou Quan rushed in at the same time, took off at the same time, and stretched out their big hands to the basketball at the same time.

At this moment, Jordan's advantages were reflected. He was taller, had a longer wingspan, and jumped higher, nearly a foot higher than Zhou Quan.

"There is."

Seeing that his right hand was about to catch the ball, Jordan was extremely excited, but at this moment, a big hand came from below.

"Snapped!"

The ball was spotted flying.

At this moment, Zhou Quan's precision strike ability was reflected.

The ball was kicked up and bounced off the backboard. Pippen and Rodman jumped to grab the ball at the same time. Neither of them got it. Rodman hit the ball and flew to the free throw line.

"Grant?"

Zhou Quan was withdrawing from the crowd under the basket. Out of the corner of his eye, the full-level panoramic vision instantly allowed him to see Grant on the free throw line, and immediately turned around and rushed over.

At this point Grant catches the ball and passes it to bj.

After stepping forward, Zhou Quan strenuously leaped forward, his right hand was bigger, and his precision strike ability was once again presented.

"Snapped!"

The basketball that Cobra Grant just shot was stabbed instantly.

"Oh!"

There was a groan from the United Center.

In the ABC commentary booth, Bill Walton shouted excitedly: "Iron Fist sent a steal..."

On the court, players from the two teams rushed to the Bulls' front court one after another, but Zhou Quan's diving and poking the ball was too hard, and the basketball rolled out of the baseline.

"Beautiful! At the last moment, Iron Fist played a top-notch defense. Now there are 90 seconds left, the Bulls have the ball and serve from the baseline." Zhang rationally said excitedly.

Pippen served from the baseline, and Jordan went straight to the frontcourt from the middle to play a fast break.

Joe Dumars kept chasing after him, but he was not the physical monster like Jordan. At this time, his physical strength was gone and he did not keep up.

Behind him, Zhou Quan, who is more physically fit, crossed Joe Dumars and chased after him.

After the baseline, Pippen held the ball with both hands, moved horizontally to the right continuously, and after dodging Rodman in front of him, he threw the ball with both hands and passed the ball to Jordan who rushed across the center line.

The basketball flew towards Jordan in a parabola, and Zhou Quan was only one step away from Jordan. At this time, the basketball began to decline.

"Not enough."

While running, he looked up at the ball. The ball was too high, and his full-level panoramic vision told him that even if he jumped with all his strength, he would have no chance to touch the ball, so he gave up the idea of ​​stealing the ball and chased after Jordan with all his strength.

Jordan also observed the ball while running, and then adjusted his pace. The moment he caught the ball, Zhou Quan, who was one step behind, took the opportunity to tie from the right.

Jordan caught the ball with both hands and found that Zhou Quan was chasing him, so he immediately threw the ball forward, and then pushed his right elbow outward, trying to block Zhou Quan.

But at this moment, Zhou Quan slammed forward and jumped forward, surpassing Jordan in an instant, and pointed his left hand at the thrown basketball.

"predict!"

The precision strike effect appeared again, and the finger poked the basketball.

"..."

At this moment, Jordan's eyes were really tearing apart.

"Oh!"

The United Center erupted with great exclamations from Bulls fans.

"Back the ball!"

At this moment, Zhang Lili only felt his nerves tense and his hair numb, and he couldn't help shouting sharply, his voice was seriously deformed.

Lewis Williams jumped up on his seat excitedly, and shouted excitedly: "For the tenth steal, Iron Fist hit his first triple-double in the playoffs of his career, and it was a triple-double of points, assists, and steals. "

Boom, Zhou Quan slid forward on the ground and slid directly to the basket.

And the basketball that was stabbed by him rolled to the left wing, and Joe Dumars behind him immediately rushed over, and Jordan was too fast, rushed to the basket and stopped suddenly, and when he rushed over again, Joe Dumars had already got the ball. ball.

"Whoosh!"

Joe Dumars saw Jordan rushing to his side, passed the ball immediately, and gave Zhou Quan.

At this moment, the players of the two teams all turned around and rushed to the frontcourt of the Pistons.

Zhou Quan did not advance quickly, but advanced slowly.

"It's so beautiful! It's the first time I've seen it, haha!" Zhang Lili laughed with great excitement.

In the ABC commentary booth, Bill Walton praised: "Iron Fist's steal is so wonderful! Usually it only happens when saving the ball, but I didn't expect him to complete a diving steal."

Williams said excitedly: "It is especially important to remind that this is the first triple-double in the playoffs consisting of points, assists, and steals. At the same time, 10 steals also broke the single-game steal record in the playoffs. Congratulations to Iron Fist , you set two records at once."

Bill Walton once again praised: "Iron Fist really deserves to be the double champion in assists and steals in the regular season, and only he can achieve such statistics."

At this time, Zhou Quan advanced to the left wing of the frontcourt, and when he reached the three-point line, Jordan had already changed over.

"Jordan, your dream of three consecutive championships is destined to be shattered, I said so." There was no trash talk throughout the whole game, and at the critical moment, Zhou Quan resorted to trash talk.

The corner of Jordan's eye twitched, and his steel teeth were almost crushed.

"what?"

The next moment, he saw Zhou Quan who was one step away suddenly jumped up, and he didn't react because of the trash talk.

At this moment, Zhou Quan, who jumped up, had extremely firm eyes, and his full-level willpower filled him with the confidence to advance.

The next moment, with a flick of the wrist and a swipe of five fingers, the basketball was shot.

"Three points?!"

Zhang Lili exclaimed.

"brush!"

Jordan turned around and looked back, only to see that the orange basketball was hollowed out, like a knife stabbing hard in his eyes, making his eyes shut.

"Oh hoo!"

The moment the water splashed, the Pistons, the players on the field, the bench, two thousand Pistons fans, Detroit hundreds of kilometers away, and even the other side of the Pacific Ocean, instantly turned into a boiling ocean.

"I got it! I got it! I got it!"

Sun Zhenping jumped excitedly, and with a bang, he knocked the table in front of him.

"Hahaha... 40 points, Zhou Quan's first playoff game with 40+ points." Zhang Lili laughed excitedly, unable to control himself.

On the field, Zhou Quan was so excited that he waved his fists continuously and vigorously.

"105:96, the Pistons lead by 9 points, and there are 61 seconds left in the clock. With Iron Fist's current super-explosive state, the Bulls have less and less hope of a comeback." Bill Walton said.

"The Bulls called a timeout, a long timeout, and it was their last timeout. The Pistons had a short timeout in their hands," Williams said.

Bill Walton suddenly smiled and said, "There is a very interesting question. I really want to know now. Gentlemen of ESPN, do you want to modify the chances of winning the Bulls and Pistons now? You still have 61 seconds. This is your last chance." chance."

"Ha ha……"

Lewis Williams couldn't help laughing.

"Ho... ho... ho..."

After Jordan sat down, he gasped heavily.

He is not reconciled, not reconciled to losing to the Iron Fist, not reconciled to losing to the Pistons, not reconciled to losing the chance of three consecutive championships, not reconciled to falling down immediately after climbing to the super giant status.

Phil Jackson squatted down holding the tactical board and was about to say something when Jordan suddenly grabbed the tactical board and slammed it on the floor.

With a bang, the Bulls' bench was stunned, and Phil Jackson was also stunned.

"Hand me the ball."

Jordan spat out these words through his teeth in an unquestionable tone.

Phil Jackson sighed and didn't pick up the tactical board. He stood up and stepped aside without saying anything.

For him, the series is over.

Above the Bulls' bench, ABC TV's No. [-] camera filmed all of this, and the on-site director immediately switched the camera and directly projected this scene on the ceiling screen.

"Good guy, at the critical moment, the Bulls had internal strife, Jordan fell off Phil Jackson's tactical board, and now the Pistons are lucky." Bill Walton said.

Williams shook his head and said, "Everyone says that Iron Fist is similar to an assassin. In fact, Michael Jordan and Iron Fist are also very similar. They both have a strong desire to win, the kind of person who would never admit defeat. But Iron Fist is different from Jordan in that he is more Jordan was more rational."

In the commentary booth of CCTV, Zhang Lili said: "From the second timeout of the Bulls to this timeout last time, Michael Jordan did not score in 1 minute, while Zhou Quan played extremely strong defense. His state at the last moment is amazing. People are amazed.”

"I really hope that Zhou Quan can make it to the Eastern Conference Finals." Sun Zhenping said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)