God of NBA point guards

Chapter 251

At eight o'clock, the game begins.

Jump ball, Pistons attack.

Zhou Quan took the ball to the left wing, the assassin was at the top of the arc, Joe Dumars was on the right wing, and all three were on the three-point line.

"Zhou Quan holds the ball, and the Assassin plays without the ball, so it seems that my guess is true." Zhang Reasonable said.

Sun Zhenping nodded and said: "Looking at the way he walks, there are indeed some problems. The injury should not have recovered."

Boom...boom...boom!
After making a tactical gesture, Zhou Quan first dribbled the ball unhurriedly, but suddenly exploded the ball, initiated a breakthrough, and made a strong breakthrough from the right side.

Lightning retreated quickly, Zhou Quan changed direction to the right and headed towards the left elbow, and Dan Marley, who was in the high position, immediately moved sideways to assist in the defense.

Zhou Quan held the ball high and forced his way in. After taking two strong steps, when Dan Marley and Kevin Johnson were following up, he suddenly jumped up and threw the ball back in the air, sending a pass behind his head.

"Assassin!" Zhang Lili shouted.

After Dan Maer left, the assassin immediately moved from the top of the arc to the left wing. Zhou Quan's pass was a little low. He leaned over to catch the ball and adjusted it before jumping out.

He didn't jump, he just pushed his right foot up, but he didn't dare to use his left foot.

"Big space!" Bill Wharton shouted.

At this moment, at the scene, in front of the TV, countless Detroit people were staring at the basketball flying towards the basket.

"brush!"

Splashes appeared and a three-pointer was hit.

"Oh hoo!"

The moment the basketball hit the basket, the Palace of Auburn Hills and Detroit burst into cheers.

"Isaiah, you did a good job." Zhou Quan ran over and held out his hand.

"Thank you, Iron Fist." The assassin thanked him sincerely.

Far away in New York, when Bill Lambiel saw this, he couldn't help scolding: "Damn Thomas, you are on good terms with his brothers, I was so badly hurt by you, are you worthy of me?"

He wants to be a coach, but unfortunately no team has contacted him until today, and there is no response to the cover letter he sent out, which made him more and more dissatisfied with the assassins.

The Suns attack.

"brush!"

On the fast break, the lightning hit the left elbow and made an emergency stop jump shot. Zhou Quan was about to block the ball, but he adjusted the angle and still made a firm shot, and it still hit.

"Oh, this shot is too determined!" Bill Walton exclaimed.

"The more goals like this, the more goals you can score, the better your luck, because Lady Luck always favors those with the strongest will," Williams said.

Pistons attack.

"boom!"

Joe Dumars misses a jumper.

"brush!"

Looking back, Dan Marley shot on the assassin's head. The assassin's action was affected and his defense was weak. He easily hit a mid-range shot.

"4:3, the Pistons attack. Now the offense of both sides is very resolute, there is no muddy water, and the ball is shot immediately." Zhang Reasonable said.

"Is the assassin still coming down?"

"brush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Quan hit the first jumper tonight.

4:5, the Suns attack.

It was still Dan Marley, who hit the assassin in a wrong position. At this time, the assassin suddenly went up and hugged the opponent, and then the referee blew his whistle.

"It's been replaced. Sure enough, the assassin is a fake starter. Give him a position as the main starter to show respect." Zhang Reasonable said.

"Mark, play better."

"Isaiah, leave it to me."

The Pistons replaced Mark Aguirre, and the two friends hugged on the sidelines.

"Mark Aguirre, the No. 1981 pick in 89, a three-time All-Star substitute, and the main member of the championship in 90 and [-]."

"Isaiah Thomas, the No. 1981 pick in 11, 10 All-Stars, 89 All-Stars starting point guard in the Eastern Conference, the core of the championship in 90 and 85, the assist king in 81, the best first team three times, the best twice The second team, the best rookie team in the 82/90 season, the FMVP of the 84 Finals, the All-Star AMVP in 86 and [-]."

The on-site commentator John Rowes also introduced the information of the two in a timely manner, and the Pistons fans at the scene gave a very warm applause.

The game restarted, Dan Marley singled Mark Aguirre, missed a shot, Rodman grabbed a rebound, and the Pistons attacked.

"Mark Aguirre's defense is average, but Dan Marley's athletic talent is also average, but he can handle it." Bill Walton said.

"Unless Dan Marley blows up his hand to beat Mark Aguirre, he's not threatening enough," Williams said.

The two sides come and go, the defensive intensity in the first quarter is getting stronger and stronger, and the feel of both sides has become worse. There are only 2 minutes left in the first quarter, 15:20, with a stronger defense, the Pistons lead by 5 points .

Then after coming off the bench, the Pistons continued to maintain their defensive intensity, and the two sides began to fight hand-to-hand. The defensive intensity was more intense than when the main players were on the court.

Bill Walton analyzed: "Chuck Daly's plan is very clear. He should play defense on the bench. He should want to use this method to weaken the offense of the Suns' bench."

Williams said: "The idea is right, the assassins can't play, the Pistons' bench lineup is further weakened, the pressure on the main players increases, and the bench has to stand up and take on more tasks.

But their strength is limited. When they can't get more points, they can only work harder on the defensive end to suppress the opponent's scoring. "

After halftime, 40:40, the Suns pulled back the score with a stronger bench lineup.

Barkley was very excited and tied at halftime, allowing him to see his opportunity.

He only played 20 minutes in the two quarters today, he still has physical fitness, and he can fight hard in the second half.

"Charles, can you save the match point tonight?"

"Sir, is there hope?"

"Barkley, he scored 11 points on 4 of 11 shots in the first half. You should give up on this performance."

"Barkley, you are bound to lose, we will win the championship tonight."

The player tunnel, crowded with many reporters, shouted loudly when Barkley entered.

Barkley glared at the two local reporters, and said to the reporters in Phoenix: "Wait, we won't give up, we have the strength to get back."

"Mr. Barkley, can you answer a question?" ATV reporter Liu Fangping couldn't get in, and shouted through several people.

But he didn't get an answer from Barkley, and Barkley walked over without even looking at him.

"Assassin, are you planning to retire?"

"Definitely not today."

"Tekken, is there hope today?"

"of course."

At this moment, the Suns walked in, and a group of reporters surrounded them again. Zhou Quan and the others didn't stop, they just dealt with it casually while walking in.

Liu Fangping didn't squeeze in. He didn't seem to dare to squeeze in with those Americans. He looked very gentle. Seeing that the Suns were about to pass, he was very anxious.

He has no chance of being flopped at the press conference after the game, because he has participated in it many times, and the position is arranged at the back. The host can't see him, and he doesn't have a chance to ask questions. Looking for an opportunity to ask questions, I didn't expect to have no chance.

Seeing Zhou Quan passing by at this time, he anxiously asked loudly in English outside: "Zhou Quan, can you answer a question?"

When Zhou Quan heard his Chinese name, he turned his head and glanced. He didn't recognize him, so he walked over without stopping.

Several people from CCTV are familiar with him, but this person is not, and there are no other reporters in China. If there are, they will definitely contact him in advance. It should be reporters from other places. He doesn't want to waste his rest time.

"What big brand are you pretending to be?"

Liu Fangping muttered in dissatisfaction.

He spoke English, and the surrounding reporters heard him, and they all looked over.

A reporter from the New York Times said in surprise: "Isn't Tekken big enough? He is an NBA superstar who can knock out Michael Jordan, and he is a sports star with influence outside the circle. Once he wins the championship, he will be the FMVP."

"Boy, are you Japanese? This is Tekken's territory, so be careful what you say." A reporter from the Detroit Sports News spoke very rudely.

Liu Fangping smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and dared not refute.

At this time, a reporter from the Detroit Worker Daily said: "Last year, a Japanese attacked Iron Fist at the United Center. Be careful. This Japanese has the same malicious intent for Iron Fist."

Having said that, he shouted at a team of security: "Security, hurry up, check this Japanese."

"NONONO, I'm not Japanese, I'm not, I'm from Xiangcheng..." Liu Fangping hastily denied.

But it was too late, and several security guards rushed over and grabbed his arm.

"Sir, are you trying to attack Iron Fist?" a security guard said seriously.

"NO, I don't, no, I'm not Japanese, not..." Liu Fangping panicked.

"Come with us, we will hand you over to the police, and you can also notify the Japanese embassy."

"I want to inform the British embassy that I am from Xiangcheng."

"That's whatever you want."

But those security guards didn't want to talk nonsense with him, they just grabbed his arm and took him away.

Fang Lin and Wu Qifeng of CCTV watched this scene from the media seats at the bottom line.

"Fang Lin, do you want to find Zhou Quan?" Wu Qifeng asked.

"I won't go. That person is not authentic. He is not with us, nor is he a supporter of Zhou Quan. Why help him?" Fang Lin said decisively.

Wu Qifeng thought about it and didn't mention it again.

David Stern at the side of the court also noticed what was going on here, asked about it, and when he heard that a Japanese wanted to attack Iron Fist, he immediately said to the Pistons owner Davidson next to him: "Bill, don't kill people like last year." Now, tell your people to be careful and hand it over to the police."

Davidson said with a smile: "David, don't worry, we have been very careful since what happened last year."

The Pistons returned to the locker room, Chuck Daly analyzed the situation in the first half, and said: "In the first half, everyone fought hard to defend, and the shots were not very good. In the second half, we must continue to fight hard, especially the substitute players. After going up, we must Desperately defend and share the pressure for the main players."

Then he said to Zhou Quan: "Zhou, you need to increase breakthroughs, we need to score more efficiently. At the same time, you also need to pay attention to the open positions of your teammates and distribute the ball in time."

"Understood." Zhou Quan nodded.

上半场他打了19分钟，10投4中，三分球1投0中，2罚2中，得到了10分2篮板6助攻2抢断2失误2犯规。

The efficiency is mediocre. Lightning defended him desperately today, and there was always a hand on him. His efficiency was low, and when the finals reached the most critical moment, the whistle generally would not sound, and Lightning did not blow some fouls. Therefore, although the defensive strength is high, there are not many free throw opportunities.

After a 15-minute break, the second half began.

The two sides basically restored the main lineup. The small forward of the Pistons is Mark Aguirre, and the center of the Suns is Oliver Miller.

Oliver Miller took advantage of the powerful tonnage and wanted a deep position, but he found that he couldn't stand Rodman. At this time, three seconds came, and when he withdrew outward, he glanced at Rodman unconvinced.

"Little kid, you're still breastfeeding, use more strength, your father and I can still stand it." Rodman said with a smile.

The trash talk made Oliver Miller bow his head. Although he was not angry, as a rookie, he didn't dare to spray back.

"boom!"

Dan Marley missed a [-]-point jumper over Joe Dumars.

Seikali struggled to grab the rebound off Rodman's head and threw it.

Zhou Quan received the ball and immediately played a fast break.

Lightning turned around and returned to the defense ahead of time. At full speed, he ran one step ahead, but Zhou Quan behind kept speeding up, pushing him to run, making it impossible for him to establish a defensive position.

When Zhou Quan passed the free throw line, Lightning still couldn't turn around, and when he turned around forcefully, he had already jumped up.

"boom!"

"Oh hoo!"

Stretching his bow and pulling his arms, and snapping the buckle with one hand, the Palace of Auburn Hills suddenly boiled.

"Hohohoho..."

Lightning stood with his hands on his hips, stood under the basket and panted heavily with his mouth open, his brain was buzzing, and his temples were twitching.

The Suns attack.

Lightning didn't play fast break, which he is best at, because his physical fitness was not very good in the G5 game. Although he had an extra day of rest, the strong offensive and defensive intensity in the first half consumed most of his physical energy. The strategy for the three quarters is a stalemate, and the head coach Westphal asked him to save some energy for the final quarter.

At the top of the arc, facing Zhou Quan's defense, he faced a problem without a three-pointer. He either consumed a lot of physical energy to break through with the ball, or gave the ball to others. He chose to give the ball to Barkley. I can't move.

Originally, Rodman defended Barkley, but Oliver Miller's tonnage was too large for Sekali to be able to withstand at all, so Sekali is now defending Barkley.

Barkley catches the ball, hits big with a small size, breaks through Barkley, enters the paint area, and faces Rodman's quick defense. He is not physically fit enough to make an emergency stop throw.

"boom!"

Under Rodman's block, the ball was missed.

Oliver Miller took the opportunity to get into the basket and grabbed the rebound. During the jump, he grabbed the ball with both hands and smashed it to the basket.

At this moment, he regarded the ball in his hand as Rodman, and he wanted to smash Rodman into the basket fiercely, venting his anger.

"Snapped!"

But at this moment, a red, white and blue figure rushed in from above, and slapped the front of the basketball hard with a very precise slap.

"Snapped!"

The basketball was pulled up instantly and hit the backboard.

"boom!"

The moment the basketball hit the board, Oliver Miller hit the basket with both hands, and then the rebounded basketball hit his left face.

"what!"

He fell off the basket in pain, covered his face and nose, and gasped in pain. Between his fingers, nosebleeds flowed out.

"Oh hoo!"

Countless Pistons fans instantly rejoiced.

"Blood cap! Tekken blood cap rookie! Tekken, come on and say: Hey, rookie, welcome to the NBA! Haha..." The bearded John Rowes roared excitedly.

Zhou Quan didn't have time to shout, the ball was not dead yet, he grabbed the basketball and was advancing quickly to the court, taking advantage of the opportunity to play more and less, Oliver Miller under the basket hadn't caught up yet.

"brush!"

In the end, he went in with the ball, attracted Barkley's defense and then passed the ball to Seikali. Seikali made an open jumper and hit a goal.

That's when the referee interrupted the game to let the Suns deal with Oliver Miller's nosebleed.

(End of this chapter)