God of NBA point guards

Chapter 375 Big Three: What should we do?
The assassin further analyzed: "In my opinion, there is only one reason why Mosaic was blown up in the first quarter. Their strength on the back line, especially after the glider is off the field, is five grades behind Iron Fist."

Speaking of which, he wrenched his fingers and read: "No.1 in active service, superstar, pseudo-superstar, superstar, all-star main force, all-star substitute, main player, important rotation, role player, marginal player, oh, my God, it's not five grades, it's nine grades."

"Ha ha……"

Ranbir laughed until the flesh on his face trembled.

The assassin laughed and said again: "They are completely vulnerable. They did not form any defensive barriers against Iron Fist's attack, so Iron Fist has a [-]% hit rate."

Lambiel said: "And Iron Fist's defense seriously damaged their offense, that's why they lost so badly in the first quarter, and they were completely confused."

The assassin said with a smile: "Now their self-confidence has been fatally impacted, someone must stand up, so who is this person?"

"Barkley?" Lambiel immediately offered a choice.

The assassin shook his head and smiled: "Barkley is not a strong-willed guy at all. He has proved this a long time ago. He is not worth relying on at critical moments."

"Haha, is that the big dream?" Ranbir immediately changed his choice.

The assassin said with a smile: "Dameng is still a little possible. The media said that he is tenacious, so now Mosaic can count on Dameng to stand up."

"Stand up and get hit by that Iron Fist bastard?" Ranbir blurted out.

"Puchi, haha..."

The smiling assassin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In the Compaq Center Arena at this time, many fans had already left the stadium. They really didn't want to see their team blown away like this.

But more fans did not have the idea of ​​leaving the field. The Big Three disappointed them so much that they wanted to stay and continue watching Tekken's performance.

In the United States, boxing is very popular, especially heavyweight, and there are a lot of boxing fans. Most of the Houstonians who came to watch the game are also boxing fans.

Dameng and Barkley were sweating profusely, and when they sat back on the bench, their minds were in a daze.

They really don't understand, the Big Three, even if the glider is gone, there are still two superstars left, why are they beaten like this in one quarter?It's so embarrassing to beat the fans to turn against each other!
"Hakeem, what do we do?" Barkley asked Olajuwon.

"Charles, what should we do?" Olajuwon asked Barkley.

"Rudy, what shall we do?"

The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and at the same time looked at the head coach Tomjanovich in front of them.

Tomjanovich wiped the sweat from his forehead, bent down and wiped it on his legs, put his hands on his knees, looked at the two with firm eyes and said, "Trust me, Iron Fist has a [-]% hit rate. It is absolutely impossible to sustain it, and neither is God. Let alone him.

So don't be intimidated by his performance in the first quarter. Now we should calm down, play our own skills and tactics, and catch up head-on when he feels down. "

The two were stunned, feeling as if a basin of ice water had been splashed on their heads, and their stunned minds instantly regained consciousness.

"Yes, it is absolutely impossible for him to continue to be so accurate?" Barkley murmured.

"Pass me the ball."

Dameng suddenly realized and nodded, and then said: "After attracting double-teams in the low position, I will distribute the ball to Charles, and beat him in three quarters."

Tomjanovich nodded in relief, and said again: "He was the only one who shot in the first quarter. Everyone in the Supersonics will not feel very good. From the second quarter on, once his feel declines, we will fight back with all our strength." . If he starts driving with the ball because he's down, we're going to double-team him."

At this time, far away in Denver, Zhang Lili and the others are live broadcasting the game between the Bulls and the Nuggets.

Nine of CCTV's ten live broadcasts are for the Sonics, and one is for the Bulls. This is the second live broadcast of the Bulls' game this season.

"My God, Zhou Quan scored 34 points in a single quarter?"

At this time, halftime of the game was over, and when the commercial time period entered, Zhang Lili immediately contacted a domestic reporter who was following the Supersonic. He couldn't believe it when he heard the news there.

"Zhou Quan scored 34 points in a single quarter?" Xu Jicheng thought he heard it wrong.

"Ouch, 34 points in a single quarter, I actually missed Zhou Quan's explosive game, ouch!" Zhang Lili reconfirmed that yes, so he hung up the phone and patted his thigh very regretfully.

"Really?"

Xu Jicheng still couldn't believe it.

"Really, I just contacted the reporter from Sports Weekly." Zhang Li shook his head and said.

"What's the hit rate?" Xu Jicheng asked suddenly.

张合理仍然满脸的遗憾地道：“11投11中，三分球6投6中，6罚6中，投篮和罚球都是百分之百的命中率。

I heard that there was a verbal conflict with Barkley and the others before the game. Zhou Quan went crazy. 50+ is certain, 60+ is also possible, and 70+ may be possible. "

"Scored 100 points in a single quarter with 34% shooting?"

Xu Jicheng was stunned, then stomped his feet repeatedly, and sighed: "Why did the stage choose the Bulls' game?"

"Report it to the station and let them regret it too." Zhang Lili laughed.

"it is good."

Xu Jicheng said without hesitation.

Not only did they know the news, there were hundreds of reporters in the Compaq Center, at least 30 of them came from all over the world, so Zhou Quan’s super performance in the first quarter had already been spread all over the world through them, and a large number of TV stations temporarily interrupted the news .

Compaq Center, it's time for the second session.

Zhou Quan didn't get up, the first quarter was full, the ball was in his hands, he was all attacking, his physical energy was exhausted, and he needed to take a breather.

Seeing the Supersonics' lineup for the second quarter, the assassin shook his head and smiled: "The Supersonics' guard line is composed of Vincent Eschel and the fringe David Wingate, the small forward is the fringe Steve Scheffler, and the inside It's Ervin Johnson and Gilliam, Matt Geiger off the bench.

There are also substitutes on the outside. The three marginal players are all outside, but Schramf and Rodman are not there. The rotation of the inside is the most troublesome part of the Supersonics. The three players rotate two positions. "

Lambiel said: "Not three, the management has found two forwards from the free market, but they are also marginal people."

The assassin nodded and smiled: "Frank Brickkowski, the 81th pick in the third round of 3, is a 11-year-old veteran who can play the fourth and fifth positions. This is his 36th season. Ree Stewart, a forward, plays the third and fourth positions, and the undrafted player in 11 can be regarded as the same year's pick of Iron Fist."

Lambiel said: "Although the Supersonics' current bench lineup is poor, Mosaic may not be that good. Their main lineup's No. [-] and No. [-] positions are all made up, let alone the bench lineup?"

The assassin looked at the field and shook his head: "But Dameng went up. This guy played 11 minutes in the first quarter, and now he goes up again. He wants to chase points when Iron Fist is not around. With Dameng leading the bench, no matter how bad it is, he can blow up. Sonics bench lineup."

Two minutes later, at 2:43, Mosaic got back 22 points, morale picked up, and the fans began to cheer for the home team again.

Taking advantage of the dead ball, Zhou Kwon and Brick Koski came on, and David Wingate and Elvin Johnson went off.

On Mosaic's side, Dameng was also very tired and was replaced by Barkley.

"Two super giants take turns against Iron Fist. It would be disgraceful to win." The assassin smiled disdainfully.

"I haven't got a ring for so many years, how much more can you ask for them?" Lambiel laughed.

The assassin laughed and said, "Make a bet, Iron Fist will still attack with all its strength in this section."

Lambiel said disdainfully: "The lineup in the second quarter is worse than the lineup in the first quarter. Who will attack if he doesn't attack? Are you pointing at those marginal people?"

The game restarted, Mosaic's possession of the ball, serve from the center line.

Because the opponent's bench lineup was also poor, Zhou Quan directly switched to defend Barkley.

"Boy, let's see how you block me." Barkley came to the position two steps away from the left waist and began to ask for the ball.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Quan walked around to prevent Barkley from receiving the ball.

Barkley runs continuously, but how can he run better than Zhou Quan?Jordan can't get rid of Zhou Quan's marking easily, let alone him?

"boom!"

Seeing that Barkley didn't have a chance to catch the ball, Mosaic's backup small forward, the fringe man Blue Rix, had to make a shot himself, and failed to hit under the defense of Steve Scheffler.

Gilliam grabbed the backcourt rebound, Zhou Quan took the basketball, and the Supersonics attacked.

Barkley had no choice but to follow Zhou Quan back to the defense, and ran quickly to the frontcourt. Zhou Quan was already several steps ahead of him and completely lost.

A mosaic substitute player had no choice but to come over to defend, Zhou Quan changed direction and accelerated with a step, and his body paused slightly when he reached a position two meters to the left of the top of the arc.

"Three points?"

Seeing Zhou Quan's body pause slightly, the assassin immediately shouted.

At this moment, everyone on both sides looked at Zhou Quan, and their movements stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed.

In the first quarter, he made 6 of 6 three-pointers. The Mosaic player saw that Zhou Quan was about to make another three-pointer, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

But at the next moment, Zhou Quan accelerated again. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone on both sides paused, he entered the paint area through the left end of the free throw line, also smashed through all the defense lines, and jumped up after one step.

"boom!"

Mosaic didn't form a defense at the basket in time at all, and blasted the opponent's basket with a one-handed dunk.

"Clap clap clap..."

There was warm applause at the Compaq Center.

"Iron Fist!"

"Iron Fist!"

"Iron Fist Slayer!"

A large number of Houstonians began to yell and yell, even calling out Zhou Quan's nickname in the NCAA.

The assassin laughed twice and said: "The fans of Mosaic have already made their choice, and the strong are worthy of their support."

"How did you defend?"

Dameng, who had just sat down for less than half a minute, jumped up anxiously, waved the white towel in his hand and roared towards the field.

Mosaic attack.

Zhou Quan followed Barkley again.

This time Barkley stopped running, and stood still two steps away from the left waist. Zhou Quan circled forward. He immediately pushed forward with his right elbow, raised his left hand high, and firmly demanded the ball with his back hand.

The lob came in.

Zhou Quan quickly turned around and stuck to Barkley, and a strong confrontation was generated instantly. Although the strength of level 87 was still not as good as that of Barkley with a tonnage of 114 kg, it was enough to shake Barkley's center of gravity.

"not good!"

The moment his feet were pushed, Barkley panicked.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, the basketball fell, and he missed it with one hand, and it bounced off the baseline.

"Di!"

The referee blew his whistle, gestured for the ball to be exchanged, and then pointed towards the Supersonics' frontcourt.

"Damn!"

Barkley gave Zhou Quan a hard look, and ran to the frontcourt helplessly.

Zhou Quan advanced to the frontcourt and saw Jalen Jackson, Mosaic's backup swingman, yelling at Barkley, "Hey, giant, don't you dare to challenge me?"

"asshole!"

Barkley, who was following Gilliam on the left wing, became angry when he heard this, and rushed over.

When Almon Gilliam saw it, he quickly stretched out his hands to Zhou Quan, and the basketball in Zhou Quan's hand flew over the next moment.

"broken!"

Barkley turned around and rushed back when he saw it.

It's just too late, when he threw Gilliam one meter away, the latter's ball had already been shot.

"brush!"

The splash appeared and the mid-range shot hit.

"Gilliam's open mid-range shot is trustworthy." The assassin laughed.

"It's a garbage choice. Barkley's brain is broken. He has been controlled by the trash talk of that Iron Fist guy." Lambiel sprayed.

Mosaic attacked again.

This time Barkley ran into the paint area. It would be better if he had a chance at the basket. If he didn't, he could run to the right wing to look for opportunities.

He has never really played against Zhou Quan. If Jordan is here, he will definitely tell him not to run into the paint area when he is marked by the iron fist.

Mosaic's backup point guard, Price, took possession of the ball at the top of the key and saw a good opportunity to pass the ball into the paint, which landed in front of Barkley's run.

And it was a scalpel pass. Vincent Estier's defense was mediocre and he didn't defend the pass.

Barkley saw it, and he ran behind Brickkowski under the basket, took a step to the right, and stretched his hands forward for the ball.

"Snapped!"

But at this moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of Brickkowski and caught the basketball first.

"what?"

Barkley and Price, who was passing the ball, froze at the same time.

"Beautiful! This is Iron Fist's fifth steal, and his performance today is simply a god-level performance." The assassin said very excitedly.

Zhou Quan took the ball to the right wing, used a breakthrough to attract double-teams, and created an open opportunity for Vincent Escheel on the three-point line. Escheel received his pass and made a three-pointer.

"boom!"

Short, the basketball rebounded from the basket and was snatched by Charles Barkley.

"It's a pity that there is an empty seat, but Ai Siqiu didn't make a move before, and his hands haven't warmed up yet." The assassin said.

"He should have done it by himself. His hands are so hot, so why pass the ball? He should be alone when he shouldn't be alone, and not be alone when he should be alone. It's a wrong choice." Lambiel said disdainfully.

"Bill, if you're not afraid of scolding, just keep talking." The assassin secretly laughed.

(End of this chapter)