God of NBA point guards

Chapter 387 Dream: This is blackmail, I want to call the police!

At the scene, Zhou Quan was being interviewed by ESPN TV after the game.

There are many media reporters around, including some domestic reporters.

"Tekken, do you have any regrets for not playing at the last moment?" the reporter asked.

"There are a few, but getting sixty points is pretty good, very good." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

"You are the third person in the history of the league to score 60+ in a single game in the playoffs, and the opponent is the Big Three. How do you evaluate your performance tonight?" the reporter asked.

"It's not modest, I want to use 'great' to describe my performance tonight, do you agree?" Zhou Quan smiled.

"I think anyone would agree, including your opponent tonight."

The reporter nodded with a smile, and asked again: "Even though Mosaic adopted a wide-open tactic to hold you close to the sideline today, you still sent out 6 steals. How did you do it?"

Zhou Quan said with a smile: "I probably had three steals in the first quarter, and the average of the next three quarters was only one steal. I think it's very little. Their tactics really limit my ability to steal."

"Ha ha……"

The reporter laughed, and finally asked: "Then Iron Fist, almost all the media are more optimistic about the Big Three, but you defeated the Big Three with a performance of 60 points. How do you evaluate this game?"

"Including your ESPN, I remember your forecast data is 49% for us and 51% for Mosaic." Zhou Quan interjected with a smile.

The reporter laughed, and Zhou Quan continued: "I am still full of confidence in the next series, because the performance of the Big Three is not so hopeless. From scoring to offensive efficiency, I don't think they have played a dominant role. level performance.

Of course, if it is screwed out alone, Dameng can also be said to have played an extremely dominant performance. He did dominate two paint areas. "

The reporter finally asked: "Tekken, do you think you ruled the Big Three tonight?"

Zhou Quan laughed and said, "You say yes, but I won't say no."

"Ha ha……"

The reporter and the people around him burst into laughter.

After finishing the interview with ESPN, Zhou Quan was interviewed by those domestic reporters again.

It is said that the Mosaic team returned to the locker room, like a group of soldiers who had lost a battle. After entering, they closed the door and vented, making loud bangs inside, and the roar of Big Dream venting was heard very loudly outside. clear.

After the inside became quieter, a staff member of the gymnasium pushed open the door and poked his head in to observe the situation. This is one of his jobs, and the damage must be assessed in time.

"What are you looking at? Close the door for me."

Dameng stared fiercely at the staff and yelled.

Seeing that Dameng was going to eat people, the staff was not afraid at all, hehe sneered and said: "Two iron wardrobes, one trash can, three stools, one massage table, one TV, who will pay the bills?" , so that I can inform the accountant to send you the bill."

"asshole!"

Dameng kicked a trash can flying, and cursed: "Give it all to me, I will pay the bill."

"There are now two trash cans." The staff member glanced at the obviously deformed trash can and said immediately.

"Out!" Dameng roared.

"Okay, sir, you go out first, we will take care of everything here." Tomjanovich said.

The staff finally closed the door, and Dameng was pulled back to the seat by Barkley.

The locker room fell into silence, like a dead person.

Two minutes later, Barkley's deep voice sounded: "I didn't expect us to fight against one, and he won. This bastard, has he taken his medicine tonight? It feels so good."

Dameng said angrily: "Do you know what medicine can make your hand feel so good? You should go and take some yourself, and bring some to Clyde by the way."

"Why are you angry at me? You mean we are inefficient?" Barkley said, suppressing his anger.

"No. Sorry, Charles, I didn't mean that." Dameng reacted and suppressed his anger.

"It's my fault for the loss, my performance has dragged you down." The glider said in a low tone.

"Clyde, don't say that, we are brothers, I was the one who said something wrong just now." Dameng also calmed down, and apologized quickly.

At this time, Tomjanovich said: "Tekken's performance tonight is not a regular performance, he is absolutely impossible to play such a performance every game, you should know this.

So calm down, it's not surprising to lose with such a historically luxurious performance. Tonight's Iron Fist will kill whoever you see.

If Jordan could hit Iron Fist's shooting rate tonight, he would have won that game and would not have been swept by Bird. "

Barkley nodded and said: "He didn't really rush to the basket a few times tonight, and he didn't make many free throws. In the positional battle, he mainly relied on emergency stop jump shots, and he could make any shots. He made 62.5% of the shots, 60 points, whoever It's useless to come."

"Coach, how do we play next?" Dameng asked in a deep voice.

Tomjanovich was a little hesitant. Tonight, he used point guards to divert Iron Fist's defense. As a result, point guards rarely participated in the offense, but Iron Fist still had 6 steals.

But after thinking about it, if this tactic is not used, maybe Iron Fist can send two six steals, so what else is there to fight?
"Still fighting like this, we must contain the Iron Fist defense on the flank and attack from the other flank." He said firmly.

Da Meng thought about it and said: "He doesn't consume much on the defensive end and can save a lot of energy, so we couldn't play in the final quarter just now, and he still..."

Speaking of this, he thought of Zhou Quan's performance of 5 points in less than 12 minutes in the second half of the final quarter just now, so he couldn't continue.

Tomjanovich got a headache, yes, the stretching tactics did contain and limit part of Iron Fist's defensive ability, but it saved him energy.

Soon after, the two teams held a post-match press conference.

"Hakeem, how do you evaluate Tekken's performance tonight?" asked the New York Times reporter who was the first to ask.

Dameng said with a straight face: "I won't deny that he played very well tonight."

"Is it just good?" the reporter asked.

"Very good, he played a great enough performance." Dameng gritted his teeth.

"What do you think is the main loss of Mosaic tonight?" The reporter asked again.

Da Meng thought about it and said: "Efficiency, offensive efficiency, we need higher offensive efficiency."

"So do you think the reason for the lack of offensive efficiency is the problem of offensive tactics or personal strength?" The reporter asked.

Dameng was silent for a while, damn reporter, how would he answer this?Offend the coach, or offend Barkley and Drexler?

He thought for a while and said, "I don't know, we haven't discussed this issue yet."

The reporter who asked the next question asked: "Charles, who do you think has a better chance of reaching the finals in this series?"

"Of course it's us." Barkley said angrily.

"Do you think Tekken can still perform like this?" the reporter asked again.

"Do you think he is a god? He may never be able to perform like this again in his life." Barkley said angrily.

"Glider, Smiling Assassin and Lambiel think you are not worthy of the title of giant, what do you think?" the next reporter asked.

"I never said what kind of giant I was. I don't know why they targeted me. I was traded here, not at my own request. I never thought about cuddling, and I never thought about cuddling anyone's thigh." The glider was full of grief and indignation.

Dameng punched down and hit the table with a slam, startling many people. He stood up abruptly, stared at the crowd angrily and roared:
"Those two bastards Ranbier are with Iron Fist, they just want to mess with our mentality, we won't be fooled.

The series has only just begun, and we'll let Iron Fist know that if he doesn't have the ability to play like he did tonight every night, then we're going to win. "

"Hakim, calm down." Tomjanovich hurriedly stepped forward to clear up the situation.

Then another reporter asked: "Mr. Coach, what do you think of the Big Three lineup?"

Tomjanovich sighed secretly, and then said: "I regret that the power of the three of them was not combined.

In fact, this problem has always existed in the regular season. The three of them almost played separately. Each of them led the team to play for a while, and their integration was not high. "

These words made the three of them feel even worse.

……

"NBA active No.1 Zhou Quan scored 1 points in the second round of G60 and defeated the Mosaic Big Three with strong personal ability." Tokyo Daily.

"60 points in a single game, with a shooting percentage as high as 62.5%, Iron Fist's superb performance, and the Mosaic Big Three are facing collapse." The New York Times.

On the 21st, a large number of American media praised Zhou Quan's 60 points in a single game, and many international media also focused on reporting.

At ten o'clock in the morning, in the hotel where Mosaic stayed, Dameng received a bill from the Seattle Center Stadium, which was forwarded by the team's general manager Steve Patterson.

This is the bill for destroying the locker room after the game last night. He directly looked at the final amount, and then blew up on the spot.

"$22860? Are they crazy? This is blackmail! Blackmail! I'm calling the police, calling the police!" he growled, waving the bill.

Patterson persuaded: "Calm down, Hakim, we don't care about this, you really messed up there."

"That's not worth so much money!" Dameng glared.

Patterson said helplessly: "I know, so you can ask your lawyer to talk to the gymnasium, but you don't have to give so much."

"Don't you know their purpose? They're trying to interfere with me, they're distracting me from the series." Dameng said angrily.

"That's why I asked your lawyer to talk about it. It's not for you to talk about it. You should focus on the game. You just need to know about this matter." Patterson said patiently.

"I'll notify the lawyer."

Dameng snorted angrily, hissed, and tore up the bill.

……

Zhou Quan didn't get up until eleven o'clock in the morning. Last night, he played in a super-explosive state, but he still had some sequelae. It is a fragment of dreaming about some games.

Although he slept for a long time, more than ten hours, he didn't sleep well, and his physical and mental recovery was poor. Fortunately, he still had a day to rest, so he still had a chance to adjust his state and try to sleep well tonight .

After getting up, I did some activities, and then had lunch. After lunch, I took another sleep in the coffee shop on the pier.

This feeling of getting back into the cage was good, even very good. After I put on the exercise posture, I fell into meditation quickly, and I slept until two o'clock in the afternoon before waking up.

Although I only slept for an hour and a half, I didn't dream, and I was almost in a state of deep sleep. After waking up, I felt much better, and the effect was even better than the ten hours of sleep last night.

It happened that Zhang Lili and Xu Jicheng came over, and he called his three basketball trainers. After having afternoon tea together, they helped him with ball-handling offensive training.

Zeng Li was the cheerleader, Xu Jicheng was in charge of statistics, Zhang Lili was in charge of picking up and passing the ball for him, and the three trainers were in charge of defense, with confrontation and double-teaming.

There is a time limit for each attack. From receiving the ball, whether it is a breakthrough attack with the ball or an outside jumper, the attack must be completed within five seconds.

Counting passing and receiving, there is about one attack every eight seconds, seven to eight ball-holding attacks per minute, one round every three minutes, and then a one-minute rest before the next round. He has to complete ten rounds of training.

It took nearly five and ten minutes to finish the training. The ten rounds consisted of three and ten minutes. There were about 10 times of ball-holding offensive training. In the case of double-teaming and triple-teaming throughout the whole process, the intensity was no less than that of a fierce half-court game. Contest.

At this time, Xu Jicheng came over with a statistics sheet and said: "Xiao Zhou, a total of 205 attacks with the ball, hit 89 goals, and the hit rate was 43.4%.

三分球45投17中，命中率37.8%；中投137投57中，命中率41.6%；篮下23投15中，命中率65.2%。

中投的详细数据是，远两分74投31中，命中率41.9%；中两分42投18中，命中率42.9%；近两分21投8中，命中率38.1%。”

Zeng Li ran over with a small step, and said worriedly: "Honey, it's almost 19 percentage points lower than yesterday's game."

Zhang Lili said with a smile: "Don't worry, Xiao Zeng. This is a three-man double-team all the way. One hits three, and he can shoot 43.4% of the shots. It's very good. Jordan shouldn't be able to hit this efficiency."

"nice?"

Zeng Li was relieved when he heard the words, but he still asked Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan nodded with a smile and said: "The state is barely okay. But this is training, and the intensity of confrontation must not be compared with the real game, so these data have to be discounted."

"That's not bad, three people double team!" Xu Jicheng laughed.

Zhang Lili nodded and said: "You can't pass the ball yet. Your threat of holding the ball will be reduced by half. It's really good to have this efficiency."

That night, the Eastern Conference Finals G1 game started.

"Shaq, I wish you a good start on the road."

The game started at eight o'clock, and Zhou Quan called O'Neill at seven o'clock to cheer him on.

"Iron Fist, their insides can't stop me, I can finish them with one hand, see you in the finals." O'Neill coaxed and swore authentically.

Zhou Quanxin thought it was true. He really thought that O'Neal and Hardaway could pose a certain threat to the Bulls, but he was very disappointed in the result.

89:111, the Bulls slaughtered the Magic at the United Center, winning by 22 points.

乔丹根本没有发力，甚至只拿出六七成的实力，17投9中，三分球2投1中，3罚2中，只拿到21分7篮板4助攻2抢断的数据。

皮蓬的出手更多，20投7中，只得18分8篮板4助攻1抢断的数据。

But a total of six Bulls scored in double figures and grabbed 50 rebounds.

The Magic scored in double figures only two, only grabbed 40 rebounds.

O'Neal and Hardaway scored 27 and 38 points respectively, and the other three starters scored 8 points together. Their performance can only be described as rubbish.

"Is everyone else trash except sharks and pennies?"

After watching this game, Zhou Quan felt that it was not very good. Maybe the Magic would be swept away, and the Bulls would probably have the advantage of waiting for work in the finals.

"Shark, your performance is not as good as Penny, why don't you come and hug my thigh?" Worried, he made another phone call to comfort O'Neill.

O'Neill had already lost the game, and when he heard this, he yelled angrily: "Iron Fist, we are no longer friends."

"Okay, no kidding."

Zhou Quan laughed, and said again: "Seriously, Shark, your contract has not been settled yet. The Magic are now focused on promoting Hardaway. What they want is Jordan. Penny performed better than you tonight. Have you decided yet?" ?”

O'Neill was very irritable. He raised his head and glanced at Hardaway, who was opposite him. Just as Hardaway also looked over, the two moved away immediately after their eyes met.

Not only did Penny score 38 points tonight, he also shot 71.4% from the field. His shooting percentage was 61.9%, which really overwhelmed him.

He said with some helplessness: "Let's talk about it after the playoffs."

"Then come on, even if you help me, don't be swept away by Jordan." Zhou Quan encouraged.

"how is this possible?"

O'Neill was so angry that he almost jumped up, and shouted angrily: "You may not be able to pass the level of the Mosaic Big Three yourself?"

"Those three gangsters can stop me?"

Zhou Quan said disdainfully: "If they have that ability, why are they in a group? Have you seen Jordan's group?"

"I'll get Jordan on the ground when I get back home." O'Neal yelled and hung up the phone.

Zhou Quan put down the phone, got up and went to sleep.

The game just now left a deep impression on him. The Bulls' perimeter defense was too strong, preventing the Magic from scoring.

But Hardaway's performance in this field also made him come to a conclusion that the Bulls' perimeter defense is indeed very strong, but it can't stop everything.

However, Hardaway is really strong, and his style is really similar to Jordan. If this continues, in this era of super guards, the Magic will only focus on him and ignore O'Neal.

In other words, O'Neal will almost certainly leave the Magic next season, so the whereabouts of a super center, or even an epoch-making heavy super center, is enough to affect the situation of the league.

Saying good night to Zeng Li, he returned to the second bedroom, closed the curtains, came out of the bathroom to check the time, it was 10:30, and after going to bed, he put down the exercise posture and began to practice Sleeping Alchemy.

With the advancement of Sleeping Alchemy, it became easier to enter meditation. Now he is pursuing a possibility, which is to strive to control the state of mind and body to a certain extent.

Its purpose is to ensure that the body can reach a better state in the most critical competition.

For example, in tomorrow's G2 game, he really hopes to win. He has won two consecutive home games and has the advantage. If he loses, he will be passive.

So he hopes to enter the state of practicing exercises as soon as possible tonight, get into meditation as soon as possible, enter a deep sleep, and adjust his body and spirit to the best through Sleeping Alchemy.

Of course, continuous outbreaks, followed by a period of fatigue, will have stronger sequelae, which is not conducive to the subsequent away games, which is also under his consideration.

As he breathed out, the complicated thoughts in his mind gradually decreased, and his energy gradually began to converge, and he entered the center.

(End of this chapter)