You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 418
"I will not give you this trophy unless you promise me to come back."

On the night before Game 6, Jordan received his fifth MVP trophy, and Stern looked complicated. This NBA label launched by him is now in the last year of his career.

When Jordan was at his peak, Stern was looking for his successor.

"Big Dog" Glenn Robinson, Penny Hardaway, Grant Hill, Kobe Bryant.
One after another outstanding young people have appeared in front of the public eye under the name of Jordan's successor. They are all excellent, but none of them are the real Jordan.

"They're all good and good, but I just don't like them."

That's pretty much what it feels like.

The Magic Bird saved the NBA, and Jordan made the NBA a top sports league in the world that can be as famous as the three major leagues in North America.

He brought the NBA to the world.

Now, he is also playing in his final year.

It's hard to say how much Stern's words come from his sincerity. Starting today, he will accelerate the process of Jordan's successor.

The league needs a new facade.

Stern was very optimistic about Mo Mengchen, and even hoped to label him as Jordan's successor.

But his style of play makes it difficult to call him Jordan's successor without conscience. He has a rare popularity among the new generation of stars, but his way of playing is different from Jordan.

It's hard to find a template for him, and he hasn't reached his prime yet.

Now he wanted to see how Mo Mengchen and Hill would fight against Jordan.

Tonight, there are many celebrities on the scene.

Movie star, shooting star singer, Bulls diehard, major league executives, Bulls owner Jerry Reinsdorf.

Jump ball in the middle circle.

The Pistons' starting center wasn't Theo Ratliff, but rookie Scott Pollard.

He was nervous.

This is normal. Ben Wallace needs to be absent for more than half a month because of a broken nose. He was originally the second center substitute, and he temporarily took the position of Big Ben.

In order to protect Ratliff, Frauses suddenly decided to start him.

This is a change that no one expected.

Pollard took a deep breath, facing Longley, the two of them prepared to jump the ball.

The referee threw the ball slowly into the sky. Longley was very experienced, and Pollard was not incapable of fighting under normal circumstances, but now he was too nervous.

Longley once again won the opening ball for the Bulls.

"The Pistons never seem to get the ball to start with," Hubie Brown complained.

His partner Bill Wharton said with a smile: "This is going to become their heart disease. Although the ball possession at the beginning cannot affect the outcome of the game, if they can win the ball smoothly from the beginning, it will be psychologically important. Said that it has a positive impact on the performance of the players."

The two talked to each other, and suddenly, the whistle sounded.

Alan Houston was caught by the referee when he pinched his waist while defending Jordan's low post, and the unselfish baseline referee blew the whistle of justice.

"The referee should have caught you for these moves."

Jordan grabbed the ball, with a provocative expression, facing Houston.

Houston closed his eyes, trying to calm down.

It is said that Hill performed poorly in the Eastern Conference finals, so why isn't he?

Hill draws a lot of firepower for him, and when the game is over, people will patiently analyze everyone's performance. When they see Houston drop to single digits in this series, he will face no more criticism than Hill. few.

After re-serving, Jordan is still in the low post.

His teammates cleared the right side for him, leaving only him and Houston to match up.

"Great opportunity!" Jordan blows up Houston every game. This is his daily homework, and it will be the same tonight.

Jordan's body turned sideways tentatively, his right foot went up and down a bit, and he supported the ball with both hands, rising and falling, every movement was full of temptation.

Houston plays defense with aplomb and is not deceived by these moves.

After two seconds, Jordan realized that he couldn't be fooled, so he had to choose a strong top, which was not a problem.

Jordan exerted strength, and Houston's firewood stature couldn't stop him from pushing in. He should be thankful that Jordan didn't intend to spend a lot of physical energy to charge in at the beginning, otherwise the scene would be very ugly.

After the collision, Jordan got his rhythm. He put away the ball, pressed his back against Houston's body, shook to the left, and then turned to the right and jumped up.

The whole set of movements is as flawless as white jade, swaying freely.

Houston felt a white afterglow flash before his eyes, and he swung his arm uncontrollably.

His hand hit Jordan's ball, and then he also took the palm of the flying man.

In the United Center, on this glorious night when Jordan claimed the MVP trophy, how could the referee allow such an action to spoil the good mood of His Majesty the Flying Man?

It was a foul, and if it wasn't so special tonight, the referees might have had mercy on Houston, given that he had already been called for a foul.

But tonight is so special.

"Beep!"

The breeze drifted and blew on Houston's face, and there was a burst of cheering all around.

"Alan Houston is as generous to fouls as the host!" Walton criticized, "Does he know how important this game is tonight?"

Jordan prepares for a free throw.

Froises turned around and called out a name: "Louis."

Luis M. Lore, who had never played in the Eastern Conference Finals before, heard the call of the head coach less than half a minute into the game on such a tense and suffocating night.

Am I wrong?
He stood up, and Frauses called his name again.

That's right, it's him.

Lore walked up to Frases and asked, "Coach, I'm here."

"Go and replace Alan," said Frauses.

Lore, who was reused, walked past his teammates, and Lauderdale and Chris Robinson, who usually watched the water fountain with him, patted his butt twice.

Jordan made two free throws.

2 is better than 0
Lore didn't expect him to play, let alone match up with Jordan.

Jordan didn't know him at all, because the Bulls didn't need to specifically target a fringe guy who didn't usually get a chance to play.

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball to half court.

Lore saw his gestures and knew what he should do.

He came to the high position and cooperated with Mo Mengchen to catch the ball hand-to-hand.

"Do you want to die?"

Jordan's expression made Loll almost fall into the ice cave. Even if he fell naked into the ice cave of the North Pole, I'm afraid it would not be more chilling than it is now.

After Mo Mengchen passed the ball, he ran out of a scalpel tactic.

The end point is in himself.

Hill and Barkley screened for each other, Mo Mengchen cut out from the left wing, and Lore passed the ball against Jordan's death stare.

"Shh!"

"Dor.Mo scored a jumper for the first field goal of the night."

Lore exhaled, turned around, and the pressure Jordan brought to him disappeared, as long as he didn't look at him, that pressure wouldn't affect him.

Jordan was determined by Lore, and asked for the ball in the low post again.

Mo Mengchen waited for Harper to pass the ball to him, then immediately left him behind and went in to double-team.

Jordan scored the ball immediately.

Harper's three-pointer was tested again.

"Shh!"

5 is better than 2
"You can continue to release Ron, he will make a shot." Jordan ran away from Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen didn't communicate with Lore, and the double-team just now was fine. If Harper finds the touch tonight, it can only be their bad luck.

Lore is afraid of Jordan, that's for sure, any team's marginal players will be afraid when they are suddenly called to play against Jordan.

Frouseth valued his versatility, which is why he was brought on.

Lore moved according to the tactics, even though his heart was terribly empty, there was still no problem with his movement.

He ran to the corner, and along with the others, the Bulls' defense had problems.

Jordan stayed away from Lore.

Hill looked at all directions, and immediately saw Luo Er who was in the air. He picked up the ball with his right hand and smashed it hard.

"Beep!"

Lol received the ball, but I don't know why the referee whistled.

The referee's gesture conveyed a clear and unmistakable instruction: step on the line and go out of bounds!
Just as Lore was about to make a defense, he looked down and saw that his feet were just out of bounds, and it was an undisputed penalty.

"Hahaha~~~"

The audience booed loudly.

"Perhaps Adam Frauses was trying to win by surprise, but pinned his hopes on a marginal man"

Only by seeing Wharton's expression can one know how much he disapproves of this operation.

Nervous, stiff, continuous mistakes.

When a young team encounters a life-and-death battle, it is inevitable that there will be such problems.

"Are you afraid of him?" Mo Mengchen asked Luoer.

Lol nodded.

"Give him a foul." Mo Mengchen pointed at Jordan, "I will look at you and give him a hard foul!"

Lol asked, "Then what?"

"When you make a foul, I will tell you what to do next," Mo Mengchen said.

Mo Mengchen's idea made Hill worry about Lore.

Encourage Lol to foul Jordan?If this got Jordan in a hurry, he'd beat Lol to death.
At this time, Jordan entered the low position for three consecutive rounds.

The triangle offense does not pay attention to allowing Jordan to concentrate the ball to attack. There is only one reason for this situation. Jordan believes that his success rate in singles against Lore is more effective than the so-called tactics.

Harper passes to Jordan for the third time.

"It seems that Mo has given up on you."

Seeing Mo Mengchen standing still, Jordan smiled knowingly and prepared to eat Lol raw.

Luis M. Lore waited for Jordan to launch an offense, the moment he jumped up with all his strength and was about to score——NO!

He yelled in his heart, the moment the foul was committed, he didn't feel scared at all, this tall, god-like man behaved like a mortal in front of the rough foul.

Lore wanted to break Jordan's wrist with this thug.

"Damn chops!"

Jordan scolded angrily.

Luo Er raised his hand and hurriedly came to Mo Mengchen, courage came and went quickly, he was frightened by Jordan's reaction.

"Mo, what should I do next?"

Mo Mengchen spread his hands: "He definitely wants to kill you now. If you don't want to be killed by him, you'd better resist him from now on and use all means."

Lol:? ? ?
This is what you call the next step?
Lore looked back at Jordan standing on the free throw line and his swollen arm.

That angry face.

Isn't this a scam!

Lore groaned inwardly.

(End of this chapter)