Reborn in the 96 golden generation

Chapter 280 Only one main force left

It didn't take long for Stockton to make a comeback with the ball. First, he used a skillful dribble on the outside to attract the attention of the Lakers. When he saw the opportunity, he made a sharp pass and passed the ball to Malone in the waist of the penalty area.

"King, you are going to die!"

Ma Long sticking to Zhou Yu is a strong shot. Obviously, he intends to make Zhou Yu foul.

Zhou Yu broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly backed away, not daring to make any foul moves, and Ma Long easily scored two points.

"Wang, can you be a little bit more man, you obviously had a chance to block that shot just now."

O'Neill came over and vented his dissatisfaction.

"Brother Shark, it's important to save your life."

Zhou Yu said with a bitter face.

"Go save your life and give him to me!"

O'Neill snorted coldly and said angrily.

"Forget it, Brother Shark, give him to me, I know what to do."

Zhou Yu said with embarrassment.

Zhou Yu had a premonition that Malone was still the biggest threat to the Lakers inside, and he had to be sent away completely.

In the next round, Zhou Yu still asked for the ball from a low position, beat Ma Long strongly, and used various fake moves to trick Ma Long into fouling. Unfortunately, Ma Long, who has a long memory, did not take this at all, and kept his center of gravity within a controllable range, and did not give Zhou Yu any trouble. Chance of foul.

In desperation, Zhou Yu had no choice but to pass the ball to the "madman" on the outside. The "madman" played vigorously despite his five previous fouls, using his speed and technique to continuously attack the Jazz's defense.

Tragedy happened again, just as the "madman" passed Hornacek and was about to continue to hold the ball deep into the Jazz's hinterland, but Stockton quietly blocked his only way and made a dribble of his !
Zhou Yu heard the sound of heartbreak in an instant. After Kobe, the "madman" also left the game. Currently, in the current Lakers lineup, only he and O'Neal are the two hardcore main players, and the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

"Wang, Stockton is simply too insidious! Fight them!"

O'Neill screamed angrily.

"Brother Shark, calm down, neither of us can afford to lose. I play the outside line, you play the inside line. Minimize physical contact, control body balance, pass the ball more, and cooperate more. If you persist until the end, you will win!"

Zhou Yu reminded loudly.

"Wang, I listen to you, I must swear to the death to defend the dignity of the 'Twin Towers of the Lakers'!"

O'Neill clenched his fist and nodded.

Harris, who was watching the game off the court, was also sweating deeply. The current situation on the court is Malone + Stockton VS Zhou Yu + O'Neal. "It's all better.

The score on the field was "90:88". The Jazz were only two points behind the Lakers and had control of the ball. The competition between the two sides became fierce.

After Stockton held the ball for halftime, he played a classic inside and outside pick-and-roll cooperation with Malone. After Malone cut the ball, he took a step and directly hit the basket!

Malone rushed like a truck at full power, unstoppable. Since Zhou Yu had switched to defending Stockton, Malone could only be handed over to O'Neill.

Naturally, O'Neill didn't dare to block head-on, so he could only give way to the middle, dodge to one side, and planned to adopt a roundabout interception tactic.

Just as Malone jumped up for a layup, O'Neal roared, jumped up suddenly, and swung his big palm to hit a vicious side cap.

No matter in terms of height, wingspan or take-off height, Malone's ball was undoubtedly blocked.

Unexpectedly, Malone curled up in mid-air and pulled a lever in the air, not only avoiding O'Neal's block, but also allowing O'Neal's palm to hit his forearm firmly.

After the crisp sound of "snap", the referee's whistle also sounded suddenly, and the bad news came, O'Neal's thug fouled, and Malone made two free throws!

"Wang, I'm sorry, I still haven't controlled my impulse."

Before leaving the game, O'Neal said with a guilty expression.

"Brother Shark, it's okay, but why didn't you slap him on the head with that slap just now, so that Malone can rest with you because of a sudden concussion."

Zhou Yu smiled wryly, feeling unwilling.

With Malone's two free throws, the Jazz tied the score at "90:90". There were only 3 minutes and 03 seconds left before the end of the game, and the game came to an end.

The Lakers' current roster is as follows:
Point guard: Fisher, shooting guard: Scott, small forward: Kersi, power forward: Zhou Yu, center: Campbell.

Except for Zhou Yu, they are all substitute players. On the other hand, the Jazz has all the main players alive, and the strength of both sides is self-evident.

"Wang Zhizhi, does our lineup count as bullying you?"

Stockton walked up to Zhou Yu swaggeringly, and laughed.

"It doesn't count, Stockton, you just let your horses come here, none of our Lakers are cowards, even if the coach is on the court, he will still abuse you like a joke."

Zhou Yu laughed indifferently.

"Good job, Wang, I just like your arrogance when you stand and talk without back pain, but after a while, I'm afraid you won't have time to kneel and cry."

After a strange laugh, Stockton walked away.

"Wang, as long as you don't get hurt, don't forget, we still have one more home game."

Harris, who was watching the game off the court, gave up and reminded Zhou Yu loudly.

The Jazz fans were as excited as "dancing demons", shouting "beat the Lakers 4:2", and have already won the game.

Sloan even sat firmly on the coach's bench, closing his eyes and resting his mind. It seemed that the game was already in his hands, and there was no need to continue watching.

"Susan, the game seems to have settled. Wang Zhizhi may not be able to support himself alone. The Lakers should prepare for the next game."

Smith on the commentary seat sighed.

"I don't think so. Wang Zhizhi's energy is not as simple as you imagined, and the Lakers are not as fragile as you imagined."

Susan shook her head.

"Susan, haven't you always looked down on Wang Zhizhi, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Smith widened his eyes and said in surprise.

"Who said I don't like him anymore, I just think he is too arrogant and needs to hone himself in adversity."

Susan flatly denied it.

"Well, fans and friends in front of the TV, our young and beautiful Su commented that he might be in a bad mood because of his menstruation just now, and his comments on Wang Zhizhi were biased. I hope everyone will forgive me. In fact, he has always been very optimistic about Wang Zhizhi. The super rookie."

Smith turned his head to the camera and explained solemnly.

Susan glared at Smith with a red face. If it wasn't for the live broadcast, she would have grabbed the microphone and smashed his head into a pig's head.

In fact, even Susan herself couldn't figure out why she suddenly changed her mind to support Wang Zhizhi. She originally hoped that he would lose completely and his championship dreams would be completely shattered. , her heart suddenly softened again.

The game continued on the court, and the Lakers launched an offensive against the Jazz. In this round, Zhou Yu did not hold the ball too much, but handed over the possession to the experienced veteran Byron Scott. He is old and injured, but his ability to control the ball at critical moments is still much better than Fisher.

(End of this chapter)