On January 12, 1997, the United Center Arena welcomed their toughest opponent of the season, the Houston Rockets.

Before the start of the game, the coaches of both sides began to battle their wits.

On the bus.

"Clyde, I'm not going to prepare you to start today." Old Tang and the 'glider' whispered.

"Can I know why, Coach." Drexler was still so polite.

"I want Ray to start and play against Michael, to gain a little more experience, and you know I don't care about winning a game right now, what we're going to do now is hone the new guys." Lao Tang explained his reasons.

"No problem coach, Ray will learn a lot if he can meet Michael face-to-face, but I'm afraid he will lose his self-confidence if he is beaten by Michael." Drexler voiced his concerns.

"Hehe, don't worry Clyde. Ray won't just be knocked down like that, he's a seemingly elegant guy with a strong heart, and the confrontation with Michael can only make him stronger, because the person opposite him is the best basketball player on the planet. Lao Tang shook his head and said confidently.

"Okay, coach, I'll listen to you." 'Glider' said after a moment's thought.

"Okay, I'll talk to you when we get to the locker room." Old Tang patted Drexler and said.

The 'glider' shrugged in approval.

The bus arrived at the United Center Arena quickly, and in no time.

In the locker room of the stadium, Lao Tang announced today's starting list.

"Our starters today were Hakim, Kevin, Horry, Mark and Ray." As soon as Lao Tang's words fell, Ray Allen was stunned.

"Coach, is me starting today?" Ray Allen asked.

"Yes, Ray, do you have any opinions." Old Tang asked rhetorically.

"No, no, no, I'm just excited because I'm going to be able to play against Jordan." Ray Allen was still quick to react.

"Well, I thought you wouldn't want to start, I think Anderson and Sboga and Dejan would love to play against Jordan." Lao Tang glanced at Ray Allen, and said that your reaction is still full of joy.

"Alright, guys, some of you played the Chicagoans last year and know what kind of team they are. They've got super scorers, super rebounders and great role players, their tactical system is mature, their style of play is very team-oriented, and more importantly, they are last year's champions, and I don't want you to be beaten by them today and get out of the United Center, we want them to understand that their biggest enemy this year is us, we Houstonians. Old Tang roared in the locker room.

"Who are you?" Olajuwon roared

"We are warriors," the Rocket General roared

"Your battlefield is there," Olajuwon continued

"The basketball court is our battlefield," the Rockets general roared

"Go ahead, Houston," Olajuwon said with a final growl

"We are unstoppable," the rocket general roared.

"Let's play" Lao Tang looked at these boys under his hands, and was very happy in his heart.

He is very happy to be mentoring such a talented group of young people.

The boys reminded him of when he was younger.

watched the menacing big man walk towards the court with murderous spirit.

He saw the rocket age of the future.

Honk.

The whistle blew.

Garnett and Longley's jump ball.

It was clear that Garnett had won.

Mark Jackson got the ball and was firmly in control.

Because he knew that Haber's boy was watching him beside him.

Steady control of the ball and advance to the Bulls' half.

Looking at Haber who was posted like a dead dog, Mark Jackson couldn't help but complain:

"Hey, Haber, why do you stick so tightly like a plaster every time I see you, and I'm not a chick."

"Mark, shut your foul mouth, your mouth is as big as your ass." Haber shot back.

"Hey, look man, you really got a championship with Michael's thigh, my congratulations." Mark Jackson continued to complain.

"Thank you, you see you hugged Hakim's thigh and still didn't win the championship, you guys are so pathetic." Haber's poisonous tongue is no less than that of Mark Jackson.

"yes, that's up to this year, but I'll tell you first, we're going to score." Jackson's words did not fall, a ground-hitting pass, Horry, who cut without the ball, had already made an unmanned block with Garnett, quickly ran into the three-second zone, received Jackson's pass, received the ball and took a step to make a layup, Rodman and Pippen were blocked and took a step slow to keep up with Horry's footsteps, and Longley, who was in the interior and Olajuwon card position, could only leave Olajuwon and defend Horry.

As soon as Longley lifted up, Horry's ball was passed out, and the waist twisted in the air, and the basketball in his hand was handed to Olajuwon against Longley's waist.

Olajuwon scored with an easy board.

The coordination is like a smooth flow, and it is very beautiful.

"Hey man, your passing is fantastic." Olajuwon stepped forward and high-fived Horry.

"That's, I'm the all-powerful Rodt." Horry made a toned pose to show off.

"You're good, praise you twice, you don't know the southeast and northwest." Mark Jackson came up and quipped.

Looking at the Houstonians who quit, the Chicagoans didn't care at all.

Pippen controlled the ball and advanced to the Rockets' half.

Give the ball to Jordan, and everyone else will pull it away, and this first ball will still be played by Jordan himself.

Jordan held the ball, looked at Ray Allen, who was on defense, and said:

"Boy, Rudy asked you to defend me."

"Yes, how can Mr. Michael have an opinion." Not to be outdone, Ray Allen is not to be outdone.

"Hehe, boy, you are very bold, I will see if you have the courage to talk to me like this in a while."

Michael Jordan smiled, remembering that he had done the same when he first entered the league.

Talking is talking, but the ball in Jordan's hand doesn't stop moving.

With a backhand pull, an acceleration passed past Ray Allen.

The rhythm is well mastered, and the speed changes so fast that it is dazzling.

After the easy breakaway, Jordan didn't even look at Ray Allen, went directly to the basket, and made a step-back jumper in front of Olajuwon and Garnett's blocks, and easily scored two points.

"Rookie, you'll see what my basketball looks like." Jordan whispered as he walked past Ray Allen.

Then, without looking at him, he walked back to his half.

"Okay, rookie, the guy you're facing is the pride of this era, and it's completely normal for you to be broken through." Olajuwon came over and patted Ray Allen and comforted.

"I understand, Hakim." Ray Allen smiled softly at Olajuwon.

Then, walk to the Bulls' half.

Offensive and defensive castling.

Ray Allen confronts Jordan.

Jordan said to Ray Allen: "Boy, I broke through you just now, you should also break through me once, come on, try to break through me." ”

"Michael, I'll score, don't worry." Ray Allen said with an unchanged expression.

"Okay, then I'll wait." Jordan smiled indifferently.

Ray Allen made a sudden counter-run, made an off-ball cover with Horry, and quickly moved to the bottom corner.

And the basketball quickly moved out of Olajuwon's hands.

Ray Allen took the ball and took it, and just as the ball was shot, Ray Allen knew it was there.

But just when he was happy for himself, a black shadow almost rose with the basketball, and with a wave of his hand, the black shadow directly fanned the ball out of the bottom line.

Ray Allen fixed his eyes on Jordan.

It turned out that when Ray Allen and Horry were covering, Jordan had already understood their intentions, and as soon as he stepped back, he dodged Horry, who was blocking people, and then peeked at him in the space two steps away from Ray Allen.

At the moment when he made a move, Jordan used his powerful bounce to give Ray Allen a big hat.

"Hey, rookie, I'm just waiting for you to score." Michael still looked so indifferent.

But his eyes were full of disdain.

Ray Allen was silent.

You can only serve the bottom ball.

Since the time is almost up.

Garnett could only hurriedly throw the ball, and the ball did not go in and the Bulls grabbed the rebound.

Offensive and defensive castling.

Jordan again singled Ray Allen, the same turnaround jumper, hit.

In this way, Jordan succeeded in singleing Ray Allen three times in a row, completely breaking him.

And defensively, Jordan is even more at a loss for Ray Allen.

Old Tang called a timeout.

It's only the first three minutes.

The Bulls lead 11-4.

The first update arrived

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