Michael Jordan looked at Francis, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

He likes to see his opponents get caught up in his own trash talk.

After a certain amount of sanity, it will become much easier to deal with.

Francis holds the ball, suddenly picks up speed, and breaks down to the right.

Michael Jordan hurriedly chased after him, blocking the position with his body and not giving Francis the space to successfully break through the past.

Francis felt the power coming from Michael Jordan and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Then the calf muscles tensed and strained violently.

Turn around and jump, step back jumper!

Barkley couldn't help but exclaim on the sidelines: "Francis! He's trying to replicate Michael Jordan's step-back jumper just now! ”

The basketball made a beautiful arc in the air and flew straight towards the basket.

"Bang dang!"

The basketball smashed out of the basket, Da Yao took advantage of the situation to protect the rebound, and then jumped up and dunked the ball in with one hand.

"It's a pity! Francis just wanted to return one with Michael Jordan's classic moves! It's a pity that it didn't score! The god of basketball is the god of basketball! Barkley said proudly, as if he was the one who was going to face Francis on the field.

Then he glanced at Smith, and his expression looked very shy.

Smith looked at Barkley's somewhat underwhelming expression, and was a little angry in his heart.

This is just the edge and you haven't won the bet yet!

It's like this now, if you really win, then what?!

Smith grabbed the microphone in front of him and said, "Barkley, you don't have to be too complacent!" Michael Jordan is strong, but he's old, and this matchup won't be decided until the second half! ”

Michael Jordan was even happier when he found out that Francis wanted to attack with his own tricks.

For five minutes, Michael Jordan kept up an efficient offense and kept trash talking about Francis.

Francis, who was sprayed on the head, was led by Michael Jordan by the nose like this, and only wanted to attack with Michael Jordan's tricks.

However, use other people's signature moves to attack, not to mention whether the technical moves are proficient or not. A lot of the time, the offensive intent will be detected by Michael Jordan more quickly.

All of a sudden, Francis's offensive efficiency was greatly reduced.

The score also came to 12-9 points, and the Rockets trailed by three points.

The data contrast between the two is even more obvious.

Michael Jordan had eight points, two assists and two rebounds.

Francis, on the other hand, had a measly 5 points, one rebound, and zero assists.

It can be said that in these five minutes, Francis lost. The loss was complete.

Han Ning raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and finally couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand to signal a pause.

"Beep!"

Francis walked off the field with his head bowed, sat on the bench, covered his head with a towel, and was very depressed.

"Francis, look up!" Han Ning looked at Francis and said in a deep voice.

Pulling the towel off his head, Francis raised his head to look at Han Ning with a guilty expression.

If it weren't for his bent desire to split the score with Michael Jordan, the Rockets wouldn't have fallen behind.

However, to everyone's surprise, Han Ning did not criticize Francis!

"Francis! You're the star of this team! It's the big boss of Team Rocket! Are you going to throw in the towel like this?! ”

Francis looked at Han Ning, with a hint of confusion and surprise in his eyes, and asked softly, "Boss....... Don't you blame me?! ”

Han Ning shook his head with a very serious expression and said, "Why should I blame you?!" Blame you for letting the score fall behind?! ”

The rest of the Rockets had their eyes on him.

Turning his head, he looked around, and swept his gaze over the face of each Rockets player.

Han Ning said in a deep voice: "Francis, and you, listen to me!" ”

"You are all players recognized by me Han Ning, you are no worse than anyone!"

"What's wrong with the god of basketball?! Won't the god of basketball be allowed to be beaten?! ”

"I tell you Francis, if you coax today! Don't dare to share the victory with Michael Jordan! Then you don't deserve to be the boss of Team Rocket! ”

Francis pursed his lips after hearing Han Ning's words, and his heartbeat became faster and faster.

He could understand that Han Ning not only didn't blame him, but also wanted him to continue the duel with Michael Jordan and win!

"But the boss........ I just played badly. Francis said with some embarrassment.

After the body began to bumper, Michael Jordan, although his speed has slowed down, but his strength has also increased a lot.

For Francis, who is also physically strong, it is equivalent to the lack of an advantage in strength.

At the same time, Michael Jordan also has a better height and reach than him, which makes him subject to more interference when shooting.

The only thing that can take advantage is speed!

In such a situation, it is indeed difficult for Francis to win the duel.

However, Han Ning smiled slightly, hugged his arms and whispered, "What are you afraid of!" If you can't score once, hit twice! If you can't score twice, hit three times! ”

"Remember, you're all warriors! Warriors, it is not allowed to retreat! Warriors, keep moving forward! ”

"And don't forget, I'm still here!"

"Today, I'm going to make you Francis, a true god killer! Tell the world that Michael Jordan is old! It's our time! ”

After hearing Han Ning's words, not only Francis, but also the other Rocket players couldn't help but breathe quickly and became excited.

Become a godslayer and tell the world that this is our time!

On our own, we will end the last era with our own hands!

Han Ning observed the expressions on the faces of the players, and was very proud in his heart.

Joke!

I! Han Chicken Soup Master Nin!

When did you lose when you were fed chicken soup?!

A bowl of chicken soup allows you to enjoy a super buff like chicken blood!

"Boss, what should I do!" Francis, who was full of determination at this time, asked in a deep voice.

A strange smile leaked from Han Ning's face, and he said softly, "Next, we won't play triangle tactics." Let's switch to shelling! ”

When the players of the Rocket team heard Han Ning's words, they suddenly realized.

That's right!

Michael Jordan is 39 years old!

If you fight a positional battle, you can indeed play well with the oil left in the tank.

But what if I bombard you?!

Can you still run?!

I can't get tired of you!

Sure enough, the boss is the boss!

In terms of this tactical ability, it is definitely the top in the league!