Zhou Quan looked at the content of the task carefully, and couldn't help but complain secretly, isn't this just what makes me angry with Carl Malone, and then wait to be elbowed by him?

He could see clearly that Thomas burst into the basket from his right elbow after taking the pick-and-roll, flashed past Mark Eaton, and made a layup on the right side of the basket, and as he jumped into the air, the postman jumped from the left side of the basket and knocked the former over with the tip of his right elbow.

The postman definitely did it on purpose, his bones were hard, but if he had an elbow on his face, he would probably have to lie down bleeding profusely, and maybe 47 stitches.

"Joe, what is Dr. Iron Elbow's maximum bench press?" He asked, turning around.

"Like, 230 kilograms." Jo Dumas said.

He smacked his mouth, 230 kilograms, at least two or three hundred pounds of striking power per elbow, plus the hardness of the big bone at the tip of the elbow, the elbow of Dr. Iron Elbow is not easy to carry!

Anyway, there is no punishment for failing the mission, so why don't you take risks?

At eight o'clock, the game began.

Jumping ball, the 224-centimeter Mark Eaton took the lead in clearing the ball away, and the Jazz attacked.

The midline, like a wall, with its broad shoulders, got in front of Stockton.

John Stockton is 182 centimeters tall and weighs only 77 kilograms, definitely less than 80 kilograms, one of the best point guards of this era, he can play not by talent, because he has no talent, he relies on perseverance, brains, effort, skill, and dirty.

Seeing Zhou Quan in front, he immediately changed direction and broke through from the right side.

Zhou Quan was about to retreat when he suddenly noticed that his left foot had been stepped on, and then an elbow hit his left arm.

The next moment, Stockton burst past him on his left side.

"It's dirty!"

He let out a secret sigh and quickly turned around and chased after him.

Stockton hit the top of the arc, the Pistons quickly shrunk, and he turned left and right in the crowd, attracted the goalkeeper, and then distributed the ball to the postman on the left wing.

After receiving the ball, the Postman took advantage of the ball and elbowed Orlando Ulrich to scare him back before making a jumper.

"Brush!"

The water splashed and the two hits.

Pistons offense.

Zhou Quan advanced with the ball, and after crossing the halfway line, Stockton blocked in front.

"Bang!"

He immediately changed direction and exerted force, and the acceleration stride of the 90 level passed the person, and the retreating Stockton was directly knocked over, and slipped on the floor for more than two meters.

It was the home stadium and the referee's whistle didn't go off, he sprinted past Stockton and into the top of the arc and into the box.

Postman Malone blocked the front with a cold face, and Zhou Quan calmly stopped the jump shot at the free throw line and threw the ball with one hand.

"Throw!"

The on-site commentator, bearded John Loewes, shouted.

"Pass."

Another commentator, the glasses man, Rylle Lance, shouted almost at the same time.

By the time the Postman stepped up, Pistons forward Orlando Ulrich was empty.

Although he is 206 cm tall, he is best at playing a small forward, with thick legs and a thin upper body.

Although it was empty, the mammoth giant Mark Eaton sat under the basket, and the giant beast, although old, was still a cap machine, so he didn't get into the basket, so he lay in ambush on the right wing and waited for an opportunity.

When the opportunity came, he saw the iron fist stop suddenly, and hurriedly rushed to the basket, and after the first step, he saw the ball coming.

Zhou Quan understands Ulrich's offensive style, which is not a throw but a pass, and calculates the amount of advance, giving a one-meter air pass to the right side of the basket, and when the ball arrives, Ulrich takes off.

"Smack!"

Ulrich received the ball with both hands and smashed it towards the basket.

Mark Eaton under the basket also thought it was a throw, but when he saw that the angle was wrong, after reacting, he immediately adjusted his feet, and then jumped up and blocked with his feet.

"Bang!"

It was still too late, and Urilc smashed the ball with both hands, pressed Mark Eaton's left hand and smashed the ball into the basket.

"Oh roar!"

The palace of Auburn Hills suddenly cheered like thunder.

"Yikes!"

The commentator, bearded John Lowes, shouted excitedly and roared: "A wonderful air catch, very good cooperation!"

I thought it was a throw, but no, our rookie was as calm as Isaiah Thomas, and he deserved our expectations. ”

On the free throw line, Zhou Quan was standing there, and Stockton had just gotten up at his feet when Karl Malone ran over.

He used his spare eyes to observe the postman running by, this kind of unscrupulous superstar, who can do anything on the field, he must be careful and careful, if the postman gives him an elbow, it will be a big loss.

Stockton received the ball and pushed it across the halfway line, and Zhou Quan met it, blocking the left side and driving the former to the right wing.

At this time, quarterback Jeff Malone stood on the left side of Zhou Quan, and Stockton immediately borrowed the block and broke through from the right side.

"Bang!"

Under Zhou Quan's strength, he squeezed away Jeff Malone with brute force and caught up with Stockton, which can be regarded as breaking the Jazz's blocking and dismantling tactics.

Jeff Malone has a tonnage of 93 kilograms, but his height is 193 centimeters, and his muscle content is not as good as Zhou Quan's, so his strength is not as good.

Zhou Quan stuck to Stockton's left side, squeezing it out with his body, while his long arm suddenly reached out from behind to poke the ball.

Stockton was only 77 kilograms, and the tonnage difference of 18 kilograms was so bad that he couldn't carry it at all, and he was squeezed into a mess under his feet and messed up in his hands.

"Beautiful! Iron fist stabbed the ball. ”

The bearded narrator, John Lowes, let out a loud shout.

"Smack!"

Jo Dumas pounced, took the opportunity to get the ball, and then hit the counter-attack to end up with a goal.

"John, watch out for that rookie."

Ma Long, the postman who returned to the backcourt, came over to talk to Stockton, glanced at Zhou Quan, and then ran to the frontcourt.

In the Jazz frontcourt, Zhou Quan once again blocked in front of Stockton, who was greatly pulled to the left wing, and the former followed, still blocking the front.

This time, it wasn't Jeff Malone who did the pick-and-roll, it was Postman Carl Malone who came out of it to do the pick-and-roll for Stockton.

"Haha, none of the three outside lines of the Jazz can compete with the strength of the iron fist, and the blocking and dismantling effect is not good, so the postman can only go up in person."

The bearded commentator, John Lowes, laughed.

"Small forward Edwards only has a tonnage of 91 kilograms, which is not as good as Jeff Malone." Glasses man Rynger Lance added.

Stockton entered the left wing by blocking and dismantling, the postman was too big, Zhou Quan was too slow to get around, and Ulrich immediately changed defenses.

The postman followed up a few steps before picking up the pass from mid-range, jumped out and raised the ball with both hands, and raised the tip of his left elbow upward.

Zhou Quan has to study the information of his opponent before every battle, and a villain superstar like the Postman has studied a lot in particular, and he has long been mentally prepared to understand his habit of using his elbow to open the way.

After taking off, he didn't intend to cover it at all, but crossed his arms to protect his chest, making a cross to prevent unloading, and the postman picked it up with an elbow, just on the cross, and the moment he was picked, he pressed down with all his might.