At this time, with the referee's whistle, the end of the quarter began.

On the TNT commentary bench, Robert Giddah said: "Both sides sent all the starters, and the first shot of the final quarter was attacked by the Bulls. ”

Ringer Wilson went on to say, "The Bulls didn't press full-court, they pressed half-court. ”

Squeak Squeak......

In the middle, after John Paxson pushed the ball across the halfway line, the sound of shoe rubbing on the court quickly intensified.

As soon as Zhou Quan crossed the middle line, the speed of retreat immediately slowed down, and he still retreated in small steps, suppressing the opponent's advancing speed.

His attention was highly focused, he leaned down, and his sharp and determined eyes were firmly fixed on Paxson in front of him, like a jaguar that could pounce at any moment, full of oppressive force.

"Bang...... Bang......"

Paxson, who controlled the ball, was nervous, like a tightrope, and while guarding against Zhou Quan's steal, he also had to observe the situation on the court, ready to play the ball at any time, and felt a little too busy.

Zhou Quan used his spare eyes to observe the basketball that kept bouncing and falling, he was catching the rhythm of the opponent's dribbling, and then used harassment actions from time to time to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, so that the opponent was in a very awkward rhythm, so as to look for opportunities to break the ball.

Three more small steps forward, a little more than a meter, Paxson was very uncomfortable, every time he dribbled forward, the iron fist would interfere with him, either with his knees against him, or with hand movements,

"It's now."

When the ball bounced off the floor again and was held down by Paxson's palm, the level 96 nerve reaction speed allowed Zhou Quan to react the fastest, and the whole person squatted down slightly.

The next moment, Paxson's right hand pressed the ball down again, and the ball left his palm.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the sharp sound of sneaker rubbing sounded at Zhou Quan's feet.

"Smack!"

He pounced forward like a swift leopard, his upper body leaned forward, his right foot took a big step forward extremely quickly, and his right hand stabbed forward with precision, and when he stabbed the ball away, his strong body knocked Paxson away in an instant.

"Steal!"

On the TNT commentary seat, Robert Giddah suddenly screamed as if he was nervous.

"Squeak!"

On the right wing, when he saw Zhou Quan's steal action, Jordan turned around and defended as soon as he didn't care whether the steal was unsuccessful or not.

But his position to defend is on the three-point line, and Zhou Quan's steal position is two steps away from the top of the arc, closer than three steps forward than him, and the distance will be farther from the wing back to the center, with a Joe Dumas in between.

Joe Dumas was also very quick to react, his defensive position was between Jordan and Zhou Quan, where he could cut off the passing lanes between Paxson and Jordan, and his fast down was only half a beat slower than Jordan's.

At this time, Zhou Quan had already controlled the ball and began to quickly descend from the middle and rush to the front.

Jordan ran desperately while changing direction to the right, overtaking Joe Dumas at the halfway line, crossing the first hurdle and keeping his opponent at bay, then continued to accelerate and accelerate desperately.

When Jordan crossed the halfway line, Zhou Quan, who was definitely slower, had already crossed the halfway line and rushed to the basket like a crazy pickup truck.

"Michael, hat him!"

Countless Bulls fans roared and buzzed wildly, and the noise from the United Center made the entire arena tremble.

"Can you catch up?"

On the TNT commentary bench, Ringer Wilson shouted expectantly.

Jordan chased after the left elbow area, and when he saw the iron fist take off one step ago, he took a step forward and also leaped up,

His bounce speed was faster than Zhou Quan's, he jumped higher, his arms were longer, and in the air, his right hand quickly approached Zhou Quan's raised right hand, close to the basketball he wanted to fly.

"Click, click, click......"

At this moment, in the media seat behind the bottom line, all the cameras are flashing wildly.

All the reporters were very excited, and they wanted to capture the image of Jordan successfully chasing the hat and riding the Savior alone, and it must be the most exciting moment.

"Jordan."

At this moment, Zhou Quan, who was about to chop with an axe, felt the explosive oppressive force from behind, and he quickly contracted his waist and abdomen.

The next moment, with an axe, the right hand holding the ball seemed to break free from the cage, instantly widened the distance between it and Jordan's right hand, and frantically slashed on the basket.

"Bang!"

The sound of exploding baskets roared.

“……”

The boiling joint center fell silent for an instant, and the decibel fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley in free fall.

"Oh Roar Roar Roar ......"

Rodman on the court, the assassins on the bench, etc., and the 2,000 Pistons fans raised their arms and shouted excitedly.

"Damn it!"

It was only a little bit off the ball, and it was really only one centimeter at most, and Jordan, who was extremely regretful, couldn't help but scold hatefully.

"I was just a little bit close to capping him in the first quarter." Pippen, who caught up, said to Jordan.

"Congratulations, Mr. Michael Jordan, you almost snapped me up."

It just so happened that Zhou Quan heard this, and immediately put an angelic smile on his face and sprayed a trash word at Jordan.

Jordan's face was flushed with anger, and he glared at Pippen with murderous eyes, you idiot, you actually handed him a knife, do you want to see him humiliate me?

Glared at, Pippen quickly closed his mouth.

75:67, the Pistons led by eight points, and the Bulls attacked.

On the right wing, Jordan personally held the ball, depriving Paxson of the duty of carrying the ball across the frontcourt.

"Boy, there's a kind of come to guard against me." He spewed at Zhou Quan in the middle lane.

Zhou Quan smiled and said: "Old boy, can you replace me with a blocker, this won't be?" ”

"Humph!"

Jordan snorted angrily, he really came over.

His idea was to blow the core and leader of the Pistons with his own hands, thereby demoralizing the Pistons.

And he hates Zhou Quan deeply, and being able to personally beat the most hated person is what he is most willing to do.

He took Joe Dumas to the top of the arc and played a pick-and-roll with John Paxson.

After dismantling, he moved behind John Paxson with the ball and finally played against Zhou Quan.

Anti-burst but not anti-throwing.

On the three-point line, this is the basic strategy of Zhou Quan to defend Jordan.

If Jordan's three-point shot is smooth, he can also shoot dead, but he generally doesn't shoot three-pointers, and three-point is not popular in the league in this era, and the three-point proportion is quite small, which is why he is so defensive.

"Squeak!"

Jordan broke through with his feet, and there was no tentative step, because Joe Dumas was next to him, and there was no time to make a feint, and after the ball was pulled to his left hand, he immediately burst from the left side.

Zhou Quan's reaction was too fast, after all, the nerve reaction speed of level 96, this reaction speed, the start of the 100-meter race is enough.

"Not good!"

But just as he was retreating, Jordan stopped sharply and then retracted.

The next moment, Michael Jordan glanced disdainfully at Zhou Quan, who had lost his balance and was almost shaken by him, and then calmly jumped outside the three-point line at the top of the arc.

"Smack!"

Just as the ball was shot, Jo Dumas, who had bypassed Paxson, jumped up from the right and slapped the ball off the left touchline.

"Alas!"

Seeing Jordan being fanned, a sigh rang out from the United Center.

was fanned, Jordan couldn't help but glance at Joe Dumas, this guy didn't attack well, and the defense was still good.

"Joe, I have to thank you for ruining his show on my head." Zhou Quan smiled.

"Haha......" Jo Dumas laughed.

"Humph!"

Jordan snorted.

"It's a shame that this ball is hit, and if it hits, the iron fist will become a backdrop." On the TNT commentary bench, Ringer Wilson sighed regretfully.

Robert Giddah nodded and smiled: "It's like the background board when Michael Jordan became an iron fist dunk just now." ”

"Haha......"

When he said this, he burst out laughing, and Ringer Wilson couldn't help but laugh helplessly.

The bulls regrouped and attacked again.

Zhou Quan still took the initiative to defend against John Paxson, and he didn't have a hot brain to defend against Jordan.

In terms of height, he is ten centimeters behind Jordan, and the gap is even greater after his arm span, and Joe Dumas should be a little better than him in defending Jordan.

But he is not afraid of Jordan, because in terms of confrontation, he is far superior to Joe Dumas.

On the left wing, Jordan came out from below to catch the ball, and after running out of time, he forced Joe Dumas to take two steps and make a one-step pull-up jump shot from the three-point line.

"Bang!"

missed, the basketball smashed the basket and rebounded, and was caught by Rodman.

"Rodman played better today than in G1, defended hard, this was the eighth rebound, without his defense and rebounding, it would be difficult for the Pistons to lead today." Robert Giddah said.

On the right wing, before Zhou Quan received the ball, Jordan pressed to his side.

"Oh, the backcourt is pressing!"

Ringer Wilson shouted.

Zhou Quan stuck Jordan to catch the ball, and then immediately turned around and passed, switched to the left hand to control the ball, and the right elbow was stuck in the top position, stuck Jordan who followed up on the right side, and quickly pushed forward, faster and faster.

Jordan knew that he couldn't do it, so he quickly withdrew from the confrontation and let go of his pace to rush forward, trying to establish a defensive position in front first.

But Zhou Quan's reaction was super fast, when crossing the middle line, when Jordan overtook him, he suddenly changed direction to the left, and killed from behind Jordan to the middle, Jordan turned around and chased after him, and he was already one step behind.

Seeing Zhou Quan kill to the top of the arc, Pippen on the left wing had to come over to make up for the defense.

Phil Jackson has repeatedly told him not to wrap Zhou Quan on the outside, but now it's not a bag, Jordan has been abrupt, and he has to wipe Jordan's ass.

Pippen headed for the free-throw line, and Ulrich cut to the paint.

Zhou Quan reached the top of the arc and saw Pippen's defense and Ulrich's inward cut, but instead of passing, he accelerated to the free throw line again.

Jordan followed closely behind, chasing after Zhou Quan, only half a step away, with his left hand against the latter's back, but his defense was still clean and did not push people.

Pippen slapped his horse to the free throw line, and the next moment, Zhou Quan hit his shoulder, and with a bang, he snorted, leaned back, and slammed his back on the floor.

Zhou Quan's speed dropped sharply, but he exerted his strength again and forced a step into the free throw line.

As a point guard, the first thing is to read the Bulls' defensive tactics, and then play the corresponding offensive tactics according to the opponent's defensive tactics.

At this time, he knew that if he entered the paint area, he would definitely attract the bag, so he killed it headlong.

"Squeak!"

Taking advantage of Zhou Quan's slowdown, Michael Jordan rushed over a step, stopped and turned around, and finally blocked Zhou Quan's front.

At the same time, Cartwhite and Grant were also broken through by Zhou Quan's ball and forced to come out of the basket.

Zhou Quan was forced to stop by Jordan, put the ball together with both hands, got up and shook it up, and then Jordan flew up.

"Oops!"

As soon as Jordan flew up, he secretly said that it was not good.

At this moment, Zhou Quan closed his body and stuffed the ball forward with one hand very quickly, the ball passed through Jordan's right side, smashed between Cartwhite's feet behind him, and bounced up.

The next moment, Ulrich clinged to the baseline and cut right into the paint, from behind Carter White to the basket.

"It's coming!"

An orange basketball suddenly bounced into his eyes from the floor, and he immediately clasped his hands together and caught the ball between his chests.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, his body burst up, and he smashed the ball with both hands, blasting the Bulls' basket.

"Ahh

The 2,000 away fans instantly raised their arms and cheered.

"Xiao Zhou's ball is so beautiful!"

Zhang Lili's home, he praised: "Holding the ball into the penalty area, one person attracted the defense of four people, and the inside cut of teammates was also very timely.

The point was that he was too calm, shaking Jordan with a feint before passing the ball. And his pass was too accurate, passing through the blockade of the three people in front of him and straight into the hands of his teammates. Wonderful Story, real Wonderful Story! ”

On the TNT commentary bench, Robert Giddah said excitedly: "For Iron Fist, it's his basic operation, and he's good at passing the ball in the crowd. ”

Ringer Wilson nodded: "But if the state is not good, there will be many mistakes." ”

Robert Giddah laughed: "But now he's in good shape. It can be said that this ball was the result that he alone blew up the entire Bulls' defense, and Ulrich's final dunk was just a natural result. ”

The game was played in the ninth minute of the final quarter, with more than two minutes left, and the Bulls were already trailing by 11 points.

Jordan repeatedly played Zhou Quan through blocking and dismantling in the last quarter, and the effect was not bad, 4 of 8 shots, after the first ball of the final quarter was capped, and 4 of the next 7 shots, the shooting rate was much better than the first three quarters, plus two free throws, and 10 points were scored in a single quarter.

On the defensive end, he defended Zhou Quan closely, so that Zhou Quan could no longer break through smoothly.

But Zhou Quan and Joe Dumas can basically solve this problem with blocking and pick-and-roll, and he can still break through whether Jordan changes defenses or not.

He constantly broke through with the ball, constantly attacked the Bulls' restricted area, and in the first nine minutes, he handed out 5 assists, and his form was even better than Jordan's.

It's his hot form that allows the Pistons to further widen the difference.

When the Bulls attacked, Phil Jackson called a timeout to set up offensive tactics for Jordan while changing defensive tactics.

"Our defensive tactics against Iron Fist in the final quarter were a failure, and we couldn't prevent Michael from breaking through," he said. ”

The muscles in Jordan's head were beating constantly, and he was annoyed.

His speed is a little faster than Zhou Quan, and his strength and confrontation ability are not inferior to Zhou Quan, his defensive skills are top, and the effect of defending Zhou Quan in the regular season and G1 battles is also very good, but his effect in defending Zhou Quan in the last quarter is not very good.

Phil Jackson stared at Jordan and analyzed him: "Michael, Iron Fist is a very calm opponent, he is very smart and very calm, in the face of your defense, he will use blocking and dismantling to get rid of you, and will use a variety of breakthrough techniques to break you and make you unguardable."

And you have to notice that his reaction speed is very fast, definitely not slower than you, and you must not underestimate him as a person. ”

"I didn't underestimate him." Jordan said through gritted teeth.

Phil Jackson nodded: "I don't need you to steal his ball, I just need you to step up the confrontation, block his right hand, force him on the left wing, and then you and Pippen will use the outside to wrap him on the left wing." ”

"Outside Wrap?"

Jordan was shocked, a rookie, has it reached this point?

Pippen chimed in: "Phil, he's a dangerous passer, do we really have to wrap him up on the outside? Didn't you say you didn't need to wrap him outside the bread? ”

Phil Jackson shook his head and said, "It was before, and now is now, and we need to be flexible in adopting tactics that suit the current situation." ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help scratching his head, a little embarrassed, because his on-the-spot command ability was really not good.

Then he added: "You remember, Ulrich's mid-range shot, he's better at hitting in and dunking, and when you're on the left wing, Carter White or Grant have to pay attention to Ulrich's inside cut, and if he makes a mid-range shot, the shooting percentage isn't going to be very high, at least it's a lot less threatening than letting the Tekken go in, and our offense can handle that threat." ”

Jordan and Pippen nodded.

Phil Jackson advised: "Iron Fist's passing is very weird, passing the ball in the gap, often passing through the crotch ball, which makes people unguardable, pay attention." ”

Then the timeout ended, the game restarted, and the Bulls served on the sideline.

"Brush!"

Jordan hit a three-pointer at a critical moment in the face of Zhou Quan's defense.

Zhou Quan was nervous, and he actually began to chase points with three balls, and if he hit, Michael Jordan was even more difficult to defend, and he couldn't help but cheer up two hundred percent.

(End of chapter)