"Iron Fist, it's unbelievable that the Bull actually wrapped you on the outside today." Jo Dumas said.

"After scoring six points in a row in the opening game, Phil Jackson immediately adjusted his tactics to defend him and began to wrap him on the outside, and this adjustment was really in place." Chuck Daly said.

"Coach, is there no way to solve their bag?" Zhou Quan asked.

Chuck Daley shook his head and said, "No matter who you switch defenses with, it's either Pippen or Jordan, the Bulls' point guard is responsible for helping you defend you, unless you can get rid of Jordan without blocking." ”

Zhou Quan thought for a while and said, "Then I'll try it in the third quarter." ”

But he doesn't have any confidence at all, and now he can use a mid-range pull-up jump shot, and there are no other tricks.

The toss reached the 90 level, but it was an offensive technique from close range, and the closer you got to the basket, the more pressure the defense became, and the efficiency was not high.

Jordan is proficient in all eighteen weapons in his arsenal, so his shooting percentage in the last two minutes is only 30%, and even 30% in the past two seasons.

Jo Dumas calmly analyzed: "With Jordan's ability, you don't have to block and dismantle, even if you can play an offense, the efficiency will not be too high, which is not good for chasing points." ”

Zhou Quan nodded helplessly, he couldn't chase the score, so what did it mean with the difference of 18 points? Once Jordan is on offense, the point difference will only get bigger.

The assassin shook his head and said: "We don't have any inside line with good mid-range shooting ability, otherwise we can let the inside line come out to help you block and dismantle, so the quality of the block and dismantling will be higher, Jordan wants to keep up with you, and the Bulls want to wrap you on the outside, it will be much more difficult." ”

At this time, Chuck Daley clapped his hands, and after everyone looked over, he said: "Okay, now our lineup is seriously unorganized, everyone must be mentally prepared." ”

There were some sighs of disappointment in the locker room, among which was Zhou Quan, Daley's words, which undoubtedly prepared them to accept the defeat of the East Finals.

He was unwilling and fought to a 2-2 draw, obviously he had a chance, why did he fight like this when he turned his head and the G5 battle?

But there were also some relaxed voices, and not to mention the injured ones of Joe Dumas and John Sely, Mark Areghi breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Joe Dumas is injured, the assassins are not in good shape, if the team does not give up, he must go up, for him, with two championships in hand, it has long passed the desperate period, he does not want to be injured.

Chuck Daly was watching the locker room, and he was flanked by McCloskey and Troy Weaver, both watching the players.

Weaver, in particular, is about to take over the team, and the team needs to rebuild the roster around Zhou Quan, and he needs to determine who deserves to stay.

Daley said, "In the third quarter, Isaiah, I still want you to go up. ”

“OK。”

The assassin nodded heavily, and his resentment against Jordan made him still unwilling to lose, and his morale remained.

Daley added: "Now the personnel is seriously unorganized, we can only do our best, if the third quarter can't narrow the difference to less than 10 points, I will give up the game in the last quarter to prepare for the G6 game." ”

Trying to chase points in a situation of unorganized personnel, the first scorer Jo Dumas was also injured, which was almost impossible, and the atmosphere in the dressing room did not improve and fell into the lowest ebb.

Soon after, the third quarter began.

"Finals! Finals! Finals ......"

When the players from both sides played again, the United Center arena resounded with the unanimous shouts of countless Bulls fans.

Ringer Wilson laughed and said, "Although the game is not over yet, and the Eastern Conference Final is not over yet, the Bulls have almost booked a victory in the Eastern Conference Final."

Robert, ESPN did not adjust the prediction data of the two sides to win the championship, and it makes sense, and their professionalism is worthy of recognition. ”

Robert Giddah nodded: "The Pistons injured two big players in a row from training to game today, and the results of this round of the series are basically decided." ”

At the scene, players from both sides took to the field.

"Isaiah, 18 points, do you want to give up?"

Before entering the field, Zhou Quan turned around and looked at the assassin and asked.

"I don't give up in my dictionary."

Isaiah Thomas spoke disdainfully, and he asked rhetorically, "What about you?" Are you going to give up? ”

"Huh!"

Zhou Quan smiled lightly and said, "Me? If I get used to giving up, I won't be able to get here, I'm afraid I'll still stay in China.

Isaiah, send you a word, look down on life and death, and do it if you don't accept it. ”

The Assassin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Both Jordan and Pippen looked over in surprise, not knowing what they were laughing at.

"Flute!"

The referee blew the whistle and the Bulls attacked.

Jordan ran without the ball on the right wing, and the Bulls were still organized by Pippen, BJ advanced to the front court and handed over the ball, and then at the top of the arc to contain the response.

Zhou Quan stared at Jordan tightly, doing everything he could, and did his best to keep an eye on it.

At this time, he no longer wants to save physical energy for the last section, if this section can't be pulled back, then the last quarter is garbage time, what's the use of keeping physical energy?

Jordan continued to run, but still couldn't get rid of Zhou Quan smoothly, Grant saw this, and had to come out to cover, Jordan took the opportunity to run back.

Zhou Quan's vision was blocked by Grant, but not all of it, his full-level panoramic vision still captured part of Jordan's body, thus establishing a complete visual model of Jordan in his mind, and his anti-running movements were clear.

At this moment, he followed the rhythm, Jordan turned behind Grant, and he turned in front of Grant.

Jordan is outside, he's inside.

Jordan quickly reversed, bypassed Rodman from the outside, and changed direction near the baseline to cut into the paint.

He didn't have Zhou Quan's magical full-level panoramic vision, and he didn't notice at this time that on the other side of Rodman, the side near the paint area, Zhou Quan was keeping up with him.

Zhou Quan could actually get ahead of Jordan, he was closer to the paint area, and the rhythm also followed, but no, he slowed down his movement.

He didn't stare at Jordan either, his gaze looked at the baseline, swinging slightly, and the afterglow of his left eye pulled the left wing into view, giving an unobstructed view of Pippen's movements and positions as he attacked with the ball.

But on the surface, he did not observe the left wing.

At this time, Pippen had already held the ball into the left waist position, saw Jordan's running, and also saw that Zhou Quan did not cut off the passing line, and even noticed that Zhou Quan's eyes were not on his side, so he immediately passed the ball horizontally.

In the next moment, as soon as his ball left his hand, and before he could even completely leave his hand, Zhou Quan quickly stepped in and blocked in front of Jordan.

"Oops!"

Seeing Zhou Quan's insertion, Pippen was startled, but the ball had already been shot.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Jordan hit his head behind Zhou Quan's back.

"Smack!"

At the same time, Zhou Quan received the ball with both hands and was knocked forward and stumbled forward.

"Oh shit, the ball is broken!" A commentator at the scene shouted in surprise.

"Stop him!" Another narrator said loudly.

"Squeak!"

At the top of the arc, the assassin desperately turned around and started to make a quick move.

The force was too strong, causing instant pain in several places on his body, his waist, knees, and the left ankle that made him lose the chance of a three-peat.

But he can't care about it, at most he will retire after this game, and he wants to play this game as if it were the last game of his career.

He kicked the ground with all his might, accelerated and accelerated, and rumbled into the front like an old pickup truck with black smoke from behind his butt.

"Whoosh!"

With his left elbow blocking Jordan, Zhou Quan passed the ball with one hand, and the orange basketball flew like a beautiful rainbow in front of the assassin.

"Smack!"

The basketball fell, just in time for the assassin to catch it, and by this time BJ had been dumped by him, and he went headlong into the paint area.

"Brush!"

Layup, hit.

"Oh!"

Two thousand away fans cheered in unison at this moment.

On the other hand, on the Pistons bench, the reaction was not as excited as the fans, and their morale had actually been shattered.

"Beautiful!"

Robert Giddah, who was looking at the screen with his mouth open, shouted excitedly at this moment, "Iron Fist This should be the second time to cut off Pippen's pass to Jordan, will he explode on the defensive end?" ”

"No way, the morale of the Pistons has been shattered by Michael." Ringer Wilson shook his head.

"No, there are still people whose morale has not collapsed." Robert Giddah shook his head.

"We're going to give one back! Crush them! If you don't want to fight hard, I'll be killed right away. On the field, Jordan shouted.

With years of accumulated qualifications, he is the king of the Bulls, and the stern reprimand made the nerves of all the players on the Bulls immediately tense.

Especially BJ, who was chased by the assassin, heard Jordan's words at this time, and couldn't help shrinking his neck, feeling a chill in his stamina.

Zhou Quan watched from the sidelines, learning how to lead a team.

At present, his strength and qualifications are not enough, and he hopes that in the future, he can be like Jordan, and his control of the team can reach the realm of a king.

The Bulls attacked, BJ nervously held the ball and advanced in the backcourt, and the assassin in front leaned down, concentrated and defended and retreated.

Two steps away on the right, Zhou Quan suddenly moved a step towards BJ.

This was his intention to put pressure on BJ, and he could see that BJ was nervous because of Jordan's rebuke.

His movements immediately distracted BJ, and the Assassin's years of experience made him keenly seize the opportunity of BJ's distraction and suddenly grab the ball.

"Smack!"

The ball was knocked off and rolled to Zhou Quan and Jordan.

As a defender, Zhou Quan's position is closer to the middle, and he wants to cut off Jordan's passing and receiving routes with the middle, at this moment, he reacted, took a step, and pounced on the basketball.

"Shet!"

Jordan chased after him, but was a beat slower.

"Oh, the assassin broke the ball, Iron Fist grabbed the ball, and counterattacked!" Reacting quickly, Robert Giddah suddenly roared.

"Oo......oo

The 2,000 away fans cheered and cheered for Zhou Quan, who was fast with the ball.

Holding the ball to take a step outside the left waist position, Zhou Quan felt a lot of pressure behind him, knowing that Jordan was chasing behind, and he didn't want to eat his hat, at this time he saw that the assassin was rushing in from the top of the arc, and immediately made an emergency stop.

"Pull-up jump shot!"

Jordan also braked immediately, crouched, and then flew up when Zhou Quan lifted the ball.

"Oops!"

When he got up, he didn't see Zhou Quan jump, so he knew that he was in trouble.

"Bang!"

Zhou Quan collected the ball and threw it to the floor, and the basketball bounced off the ground and crashed into the hands of the assassin.

The next moment, the Assassin jumped to the basket and hit an easy shot.

"Beautiful! Pretty! ”

Robert Giddah roared, "The assassin steals, the iron fist passes, the assassins make a successful layup again, and now they have two consecutive shots, two defensive counterattacks, and four points in a row......"

Ringer Wilson said: "At 39:53, the Bulls are still leading by 14 points, and the difference is huge, so there is no need to be impatient.

But Jordan needs to step up and interrupt the Pistons' pursuit of points with goals, and as a team leader, he can't sit back and watch his opponent chase points. ”

On the field, Jordan's eyes were cold, staring at BJ like a grim reaper, pointing to his eyes, and squirting at him:

"Look at me, you fool, do you still want to fight? You idiot, you let an old and injured guy break the ball, do you know what you're doing? ”

BJ was so scolded that he trembled and didn't dare to speak.

"Isaiah, keep an eye on him, he's too nervous, he'll make mistakes." At this time, Zhou Quan approached the assassin and whispered.

The assassin nodded slightly, he was gasping for breath, pain in several places on his body, and did not speak.

The Bulls attacked, Jordan didn't give the Assassins another chance to steal BJ, took over the ball in the backcourt, and personally advanced with the ball.

He wants to play one, stop the Pistons' wave of chasing points, and re-kill the opponent.

But as soon as he received the ball and pushed it further, Zhou Quan began to press, and with Zhou Quan's 95-level single defense ability, he couldn't move forward smoothly.

He had no choice but to use his left elbow to resist Zhou Quan and dribble with his right hand while forcing his way forward while observing the position of his teammates and looking for passing opportunities.

Zhou Quan moved here, and the assassin's side also moved, locking BJ's receiving angle.

"The whole audience is pressing!" Robert Giddah yelled excitedly.

At this moment, Jordan suddenly turned around and passed, Zhou Quan moved quickly, but this was a feint, he suddenly turned around again, broke Zhou Quan from the right sideline, and entered the front court.

"Pressing fails." Ringer Wilson shouted excitedly.

On the right-wing three-point line, Zhou Quan caught up with Jordan again, Jordan pressed his left elbow against his chest, and continued to force a strong force inside, and the confrontation between the two was raised to the highest level of hand-to-hand combat.

With a pain in his chest, Zhou Quan gritted his teeth and held on, and with his strength, he withstood the opponent's strong burst and made Jordan stop.

But just then, Jordan turned, leaned back on the dribble, then turned around again and made a step-back jumper.

"I still can't prevent it."

Although Zhou Quan reacted quickly and jumped with all his strength to block it, although he couldn't block a backward jumper of this level, he had a feeling that he was out of reach when he saw the basketball flying out of Jordan's hands.

"Entered?"

He looked back and saw the basketball in the basket.

"Bang!"

But in the next moment, the sound of smashing the basket sounded, and the basketball suddenly popped out of the basket.

"Didn't hit?"

At this moment, he immediately started with his strength and rushed from Jordan's side to the frontcourt.

He didn't care about rebounding, that's Rodman's job, and if he couldn't even protect the backcourt rebound at this critical moment, he would be disappointed in Rodman.

Jordan was a beat slower, he had a habit of rushing to grab rebounds, and when he turned around to chase Zhou Quan, he started behind and was already two steps slower.

At this time, Rodman did not disappoint Zhou Quan, grabbed the rebound, and saw that Zhou Quan was fast, and hurriedly threw it out.

Zhou Quan received the ball and immediately crossed the midline and went straight to the Bulls' basket.

Jordan chased desperately behind, and when Zhou Quan held the ball to the left elbow area, he had already caught up with a step, just on the right side after Zhou Quan's step, within reach, and his left hand could touch the jersey.

"Buckle one!"

Zhou Quan had already grasped the ball in his hand, and after two steps, he struggled to get up.

"Not enough, almost!"

Almost at the same time, Jordan was also flying up from behind the right, but he tried to stretch his arms, but he still couldn't reach the basketball that Zhou Quan held high in his left hand.

"Bang!"

The violent sound of the basket was exploded, and the bull's basket was exploded in an instant.

"Woo!"

The two thousand Pistons fans instantly raised their arms and shouted wildly.

On the Pistons bench, the players whose morale was broken also stood up at this time and began to cheer for their teammates on the court, and their morale began to reunite and began to climb from the bottom.

On the TNT commentary seat, Robert Giddah roared excitedly: "Pistons! Piston! The Pistons made three successful counterattacks, Phil Jackson had called a timeout, and they stopped the Bulls, and they chased six straight points......"

"At 41:53, the Bulls still have a 12-point lead, and the advantage is still very obvious." Ringer Wilson said.

Sitting back on the bench, Zhou Quan gasped for breath and took a few breaths before taking a drink of energy drink handed over by Darnell Walker.

"Well done!"

Chuck Daly happily complimented.

The outcome of this game is no longer in his eyes, what he cares about is that when the team has lost the main force and fallen behind by a large score, the former core and the current core have not lost their fighting spirit, and even still maintain a strong fighting spirit, which is what he is most happy about, and it is also the thing he wants to see the most, because this represents hope.

Off the Bulls bench, Phil Jackson emphasized the player's ability to focus on the game, and he believes there is no problem with the tactics.

After a timeout, the Bulls attacked.

"Bang!"

Seeing that the iron fist was stalking Jordan, Pippen threw one himself and missed.

"Mine!"

Rodman rose up and grabbed the rebound again.

Zhou Quan immediately came over to take the ball and pushed forward quickly.

The main force of the Piston is not in order, he wants to play fast, win in the fire, and win in chaos.

At this point, the Assassin ran as fast as he could, down the middle of the field, and rushed into the paint area to lead BJ by two meters, turning his head from time to time to look behind.

Zhou Quan rushed to the middle line with the ball and was stuck by Jordan.

At this point, he suddenly made a sharp stop, and then Jordan pulled the ball up, and the moment he closed the ball with both hands, he saw that the assassin had rushed into the penalty area.

"Whoosh!"

With both hands, the ball flew to the rebound.

The Assassin who turned his head to observe saw it and quickly jumped to his feet.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the basketball bounced off the board and landed in the hands of the Assassin, who sent the ball to the basket, and the basketball fell through the basket.

"Oh roar!"

The Pistons fans and the bench shouted again, and their morale went up again.

Robert Giddah roared excitedly: "Another counterattack!" Another layup scored! The Assassins have scored 6 points in a row, and now the Pistons only have 10 points left, only 10 points, and the Pistons have chased 8 points in a row, and they have played a wave of 8:0 attacks......"

Jordan stood cross-legged at the free-throw line to catch his breath and give up eight straight points, something he hadn't thought of at the start of the third quarter, but now it's happening.

Lose this game?

No, he never thought of it that way.

"Crush them!"

For the pistons, for the assassins, for Zhou Quan, he has a bitter hatred, at this moment, he only has this one thought.

“MJ！ MJ！ MJ……”

At this time, in the United Center, someone began to chant his name.

“MJ！ MJ！ MJ……

Soon, countless bulls began to respond, and his name, within three seconds, formed a hurricane that swept the whole field.

In the shouts of the fans, he did not disappoint them, personally held the ball to the frontcourt, and then against Zhou Quan's defense, he hit a ball with a gorgeous turn and backward jumper, and ended the Pistons' wave of chasing points with his own hands.

"Brush!"

When the crisp sound of brushing the basket sounded, the entire United Center resounded with a mountain of cheers, and 20,000 Bulls fans stood up in unison, raising their arms and cheering.

"Defend! Defending ......"

But instead of falling into a frenzy, he clenched his fists and yelled at his teammates.

Next, under the leadership of Jordan, the Bulls played an iron bucket-like outside defense, causing one mistake each for the Assassin and Zhou Quan, and then played a series of sharp counterattacks to widen the gap again.

After a wave of force, the assassin's body was in pain, and his heart was in pain, but he could only watch Michael Jordan, the bastard, show off his might on his head.

Although Zhou Quan very much wants to ride the savior alone and turn the tide, he really doesn't have that ability yet, and can only watch the team slide into the abyss of defeat step by step.

It's just that neither of them gave up, played until the last second, and were still trying to chase points.

Their persistence also received a burst of very warm applause and cheers from 2,000 Pistons fans.

In the end, at 81:97, the Pistons did not complete the comeback, losing the most critical G5 battle at the Union Center, allowing the Bulls to get the Eastern Conference Finals point.

(End of chapter)