The timeout ends, and the Bulls attack.

Serving on the sideline in the front court, Jordan received the ball outside the three-point line on the right wing, and Joe Dumas hit a dry three-pointer against him, and the basketball flew to the basket.

"Brush!"

The basketball goes through the basket, and the water splashes instantly.

"Oh roar!"

Huge cheers immediately rang out at the United Center, and the excited Bulls seemed to see hope of a comeback.

"An unreasonable three-pointer, Jordan didn't turn off the fire at the critical moment, he hit a three-pointer." Lewis Williams said.

Bill Walton: "It's 105:99 with 59.5 seconds left and it took 1.5 seconds to attack. Jordan hit 50+ again. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but remind: "The Pistons must not forget that in the G1 game of last year's finals, in the face of the Trail Blazers, Jordan hit six three-pointers in the half and directly destroyed the Trail Blazers. ”

On the court, the Pistons attacked.

The Assassin held the ball and pushed unhurriedly in the backcourt.

"Push him!"

On the right flank, Jordan couldn't help it, and the one-finger assassin shouted.

"Here."

On the left flank, Zhou Quan retreated and shouted at the Assassin.

BJ rushes and the assassin passes.

Zhou Quan received the ball, turned around, burst Pippen, and went straight to the basket from the wing, although the speed could not reach the fastest speed due to physical reasons, but at this time everyone was tired, Pippen's speed was not as good as him, and he fell behind.

The Bulls hurriedly returned to the basket inside, and Zhou Quan slowed down, forcing Scott Williams to save, but at this moment, he changed direction and accelerated, smashed in from Williams, and met Grant under the basket is a small throw.

"Smack!"

Grant jumped to block, but the height was not enough, and hit Zhou Quan's right forearm holding the ball.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the basketball smashed into the basket, jumped, and fell into the basket again.

The referee's whistle did not blow, and at the critical moment, he handed over the game to the players themselves.

"Whew!"

Zhou Quan shook his fist and roared.

Although he was very tired, the excitement in his body was completely bursting, and it was this strong sense of excitement and the crazy secretion of adrenaline that made his state not decline due to physical strength, and remained above a very high level.

"After the timeout, he made three shots and three shots, scored seven points in a row, and Iron Fist scored 42 points, and he was in such a good state at a critical moment, who else said that he couldn't stand up at a critical moment? Now the score is 107:99, 8 minutes, and the clock has 48.2 seconds left. Bill Wharton said.

The Bulls wanted to play a fast break again, but this time Scott Williams, who served the ball, failed to serve quickly and was blocked by Secali.

The Pistons quickly returned to defense, BJ received the ball in the backcourt, and was immediately asked by Jordan.

Joe Dumas's physical fitness was no longer good, and Zhou Quan, who had already committed five fouls, didn't care about fouls, switched defenses with Joe Dumas, and returned to Jordan.

In the backcourt, close to the right touchline, Jordan held the ball and shook it, and then broke through to the sideline, and when Zhou Quan was keeping up, he suddenly turned around and rushed over from the inside.

"This guy, so fast!"

Zhou Quan immediately turned around to catch up, but Jordan was getting faster and faster, and he was still explosive at the last moment, and he couldn't catch up and fell behind.

Jordan hit the three-point line, stopped urgently, shook the ball up with both hands, and Zhou Quan chased the hat from behind and flew up directly.

The next moment, Jordan collected the ball and started again and made a three-point shot.

"Brush!"

The shot at the critical moment was extremely decisive and resolute, and Jordan's willpower was greatly demonstrated at this moment, and he hit a three-pointer again.

"Jordan scored 54 points, and after a timeout, he hit two three-pointers in a row." Lewis Williams said.

"Be careful, Jordan can shoot six threes in the half against the glider, and now he can also hit back-to-back threes in the head with an iron fist." Bill Wharton reminded again.

"107:102, 5 minutes, 37.5 seconds." Williams said again.

The Pistons had one more timeout, but Chuck Daley on the sidelines didn't bark.

"Give it to me."

Zhou Quan motioned to Rodman, who served the ball, to give the ball to himself, and then held the ball himself forward.

Jordan came up twice to press and wanted to speed up the tempo, but Zhou Quan responded calmly with excellent skills, and it took nearly six seconds to push the ball across the halfway line.

When it came to the frontcourt, Jordan didn't dare to force it at will, he was not very good at preventing Zhou Quan's breakthrough, and now if he was broken out again, it would be very fatal.

Zhou Quan dribbled outside the three-point line on the left wing, and when it was 18 seconds, he suddenly started to break through, dangled with one hand, and then turned around.

But at this moment, Jordan played his most brilliant defensive performance.

Accurately predicted, he kept up with Zhou Quan's breakthrough rhythm, and poked the ball away, and the two immediately scrambled together.

Zhou Quan was shorter, and once again took advantage of his precise strikes, and after a few times, he finally snatched the ball back, and then forced a jump shot.

"Bang!"

I almost got capped and missed.

"Mine!"

At the critical moment, Rodman rose up and grabbed this offensive rebound on the heads of Scott and Grant.

At the critical moment, the broken ball was snatched back again, and then the backcourt rebound was lost, at this moment, not only the fans lamented, but Jordan was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

"Smack!"

Zhou retreated outside the three-point line, received a pass from Rodman, and immediately shifted to the right wing with the ball.

Jordan desperately chased after him, trying to take foul tactics to get the ball back, and BJ and Pippen immediately joined in the siege of Zhou Quan.

"15 seconds, 12 seconds...... Got caught, and now there's still ...... 11.3 seconds. Bill Wharton counted the hours.

"With an iron fist that hits more than ninety percent of the free throws, with his current performance, there is a ninety percent chance of scoring these two free throws, which is a seven-point gap, and the Bulls are really difficult to chase." Williams said.

Zhou Quan walked to the free throw line, constantly shaking his hands and moving his wrists.

He took the ball thrown by the referee, dribbled it three times, exhaled, and threw the first shot at the rhythm of his free throws.

"Brush!"

Hollow into the basket, the United Center resounded with the cheers of Pistons fans.

The assassin and the others excitedly came up and high-fived Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan took the ball thrown by the referee again, glanced at Jordan, and smiled: "Flyer, I heard that you like to gamble, do you want to bet that I won't miss the second goal?" ”

Hearing the word "bet", Jordan's mind instantly sounded the media's targeting of him this season, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but surge up, glaring at Zhou Quan fiercely.

"Brush!"

Zhou Quan calmly shot and hit the second free throw, widening the margin to seven points.

"The whole audience is pressing!"

The moment the basketball went down the basket, he pulled his throat and shouted as the Pistons fans cheered to their heart's content.

The Assassins and Jo Dumas, Rodman, and others responded and followed their respective men, while Sekari stopped Scott's fast hair in front of the baseline.

Jordan rushed across the halfway line and found that his teammate was not sending the ball, so he had to retreat.

BJ received the ball and advanced to the frontcourt, four seconds passed, and he passed to Jordan, who forced Joe Dumas to hit the three-point line for a three-pointer.

"Bang!"

Unfortunately, it didn't hit three dollars in a row, and the rebound was caught by Rodman.

"Whoosh!"

Rodman threw both hands, and the ball flew to Zhou Quan's hands.

"There's no chance." Bill Wharton shook his head.

"Alas!"

Some of the stars and stars who supported Jordan and the Bulls stood up at this time, and after sighing regretfully, before the final whistle blew, they began to applaud the winner.

"Really, I really didn't expect Michael to lose, I really didn't expect it." Phoenix, Barkley kept shaking his head and sighing.

Maureen said, "Now I'm worried about you, Charles, this iron fist is not easy to deal with. ”

Barkley immediately excitedly said, "Don't worry, dear, he's not Michael, if we meet in the finals, I'll kill him." ”

Thinking that he would soon have the hope of lifting the championship trophy, he immediately became excited, and the fat on his body trembled with excitement.

"Alas!"

Far away in New York, seeing the bulls eliminated, Stern also shook his head helplessly.

His god-making plan failed and was destroyed by Zhou Quan, should the next development plan be adjusted?

He thought of the idea of sending Zhou Quan to the west again, and last year vetoed the deal between Barkley and Zhou Quan, as if now there was a chance.

"Ahh

Seeing that the time was running out, Jordan roared in pain, like a trapped beast, swallowing the bitter fruit of failure.

"Tick!"

The referee blew a long whistle and the game was over.

"Oh!"

Zhou Quan shouted excitedly, threw the ball high, and rushed towards his teammates.

The assassins and others rushed to Zhou Quan in the cheers of heart, and his teammates on the bench also rushed to the court together, coaches, staff, 2,000 Pistons fans, and Detroit media cheered.

And at this moment, one of ABC's live cameras was aimed at Jordan, who was already in tears.

He quickly realized the tears, immediately pulled up his jersey and wiped his face, and walked over to the Pistons players who were celebrating.

"Hey, Michael."

Qiao Dubas, who was celebrating, saw Jordan walking over and hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"Congratulations."

Jordan congratulated himself, then turned around and walked straight to the players' tunnel.

"This guy, he hasn't congratulated me yet, I congratulated him last year, it's really not generous!" Zhou Quan was a little dissatisfied.

"Haha......" the Assassin laughed.

At this moment, he felt revenge, and he was happier than winning a second championship.

“MJ！ MJ ......" Countless Bulls fans chanted Jordan's name, but he made his way into the tunnel of players.

"Michael, you're saying you're going to take charge of the Pistons' fate tonight? Now it seems that you are the one who is dominated. A reporter from Detroit rushed up and asked.

glared at the reporter fiercely, Jordan's fist was almost bleeding, and he wanted to kill the reporter who fell into the well with one punch.

"I didn't expect the Bulls to be eliminated in the second round, why are the Pistons so strong this year?"

"It's an iron fist, 44 points, 11 assists and 11 steals, and the shooting percentage is higher than Michael's, so the Pistons won."

"Will the Pistons win the championship this time?"

"If I can win the championship, it will be three championships in five years."

"The core has changed, there is no point in winning the triple crown in five years, and it is more meaningful for Iron Fist to win the championship in the second season, and he is much luckier than Michael."

"The Pistons may not be able to break out of the East, and the Knicks are really strong this season."

After Jordan left, many reporters talked about it.

"Lost, 109-102, the Bulls lost the series, the Bulls' road to a three-game winning streak was interrupted, and Michael Jordan's extraordinary run was broken." Bill Wharton shook his head and sighed.

"It's so hard to win three times in a row! Without a dynasty with three consecutive championships, he can only end up with Larry Bird and Magic Johnson, and he can't become a supergiant in the only gear, and he needs to start over. Lewis Williams lamented.

Bill Wharton picked up the stats sheet and read: "Michael Jordan, 21-of-36 shooting in 48 minutes, 58.3% shooting, 3-of-5 three-pointers, 60% shooting, 9-of-9 free throws, 54 points, 7 rebounds, 4 assists, 3 steals, 1 block, 4 turnovers and 4 fouls." ”

Speaking of this, he said with emotion: "He should have shot a few more three-pointers." ”

Williams smiled, picked up another data sheet and read: "Iron Fist also 48 minutes, 16 of 26 shots, a shooting rate of 61.5%, higher than Jordan, 3 of 5 three-point shots, and Jordan, the same 9 free throws, 44 points, 4 rebounds, 11 assists, 11 steals, 1 block, 3 turnovers and 5 fouls."

I have to say that the Pistons' defeat of the Bulls is caused by strength, and the data of Iron Fist, 44 points, 11 assists and 11 steals, is enough for the Pistons to beat any opponent, including Jordan, who scored 54 points. ”

Bill Walton shook his head with a sigh and continued: "In the seven-game series, Jordan averaged 47.5 minutes per game, only the G4 game was not full, and the remaining six games were all full, scoring 34, 36, 43, 26, 54, 28, and 54 points respectively, with a total score of 275 points, and an average of 39.3 points, 6 rebounds, 5 assists, 2.4 steals, 0.9 blocks, 3.2 turnovers and 4 fouls per game. ”

Speaking of this, he shook his head with a sigh and said: "This performance, actually lost the series, I can only say that the Pistons' performance is better." ”

Williams laughed and read: "Iron Fist played 5 games, 2 didn't play full, 46.1 minutes per game, 27.1 points, 5 rebounds, 10 assists, 4.6 steals, 0.6 blocks, 3.3 turnovers and 4.7 fouls per game, a truly top-notch offensive and defensive performance."

But the Pistons can win the Bulls, not only because of the performance advantage of Iron Fist, but also because other people are also performing very well, without them, no matter how good Iron Fist performs, it is impossible to win Jordan.

For example, Rodman, who averaged 13.5 rebounds and 8 points per game in this series, Secali, who averaged 10.1 rebounds and 13.5 points per game, Joe Dumars, who averaged 14.5 points and 3 assists per game, Assassins who averaged 8 points and 4 assists per game, Trimmers who averaged 8.8 points per game, Mark Aguirre who averaged 7.5 points per game, and so on. ”

Bill Wharton nodded: "In today's game, the Bulls lost in Iron Fist's efficient offense and 11 steals, and lost in rebounds, a difference of 9 rebounds, but the biggest factor was that from the beginning, they were restrained by the Pistons' tactics.

The Pistons adopted the tactic of locking up Pippen and the others, leaving Jordan alone, and Coach Chuck Daly was really good, and he had the last laugh. ”

On the sidelines, Zhou Quan accepted a post-match live interview with ABC TV, and there were many media reporters around him, several floors.

"Iron Fist, congratulations on your advance to the Eastern Finals."

"Thank you!"

"You did what you said before the game, the Pistons became the gods of the United Center, and you took charge of the Bulls' destiny."

"Haha, we're honored to be the gods of this arena tonight."

"At this time, what is your biggest feeling?"

"The feeling of dominating the fate of the bull and destroying the strongest opponent can really be fascinating, really, I'm afraid of getting addicted." Zhou Quan smiled excitedly.

"Haha......" the ABC reporter laughed.

He asked, "What do you want to say most about the Bulls who destroyed the two-game Pistons in the '91 Eastern Conference finals, and now that you're destroying the two-game Bulls, and you don't have a chance to complete the three-game championship?" ”

Zhou Quan smiled: "A reincarnation? Perhaps. ”

"Do you want to say something to ESPN? They didn't adjust their predictions in time until the end of the game. The reporter asked again.

Zhou Quan laughed and said, "It's too stubborn, this will only reflect their non-professionalism, and I think it will affect their ratings." ”

"One last question, you're going to face the Knicks in the Eastern Conference finals, Pat Riley's iron-blooded Knicks, your first-round series opponent last year, do you want to say something to them now?" The journalist asked.

At this moment, far away in New York, even Pat Riley has brought attention, let alone players like Ewing and Oakley.

Zhou Quan smiled: "Old opponents, the Knicks are stronger than last season, they have the strongest defense in the league, but I think we will find a way to beat them again."

Yes, now that we have taken out the Bulls who won two consecutive championships, we should be full of self-confidence and have enough confidence to challenge any opponent, just like the Bulls took out the Pistons who won two consecutive championships, and finally reached the top of the honor. ”

The reporter was speechless, and he immediately asked again in excitement: "Championship?" I thought you wouldn't utter the phrase, but now tell me, Iron Fist, are you going to attack the championship? ”

Zhou Quan laughed, beckoned to Qiao Dumas, who was also being interviewed by reporters outside, and shouted, "Guys, come here." ”

The reporters got out of the way, and a group of people came over to stand behind Zhou Quan, who then said to the ABC camera: "Yes, champion, now is the time, we have killed the most powerful bull, we are going to attack the championship." What do you say, guys? ”

"Overall Champion! Championship ......" the Assassin and the others shouted excitedly.

"Overall Champion! Overall Winner ......"

Far away in Detroit, countless Pistons fans are shouting.

After the on-site interview, Zhou Quan first said goodbye to Pistons fans with his teammates, and then said goodbye to friends he knew at the scene.

"Iron Fist, congratulations." Magic Johnson celebrated.

Zhou Quan smiled and said, "Erwen, seeing us advance, I think you will be disappointed, right?" ”

Magic Johnson smiled bitterly, he felt Zhou Quan's hostility, and at this time, he complained a little about the management in his heart.

"Listen to me, Iron Fist, the Lakers want you back in Los Angeles." He explained in a whisper.

Zhou Quan smiled, nodded with the magician, and hugged Jabbar next to him.

"Congratulations, Iron Fist, you played a superstar performance tonight." Abdul-Jabbar sent congratulations.

"Thank you!"

Then he said a few words to O'Neill and other stars, said goodbye to a few Hollywood stars he knew because of golf, and then came to Christina, who was waiting on the side.

"Congratulations, Zhou, for defeating the strongest opponent." Christina gave hugs and kisses.

"Krina, your congratulations are what I want most." Zhou Quan smiled.

Christina suddenly pointed to Zhou Quan's side and signaled to someone, but when he looked back, it was two middle-aged Chinese.

"Who are you?" He asked in English.

"Xiao Zhou, congratulations!"

The other party actually spoke Mandarin, and soon he knew the identity of the two, and he was very surprised, but he didn't expect it to be ......

(End of chapter)