"There is only one way before us now..."
Zhou Quan's voice continued to sound. He raised his right hand and suddenly made it into a fist. He stared at everyone and said, "We all must hold together and make a fist. We must form a joint force and work together to get out of the mess we are in now." .So, are you willing to work together?”
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all looking at the smiling assassin Thomas. For a moment, there was some silence on the court at the Palace of Auburn Hills.
Isiah Thomas opened his mouth, and in the expectation of everyone, he finally said a very brief sentence: "I do."
"Oh ho!"
"I do!"
"I do too!"
The scene suddenly erupted into excited cheers. The Pistons seemed to be resurrected, and the morale of the entire team instantly rose.
Zhou Quan came over and stretched out his hand to Thomas, who also stretched out his hand, and the two held their hands tightly.
"This is a real reconciliation," McCloskey said happily.
"We have a new team leader." Chuck Daly said.
McCloskey was startled, but immediately nodded and smiled excitedly: "Yes, this is a real leader. He can give up personal grudges, consider the overall situation, and unite everyone. This is a real leader.
Chuck, I don't need his potential to be at Isiah's level, just his leadership ability is enough to lead this team. "
Chuck Daly smiled and said: "If Iron Fist's offense doesn't work, let Isiah teach him. If it still doesn't work, he really has no offensive talent. After Isiah and Joe Dumars get old, just be by his side." Arrange an offensive shooting guard, who is only responsible for organizing offense and defense."
"That's exactly what I'm thinking about," McCloskey laughed.
…
"Slow, idiot. Your shot is slower and more decisive. You need to speed up your shot rhythm. Also, your starting position is a bit low, which increases the possibility of the ball being intercepted. You need to readjust your shooting habits."
"Idiot, dribble a little lower and use a little harder hands. Your wingspan is better than mine. Don't let anyone steal the ball from you."
"Hey, rookie, there's something wrong with your shot. There's something wrong with your hand movements, which will affect your shooting percentage. This is the wrong shooting posture. You need to practice again."
"Damn it, the movement of the pull-up jumper is not well connected, it is very stiff, and there is no rhythm at all. It also jumps not high enough. You need to strengthen your lower body strength and core strength."
"Be more fierce when defending! You must have the momentum to make your opponent bleed. Don't look at me. I know you don't like to bleed your opponent and don't want to be a bad boy, but you must have that kind of momentum. You must have the momentum to kill your opponent. , you must have the momentum to die with your opponent, and you must have the momentum to make your opponent timid.”
"You must intimidate your opponent. As long as he dares to pass you, pounce on him and do everything possible to stop him!"
"Shit, Iron Fist, with your rubbish skills, you still want to be the boss of the Detroit Pistons? You're still far away."
When Zhou Quan was training, Isiah Thomas stood aside and shouted loudly from time to time.
After being trained for a long time, he finally couldn't help it anymore and said angrily: "Old bird, when did I say I wanted to be the boss of the Pistons?"
Thomas said angrily: "Everyone here knows it, even the floor under your feet knows it. Only you don't know it."
"Ha ha……"
People on and around the pitch burst into laughter.
"You said, Joe, Isiah wouldn't deliberately retaliate, right? I think Iron Fist's offense is better than mine." Rodman walked to Joe Dumars and whispered.
"Being better than you doesn't mean it's great, it can only mean it's not too bad."
Joe Dumas complained, smiled and said: "No, what he said is indeed the shortcomings of Iron Fist. Iron Fist is very powerful, Isiah is helping him, he will not be angry."
…
In the evening, at 6:30, the Jazz came to the Palace of Auburn Hills.
The Jazz are a strong team in the Western Conference. They have made the playoffs for eight consecutive seasons. Last season, they ranked fifth in the Western Conference regular season. They were eliminated by the Trail Blazers with a score of 4-1 in the second round. They had 4 wins and 3 losses before and were temporarily ranked third in the Western Conference. .
Several reporters followed the Jazz into the Palace of Auburn Hills, taking the opportunity to ask questions.
"Karl, what do you think about Laimbeer's retirement?" a TNT reporter asked.
"It's a pity that he was messed up by a rookie, and I lost a good opponent." Karl Malone laughed.
He and Ranbir are both one of the four villains, and because one is in the east and the other is in the west, there is no competition, so they feel sympathy for each other. Now that Ranbir is forced to retire, he feels like a rabbit is dead and a fox is sad.
"Mr. John Stockton, Isiah is here too. You stole his spot in the Olympics. Do you want to say something to him?"
asked a local reporter.
Stockton said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, I didn't take anyone's position. They were short of people, so they called me and I went."
Karl Malone said loudly with a cold face: "John is qualified to be selected for the Olympic men's basketball team. He doesn't have to steal from anyone. If Isiah Thomas wants to cause trouble for John, let him come to me."
At 7:30, both sides announced the starting lineup.
Jazz: Mark Eaton, Karl Malone, Blue Edwards, Jeff Malone, John Stockton
Pistons: John Salley, Orlando Ulrich, Dennis Rodman, Joe Dumars, Zhou Quan
At a quarter to eight o'clock, the starting lineup came on.
"Are you Iron Fist?"
Karl Malone looked at Zhou Quan from above.
"Hello, Dr. Iron Elbow."
The smiling Zhou Quan nodded politely.
Ma Long's face twitched. This was his nickname, but few people called him that in person. They usually called him postman.
"Your name is Iron Fist. I don't know how tough your fist is. I hope you can let me see it if you have the chance." He said with a cold face.
A gentle smile appeared on Zhou Quan's face, he nodded and said, "As long as there is a chance, I will."
"..."
The postman's face froze.
At this time, the visiting team came out, John Stockton pulled Malone, and the two went out one after another.
Finally, there was mammoth Mark Eaton. The giant said to Zhou Quan before going out: "Little rookie, you pissed off Carl. This is a pretty bad thing for you."
"Really? May I ask where I made him angry?" Zhou Quan asked in surprise.
"He is a superstar, and this league is a world of superstars. As a backward player, you should be more humble to him." Mark Eaton pointed out.
"I understand, thank you for your advice." Zhou Quan nodded as he suddenly understood.
Seeing Zhou Quan's attitude was so good, Mark Eaton went out with satisfaction.
Joe Dumas quickly warned: "Iron Fist, you must be careful when you rush in. It doesn't matter Mark Eaton's block. It doesn't matter if you get a few blocks at most, but you must be careful of the postman's elbow. He is stronger than Bill." In a lot of ways, he's a little bit like Bill, maybe even more ruthless."
"I know." Zhou Quan smiled.
A minute later, at the host's call, he appeared.
This is his third game and first home game.
