"Shet!"
The postman was affected by the downward pressure and his body posture in the air was severely deformed. He threw a three-pointer and the ball was picked up by Rodman.
"What the hell, is this playing basketball or fighting?"
Zhou Quan cursed secretly, took the ball from Rodman, immediately dropped the postman and moved forward quickly.
However, the Jazz returned to defense quickly. Jeff Malone and small forward Edwards quickly returned to the backcourt to prevent his fast break.
"Oh! The iron fist blocked the postman's elbow. Our little point guard blocked the postman's elbow forcefully. He didn't let the postman succeed..."
Bearded John Lowes roared with passion.
As he roared, enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted from the Palace of Auburn Hills.
At the top of the arc, Jeff Malone was in front. Zhou Quan immediately made a gesture and called Joe Dumars' pick-and-roll, replacing Stockton.
He held the ball and headed to the right. Stockton chased him inside, trying to force him to the outside, but he couldn't squeeze him at all.
As soon as he reached the three-point line on the right wing, he immediately made another gesture to let center John Salley on the right low post enter the basket.
Then, Selly entered the basket, and Mark Eaton had no choice but to follow, while Zhou Quan entered the low post on the right wing and began to single out Stockton.
His offensive skills are only level 75, which is far from mature, but his back-up skills are better than facing the basket, with level 80. This is due to his tonnage and strength, and his good confrontation ability, which is conducive to post-up play.
Stockton knew that his tonnage was too small and could not withstand Zhou Quan's back blow, so he immediately made a small move. Instead of carrying him from behind, he used his elbow to push Zhou Quan's lower back, and used his other small hand to He pinched Zhou Quan's waist hard from behind.
But this still couldn't stop Zhou Quan's back attack. The difference in tonnage and strength was too big, so all the small moves were in vain.
Zhou Quan arched his back twice and entered the paint area. The third time he hit with extra force, Stockton was directly knocked over. He immediately turned around and shot a jumper. Mark Eaton was also a step too late to block the shot.
"boom!"
The basketball hit the basket and hit a goal near the basket.
"Iron Fist knocked over Stockton for the second time. His size and strength were too big an advantage on the perimeter." Chuck Daly was overjoyed and began to think about Zhou Quan's training.
To cultivate, you must first position yourself.
How to position Zhou Quan is a very critical issue. It is related to Zhou Quan's future development direction. If one thing is wrong, it will be all over.
Jazz attack.
Still using the pick-and-roll, Stockton took the opportunity to run into the Nectarine area with the ball. After attracting the defense, he suddenly distributed the ball to Jeff Malone who ran out of space.
Jeff Malone is a great scorer whose only weakness is his lack of three-pointers.
He was the No. 10 pick in the first round of 1983. This is his 9th season. He has averaged 20+ points per game in 5 seasons, and he has reached 20+ points so far this season.
"brush!"
Jeff Malone didn't let go of this kind of open space. He caught the ball and made a jumper, hitting an open mid-range shot.
4:6, the Jazz fell behind in the away game and the Pistons attacked.
Zhou Quan dribbles the ball toward the top of the arc.
One step away, Stockton leaned forward, retreating and guarding.
Just two steps from the top of the arc, Zhou Quan suddenly shook his shoulders.
"left side, right side?"
At this moment, Stockton failed to make an accurate prediction and could only take a step back.
But at this moment, Zhou Quan accelerated and stepped over the opponent. Zhou Quan took the first step, broke through from the right side, passed the defender, and hit Stockton's right shoulder hard with his left shoulder.
"Bang!"
Stockton jerked backwards, his back hitting the floor and sliding backwards.
"Damn it!"
The postman inside looked at him sharply. His good brother was not very strong. He had already been knocked over three times in the beginning. If this continued, sooner or later he would be injured.
At this moment, Zhou Quan had already taken the opportunity to cross the top of the arc, cross the free throw line, and enter the penalty area, forcing the Jazz's defense to shrink inward.
But he didn't hesitate and dove into the crowd.
The four major insiders on both sides, plus the two small forwards, had six people piled up in the paint area at this time. Adding him, there were seven. It was already overcrowded.
With the help of full-level spatial imagination, he clearly saw that there were many small spaces among the crowds, and these spaces could be used.
"Break the gap with the gap."
At this moment, he had this idea.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
While dribbling, he turned around, slipped in between Edwards and Rodman, pulled to the right, avoided the mailman in front of the basket, and then suddenly changed direction downwards.
At this time, he grabbed the ball in his hand, no longer dribbling, and then got into the basket through the small gap between Mark Eaton and the postman. At this time, his front was suddenly empty, and all the defenders were behind him.
The next moment, he turned sideways with all his strength, turned 90 degrees in the air to face the basket, and smashed the ball with one hand.
"It's over!"
The postman and Mark Eaton who turned around and took off to block the shot were already half a beat too late.
"boom!"
There was an explosive sound of smashing the basket, and Zhou Quan completed a dunk under the basket.
"boom!"
The entire Auburn Hills Palace instantly became lively, cheers and applause sounded like thunder.
"ah!"
Zhou Quan himself was very excited and raised his fist and waved violently.
He was very happy to be able to dunk, because his height and jumping were not enough, so he rarely dunked, and occasionally he could only dunk when he had a good opportunity.
But he was not excited about scoring this goal, but he was excited about the way he played this time, and he took another step forward in the use and understanding of space.
The basketball court is so big, the paint area is even smaller, and so many players from both sides are crowded together. How to pose a greater threat in a limited space is the direction he will develop in the future.
It is inevitable to increase speed, improve sensitivity, improve the ability of man-ball integration, and improve ball control. Otherwise, he will see those openings, but his body and skills cannot keep up, and it will be useless.
"Good boy! Iron Fist single-handedly destroyed all the Jazz's defenses. He is our future." Bearded John Lowes roared excitedly.
"He seems to be able to see all the gaps in the crowd. Is his observation skills so good?"
In the audience, Smiling Assassin Thomas was also surprised by Iron Fist's ball-holding attack.
"Damn rookie!"
Under the basket, looking at Zhou Quan who was celebrating with his teammates, the postman's eyes flashed sharply.
4:8, Jazz attack.
Stockton once again used small moves when he broke through and stepped on Zhou Quan again.
But this time, Zhou Quan decisively chose to respond.
He grabbed Stockton's jersey with his left hand and pulled hard. The latter jumped directly to the floor, landed on his face, and his mouthguard fell out, and he screamed in pain.
"Beep!"
The referee's whistle sounded.
"Shet!"
The postman couldn't help it and rushed forward.
Seeing the menacing postman, no one in the Pistons dared to stop him. They all watched him rush towards Zhou Quan.
