"Iron Fist, what did you just do?"
Thomas asked curiously after he calmed down.
"He was showing off in front of me, so I burned his clothes with a cigar. He didn't dare to take action. In fact, if he dared to take action, I might not be able to beat their entire team by myself." Zhou Quan laughed.
"Pfft, haha..."
The locker room burst into laughter.
At 7:30, both sides announced the starting lineup.
Bulls: Bill Cartwright, Horace Grant, Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, John Paxson
Pistons: John Salley, Dennis Rodman, Orlando Ulrich, Joe Dumars, Zhou Quan
The game was broadcast live across the United States on ESPN, with commentators Rock Howard and Larry Winston.
At this time, Howard excitedly said to the camera: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received news that Michael Jordan just said that he has withdrawn his words of praise for Iron Fist, and he will blow 50 on Iron Fist's head. +.
So congratulations to everyone, there is going to be a big show tonight. "
Winston also said excitedly: "The Pistons will never allow Jordan to do that. Although Laimbeer has retired, there are still two defensive heroes in John Salley and Rodman on the inside, and Joe Dumars and Iron Fist on the outside are also defensive players. With the Titans, plus the Smiling Assassin and Mark Aguirre, the Pistons' current lineup is not bad, and they will do a great job.
The most important thing is that with the addition of Iron Fist, a rookie, this Pistons has lost its energy. Their energy seems to be back. This is the most terrifying thing. They are full of enterprising spirit again.
Perhaps this is the catfish effect. Iron Fist is the catfish, and it is he who evokes the Pistons' vigor and aggressiveness. "
Howard laughed and said: "But I am more interested in what happened between Michael Jordan and Iron Fist.
Judging from the current information, their relationship is still good. In the last game, Michael obviously did not use his full strength to deal with Iron Fist. He allowed Iron Fist to have a good debut. "
Winston said with great anticipation: "I also want to know what must have happened. I believe our colleagues will dig it out."
At this moment, huge cheers erupted from the Palace of Auburn Hills as the substitute came on, and countless Pistons fans were welcoming the Smiling Assassin.
Howard couldn't help but sigh: "One of the greatest small players in the history of the league, he scored 25 points in a single quarter on Magic's head in the finals. It was a classic battle of small versus big. It was extremely lethal and the greatest in the history of the league. One of the point guards, even after experiencing the violence in the locker room, his reputation here is still unmatched."
At this time, the starters of the two teams met in the player tunnel, neither of them spoke, and the mortal enemy mode was already on.
"Shh!"
When the Bulls came on the court, the boos at the Palace of Auburn Hills were as if they were shaking the new arena down. It was earth-shattering.
"Michael Jordan, you're a bullshit God!"
"Jordan, like always, you will be kneeling at the Palace of Auburn Hills."
When Jordan finally appeared, countless middle fingers were poked at him, and endless abuse was sprayed at him.
Isiah Thomas stood in front of the Pistons' bench, staring coldly at Jordan, his eyes full of indifference and hostility.
His arrogance had calmed down, and the energy he had lost seemed to surge out again.
Jordan seemed to feel the pressing gaze and looked over.
Their eyes met instantly, and neither of them had any intention of moving away.
A year ago, Jordan was the challenger and Thomas was the suppressor.
After being suppressed by the Bad Boys for many years and falling at their feet countless times, he even once asked Chuck Daly in despair if he would have a chance to defeat the Bad Boys in this life.
But a year later, Jordan reached the top, and the Smiling Assassin no longer had the feeling of gloom over his head.
Thinking of everything the Bad Boys Legion had inflicted on him before, and the humiliation the Iron Fist had inflicted on him, at this moment, he vowed to completely defeat the Piston, to step on the half-fallen Piston again, and to completely crush the Piston to death. .
"Kill the bull!"
"Let Jordan see blood!"
"Let Michael Jordan leave the Palace of Auburn Hills with his head down."
Playing at home, the roars, cheers, and applause were overwhelming.
"Iron Fist, Jordan can't switch to guard you this time, because Ulrich is playing the third position. If he dares to switch to guard you, Pippen will have to switch to guard Joe Dumars. Then Ulrich is absolutely out of position. You understand. "?" Returning to the bench, Chuck Daly pulled Zhou Quan and said.
"Understood." Zhou Quan nodded.
"So, Iron Fist, if they don't switch, it's up to you to knock out Paxson, and you have to go all out. If they switch, either give it to Joe Dumars to knock out John Paxson, or give it to Ulrich to knock out John Paxson. He busted Paxson," Chuck Daly warned.
"I see."
In short, today we just stared at Paxson. Anyone who matched up with him was out of position. Zhou Quan nodded repeatedly.
Two points shy of eight, the starter came on.
"Iron Fist, if you can't deal with him, then let me do it."
Before the main players came on the field, Thomas the Smiling Assassin suddenly yelled at Zhou Quan very manically.
"Oh ho!"
Seeing the familiar mania in the Smiling Assassin, many Pistons fans roared with excitement.
"Shut up!"
Zhou Quan turned around suddenly, the gentle smile on his face disappeared, and he stared at Thomas fiercely and said: "If he gets 50 points, I will get out of the NBA."
After saying that, he ignored Thomas and yelled at all his teammates: "The Bad Boys no longer exist, but the Iron-blooded Pistons are still here. We believe in tenacity, iron-blooded, toughness and fearlessness. No matter who the Bulls are today, they want to break in." , if you can’t prevent it, then use our bodies to block it, do you understand?”
"clear!"
Everyone in the Pistons shouted in unison.
"The Pistons must win!"
At this time, countless Pistons fans screamed loudly. The game had not yet started, and the Pistons' momentum surged to the extreme.
On the other side of the bull, Jordan's eyes were sharp when he saw this scene.
At eight o'clock sharp, the game officially started.
John Salley leaped up and flicked the ball away from Cartwright's head.
Joe Dumars caught the ball and threw it to Zhou Quan.
"Bang!"
In the backcourt, Zhou Quan dribbled forward.
"Squeak!"
John Paxson moved his steps in time to get in the way.
"squeak!"
At this moment, after a three-in-one breakthrough, Zhou Quan suddenly feinted his shoulders, then exerted force with his feet, changing direction and accelerating the breakthrough.
"Bang!"
Because of the feint, the defender could not predict the direction of the breakthrough in time. When he rushed over with one step, he deliberately hung the defender with his shoulder. John Paxson's tonnage of 84 kilograms is not small, but compared with him, it is still a lot. There was a huge gap, and under his impact, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Oh ho!"
A cheer erupted from the Palace of Auburn Hills.
"A beautiful tank-like breakthrough! The iron fist breaks through the opponent..."
In the commentary box, bearded John Lowes roared excitedly.
