At this time, with the referee's whistle, the final quarter began.
In the TNT commentary box, Robert Guida said: "Both sides sent out all their starting players, and the first goal in the last quarter was the Bulls' attack."
Ringo Wilson continued: “The Bulls didn’t run a full-court press, they ran a half-court press.”
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
In the middle, after John Paxson pushed the ball across the center line, the sound of sneakers on the court quickly became intensive.
As soon as Zhou Quan passed the center line, his retreat speed immediately slowed down. He still retreated in small steps to slow down his opponent's advancement.
He was highly focused, leaning down, his sharp and firm eyes fixed on Paxson in front of him, like a Jaguar that might pounce at any time, full of pressure.
"Bang...bang..."
In possession of the ball, Paxson's nerves were as tight as a tightrope. While guarding against Zhou Quan's steals, he also had to observe the situation on the field and be ready to release the ball at any time. He felt a little overwhelmed.
Zhou Quan used his peripheral vision to observe the basketball that kept bouncing and falling. He was catching the rhythm of the opponent's dribbling, and then used harassing movements to disrupt the opponent's rhythm from time to time, putting the opponent in an awkward rhythm, thus looking for Opportunity to steal the ball.
After three small steps forward, which was a little more than one meter, Paxson was very uncomfortable. Every time he dribbled forward, Iron Fist would interfere with him, either hitting him with his knees or making movements with his hands.
"It's now."
When the ball bounced off the floor again and was held down by Paxson's palm, Zhou Quan's 96-level nerve reaction speed made Zhou Quan react as quickly as possible, squatting down slightly.
The next moment, Paxson's right hand pressed the ball down again, and the ball left his palm.
"squeak!"
At this moment, the sharp friction sound of sneakers sounded under Zhou Quan's feet.
"Snapped!"
He rushed forward like a swift leopard, leaned his upper body forward, took a big step forward with his right foot very quickly, and stabbed forward with his right hand accurately. When he poked the ball away, his strong body It also knocked Paxson away instantly.
"Steal!"
In the TNT commentary box, Robert Guida suddenly shouted as if he was nervous.
"squeak!"
On the right wing, when he saw Zhou Quan's steal, Jordan immediately turned around and returned to defense regardless of whether the steal was successful or not.
But his defensive position is on the three-point line, and Zhou Quan's steal position is two steps away from the top of the arc, three steps ahead of him. If he returns to the center from the wing, the distance will be further, and there is a gap in the middle. Joe Dumas.
Joe Dumars also reacts very quickly. His defensive position is between Jordan and Zhou Quan, where he can cut off the passing line between Paxson and Jordan. His quick move is only half a beat slower than Jordan.
At this time, Zhou Quan had already taken control of the ball and began to rush down the middle and rush to the front.
Jordan ran as hard as he could while changing direction to the right, passing Joe Dumars at the center line, crossing the first obstacle, blocking his opponent behind him, and then continued to accelerate, accelerating as hard as he could.
When Jordan passed the midline, Zhou Quan, who was definitely slower, had already passed the midline and rushed towards the basket like a crazy running pickup truck.
"Michael, hater him!"
Countless Bulls fans roared wildly and buzzed, and the noise in the United Center made the entire arena tremble.
"Can I catch up?"
In the TNT commentary box, Ringo Wilson shouted expectantly.
Jordan chased to the left elbow area, and when he saw the iron fist taking off a step earlier, he took a step forward and followed suit.
His bullet speed was faster than Zhou Quan's, he jumped higher and his arms were longer. In the air, his right hand quickly approached Zhou Quan's raised right hand, close to the basketball he wanted to slap away.
"Crack, click, click..."
At this moment, in the media box behind the baseline, all the cameras were flashing crazily.
All the reporters were very excited. They hoped to capture the scene when Jordan successfully chased the Iron Fist and rode the Savior alone. That must be the most exciting moment.
"Jordan."
At this moment, Zhou Quan, who was holding an ax and was about to strike, felt the explosive pressure from behind, and he quickly contracted his waist and abdomen.
The next moment, he slashed violently with an axe, and the right hand holding the ball seemed to have escaped from the cage. It instantly opened the distance from Jordan's right hand and struck the basket crazily.
"boom!"
The explosive sound of the basket exploded.
"..."
The boiling United Center fell silent for an instant, and the decibels fell freely from the top to the bottom.
"Oh ho ho ho..."
Rodman and the others on the court, the Assassins on the bench, and the two thousand Pistons fans raised their arms and cheered wildly, roaring with excitement.
"Damn it!"
He only missed the ball by a hair, really only one centimeter at most. Jordan, who was extremely regretful, couldn't help but cursed bitterly.
"I was only a little bit close to hitting him in the first quarter." Pippen, who was catching up, said to Jordan.
"Congratulations, Mr. Michael Jordan, you almost hit me just now."
Zhou Quan happened to hear this, and immediately put on an angelic smile on his face and spat out trash talk at Jordan.
Jordan's face turned red with anger and he glared at Pippen with murderous eyes. You idiot, you actually handed him a knife. Do you want to see him humiliate me?
After receiving a glare, Pippen quickly shut his mouth.
75:67, the Pistons lead by 8 points and the Bulls attack.
On the right wing, Jordan holds the ball himself, depriving Paxson of his responsibility to carry the ball downfield.
"Boy, come and guard against me if you dare." He spat at Zhou Quan in the middle.
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "Old boy, can you use a pick-and-roll to replace me? You don't know how to do this?"
"snort!"
Jordan snorted angrily, he really came over.
His idea was to personally blow up the core and leader of the Pistons, thereby damaging the Pistons' morale.
Moreover, he hates Zhou Quan deeply, and being able to kill the person he hates the most with his own hands is what he is most happy to do.
He brought Joe Dumars to the top of the key and ran a pick-and-roll with John Paxson.
After breaking it open, he moved behind John Paxson with the ball and finally faced off with Zhou Quan.
Prevent breakouts but not throws.
At the three-point line, this is Zhou Quan's basic strategy for defending Jordan.
If Jordan's three-pointers are shot smoothly, they can kill people, but he generally doesn't shoot three-pointers very much. Three-pointers are not popular in the league in this era, and the proportion of three-pointers is quite small. This is why he is so defensive.
"squeak!"
Jordan used his feet to break through without any probing steps, because Joe Dumars was right next to him and there was no time to make a fake move. After the ball was pulled to his left hand, he immediately broke through from the left side.
Zhou Quan reacted too quickly. After all, his nerve reaction speed is 96. This reaction speed is enough to start the 100-meter race.
"not good!"
But just as he retreated, Jordan suddenly stopped and then took it back.
The next moment, Michael Jordan glanced disdainfully at Zhou Quan, who had lost his balance and was almost knocked down by him, and then jumped up calmly outside the three-point line at the top of the arc.
"Snapped!"
The moment the ball was released, Joe Dumas, who bypassed Paxson, jumped from the right side and slapped the ball out of the left sideline.
"well!"
Seeing Jordan being slapped, there was a sigh in the United Center.
After being slapped, Jordan couldn't help but glance at Joe Dumars. This guy wasn't very good offensively, but his defense was pretty good.
"Qiao, I have to thank you, you ruined his performance on my head." Zhou Quan smiled.
"Haha..." Joe Dumas laughed.
"snort!"
Jordan huffed.
"This shot is such a pity. If it had hit, Iron Fist would have become a backdrop." Ringo Wilson sighed regretfully in the TNT commentary box.
Robert Guida nodded and smiled: "Just like the background board when Michael Jordan became the Iron Fist dunk just now."
"Ha ha……"
When he said this, he burst out laughing, and Ringo Wilson couldn't help but laugh with him.
The bull regrouped and attacked again.
Zhou Quan still took the initiative to guard John Paxson, instead of guarding Jordan in a hurry.
In terms of height, he is ten centimeters behind Jordan, and the difference is even greater after adding in wingspan. Joe Dumars should be better at guarding Jordan than him.
But he is not afraid of Jordan, because he is far superior to Joe Dumars in confrontation.
On the left wing, Jordan came out from below to catch the ball. There was not enough time. After taking two steps past Joe Dumars, he made a one-step jumper inside the three-point line.
"boom!"
It missed, the basketball hit the basket and rebounded, and was caught by Rodman.
"Today Rodman played better than in the G1 game. He defended very hard. This is the eighth rebound. Without his defense and rebounds, it would be difficult for the Pistons to take the lead today." Robert Guida said.
On the right wing, Jordan pressed close to Zhou Quan before he could catch the ball.
"Oh, backcourt press!"
Ringo Wilson shouted.
Zhou Quan blocked Jordan to catch the ball, then immediately turned around and passed the ball. He switched to his left hand to control the ball. With his right elbow outside, he blocked Jordan who was following up from the right side and pushed forward quickly, faster and faster.
Jordan knew it was impossible, so he quickly withdrew from the confrontation and rushed forward, trying to establish a defensive position in front.
But Zhou Quan's reaction was super fast. When he was crossing the center line, when Jordan passed by, he suddenly changed direction to the left and rushed from behind Jordan to the middle. Jordan turned around and chased, already one step behind.
Seeing Zhou Quan reach the top of the arc, Pippen on the left wing had to come over to cover.
Phil Jackson has repeatedly told him not to double-team Zhou Quan on the outside, but now it is not a double-team, Jordan has been caught, and he must wipe Jordan's butt.
Pippen headed for the free throw line, and Ulrich immediately cut into the paint.
Zhou Quan reached the top of the arc and saw Pippen's cover and Ulrich's inward cut, but instead of passing the ball, he accelerated towards the free throw line again.
Jordan followed closely behind Zhou Quan, only half a step away. He pressed his left hand against the latter's lower back, but his defense was still clean and he did not use any force to push.
Pippen rushed to the free throw line. The next moment, Zhou Quan bumped into him with his shoulder. With a bang, he leaned back and hit the floor with his back.
Zhou Quan's speed dropped sharply, but he used his strength again and forced his way to the free throw line.
As a point guard, the first thing is to read the Bulls' defensive tactics, and then play corresponding offensive tactics based on the opponent's defensive tactics.
At this time, he knew that if he entered the paint area, he would definitely attract double teams, so he rushed in.
"squeak!"
Taking advantage of Zhou Quan's slowdown, Michael Jordan rushed forward, stopped and turned around, and finally stood in front of Zhou Quan.
At the same time, Cartwright and Grant were also forced out of the basket by Zhou Quan's breakthrough with the ball.
Zhou Quan was forced to stop by Jordan, put his hands together with the ball, stood up and swung upwards, and then Jordan flew up.
"Oops!"
As soon as Jordan started flying, he secretly said something bad.
At this moment, Zhou Quan stepped back and pushed the ball forward very quickly with one hand. The ball passed through Jordan's right side, hit between Cartwright's feet behind, and rebounded.
The next moment, Ulrich just cut into the paint area along the baseline, cutting from behind Carter White towards the basket.
"coming!"
An orange-red basketball suddenly bounced into his eyes from the floor. With full concentration, he immediately put his hands together and caught the ball between his chest.
"boom!"
In the next moment, his body suddenly rose up and he smashed the ball with both hands, blasting the Bulls' basket.
"Ah!"
Two thousand visiting team fans instantly raised their arms and cheered.
"Xiao Zhou hit the ball really beautifully!"
At Zhang Liangli’s home, he praised: “With the ball, he entered the penalty area. One person attracted the defense of four people, and his teammates cut inside very timely.
The key is that he was too calm. He first shook Jordan with a fake move and then passed the ball. And his pass was so accurate that it passed through the blockade of the three people in front and reached the hands of his teammates. A wonderful pass, a real wonderful pass! "
In the TNT commentary box, Robert Guida said excitedly: "For Tekken, this is his basic operation. He is good at passing the ball in a crowd."
Ringo Wilson nodded and said: "But if the state is not good, there will be more mistakes."
Robert Guida smiled: "But now he is in good condition. It can be said that he alone defeated the entire Bulls defense with this ball. Ulrich's final dunk was just a natural result."
The game reached the 9th minute of the final quarter, with more than two minutes left, and the Bulls were already 11 points behind.
Jordan repeatedly used pick-and-roll singles in the final quarter, and the effect was pretty good. He made 4 of 8 shots. After the first ball was blocked in the final quarter, he made 4 of 7 shots in the following quarters. His shooting rate was much better than that of the first three quarters. With the two free throws, the single quarter was already a blast. 10 points down.
On the defensive end, he closely defended Zhou Quan, preventing Zhou Quan from successfully breaking through.
But Zhou Quan and Joe Dumars can basically solve this problem using pick-and-rolls. Whether Jordan switches defenses or not, he can still break through.
He kept breaking through with the ball and constantly attacking the Bulls' penalty area. In the first nine minutes, he sent out 5 assists, and his condition was even better than Jordan's.
It is precisely because of his hot form that the Pistons can further widen the point difference.
When the Bulls attacked, Phil Jackson called a timeout, arranged offensive tactics for Jordan, and changed the defensive tactics at the same time.
He said: "Our defensive tactics against Iron Fist failed in the final quarter. Starting from Michael, we couldn't prevent his breakthrough."
The veins in Jordan's forehead were throbbing, irritated.
His speed is a little faster than Zhou Quan, and he thinks his strength and confrontation ability are not inferior to Zhou Quan's. His defensive skills are top-notch. He was also very effective in defending Zhou Quan in the regular season and G1 game, but his effectiveness in defending Zhou Quan just in the last quarter Not much.
Phil Jackson stared at Jordan and analyzed him: "Michael, Iron Fist is a very calm opponent. He is very smart and very calm. When facing your defense, he will use pick-and-rolls to get rid of you and use a variety of breakthrough techniques. Come to surprise you and make you hard to guard against.
And you have to notice that his reaction speed is very fast, definitely no slower than you. You must not underestimate him. "
"I didn't underestimate him." Jordan said through gritted teeth.
Phil Jackson nodded and said: "I don't need you to steal his ball. I just need you to step up the confrontation, block his right hand, push him to the left, and then you and Pippen double-team him on the outside of the left wing."
"Double team from outside?"
Jordan was shocked, a rookie, had he reached this level?
Pippen interjected: "Phil, his passing is very threatening. Do we really have to double-team him on the outside? Didn't you say we don't need to double-team him on the outside?"
Phil Jackson shook his head and said: "The past was before, and the present is now. We must flexibly adopt tactics that suit the current situation."
Having said this, he couldn't help scratching his head and feeling a little ashamed, because his on-the-spot command ability was really not that good.
Then he added: "You remember, Ulrich's mid-range shot is average. He is better at going in and dunking. When you double-team the Iron Fist on the left wing, Cartwright or Grant should pay attention to Ulrich's inward cuts." , if he takes a mid-range shot, the hit rate will not be very high, at least it is much smaller than the threat of letting the Iron Fist burst in, and our offense can fully withstand that threat."
Jordan and Pippen nodded.
Phil Jackson also warned: "Iron Fist's passing is very weird. He passes the ball between people and often passes through the crotch. It is difficult for people to guard against. Be careful."
Then the timeout ended and the game restarted, with the Bulls serving the ball from the frontcourt sideline.
"brush!"
At a critical moment, Jordan hit a three-pointer facing Zhou Quan's defense.
Zhou Quan's nerves were tense, and he actually started to use three goals to chase the points, and he hit the target. Then Michael Jordan was even harder to guard, and he couldn't help but work up 200% of his energy.
(End of chapter)
