Jordan also noticed the relevant news on the boat. He felt that it was time to go back. If he didn't go back, he would be blown to pieces by the sea breeze.
At noon that day in New York, Jordan's yacht returned to the dock.
David Farkle was waiting at the dock with a well-connected New York Times reporter.
It was only a matter of time before he appeared publicly. It was impossible for Jordan to stay out of the media's sight forever, so after discussing with Jordan, he prepared to take advantage of Zhou Quan's wave of public opinion to return to the public eye.
"Michael, how was the harvest?" the reporter asked.
"It's not bad. I caught a 212-pound tuna. It's so beautiful!" Jordan was wearing sunglasses, but with a smile on his face, he seemed to be in a good mood.
"Oh, that would be great."
The reporter exaggeratedly praised him and then asked: "Michael, Detroiters say that now is the Iron Fist era. What do you want to say?"
"Everyone knows this is just a joke in Detroit." That's why Jordan was in a good mood, he replied with a smile.
"The Postman has obtained a boxing license in California. His professional boxing match with Iron Fist is likely to take place soon. Will you be there to support him?"
"Oh, I'd like to congratulate him then. Yeah, I'll definitely go."
"Michael, Iron Fist will do some crossovers in the offseason. Do you have any plans in this regard? Or participate in a professional fishing competition?"
Jordan's eyes widened, that's a good idea, but why do I want to punch you so bad?
As soon as the reporter saw Jordan's look, he knew that this question made Jordan unhappy. He quickly changed the question and asked: "By the way, Michael, the Pistons just won the G1 game of the Finals. Do you think the Suns have a chance to win the championship?" Champion?"
Jordan had heard the news on the radio and said: "Of course there is a chance. This is a series. Winning or losing a game cannot determine the final result."
"Do you have anything to say to Buckley?"
"Charles, this is your best chance to win, come on!"
"Are you going to watch the finals?"
"NO, I'm going to play golf."
"So will you play professional golf?"
"Yes, I have that plan."
"What do you think of the book 'Jordan's Rules'?" Finally, the reporter took the risk of falling out with Jordan and asked him the question he wanted to ask the most.
Jordan's eyes twitched, and he calmly replied according to the words he had discussed with Falk: "After people get tired of eating potato chips and Coca-Cola, they want to change their taste, and they want to see something negative. ,that is it."
At the end of the interview, after the reporter left, David Falk drove away from the dock with Jordan.
"Michael, although Iron Fist has attracted media firepower for you, you still need to keep a low profile during this period."
"I know." Jordan said unhappily.
"In addition, I have obtained a celebrity wild card for you at the PGA Tour San Francisco stop on July 10, and the same goes for Zhou Quan. You should try your best to perform better."
"Now go straight to the golf course."
"Michael, after the golf tournament, when do you plan to resume basketball training?"
"I have had enough rest. Starting tomorrow, I will practice golf in the morning, strength training in the afternoon, and basketball in the evening."
"The competition between flying men and iron fists has begun to extend to other sports. Let us wait and see who can take the lead in achieving excellent professional results in other sports." New York Times.
"The flying man who starts again will be stronger!" Chicago Daily News.
"The God of Gamblers is back!"
The news that Jordan appeared in New York and planned to participate in professional golf immediately spread across the United States, and all media attention immediately began to shift from the Finals to him.
However, because of Zhou Quan's wave of public opinion, there seems to be less media targeting him than before.
…
On the 19th, the G2 game day of the finals.
Pistons: Seikaly, Dennis Rodman, Mark Aguirre, Joe Dumars, Zhou Quan
Suns: Mark West, Charles Barkley, Richard, Dan Mulley, Kevin Johnson
At 7:30, in the CCTV commentary box, Sun Zhenping said: "Both sides still used the starting lineup from the G1 game, which shows that their offensive and defensive tactics should not have changed much."
Zhang Lijia smiled and said: "The lineup is there, and there is no secret card. Everyone must have studied the opponent repeatedly, so the rest is about on-the-spot command and adaptability, and the players' on-field execution and on-the-spot performance."
Sun Zhenping nodded and said: "Knife to knife, gun to gun, just fight hard."
Zhang Lili suddenly said worriedly: "The Detroit media is a little too excited. I wonder if this wave of public opinion in the past two days will affect the team's state?"
Sun Zhenping also sighed and said: "It's so messy. Why do I feel that the Detroit media is an undercover agent of the Suns? It was deliberately set up by Xiao Zhou."
"Pfft!"
Zhang Li burst into laughter, but couldn't help but smile bitterly.
At this time, the atmosphere in the visiting team's locker room was okay. After all, this wave of public opinion about the 'Iron Fist Era' only involved Zhou Quan and had little impact on others. With Zhou Quan's willpower, he was not affected much.
Zhou Quan opened the system and took a look. After this season, especially since the playoffs, some of his skills
There has been some improvement in quality.
Anticipation, ball sense, ball control, passing, etc. have each been upgraded by one level, and are now level 85, 93, 94, and 93 respectively.
Breakthrough, organization, and offense have also been upgraded by one level each, and are now all level 91.
In terms of shooting methods, the pull-up jump shot has been upgraded from level 93 to level 94, and the float shot has been upgraded from level 92 to level 93.
The improvement in strength is also the reason why he performed better in the playoffs.
"let's go."
When the time came, he led the remaining four people out of the locker room.
When he came to the players' tunnel, he was met with Barkley's taunt: "Look, the Iron Fist era is here, do we want to welcome it? Haha!"
But he was the only one who smiled. The other four members of the Suns team did not laugh, and they were all looking at Zhou Quan.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Zhou Quan walked over with a smile.
"Crack, click, click..."
The reporters on both sides of the team, plus a camera from ABC TV, all turned on the camera at this time, and the ABC on-site director also switched the camera to the player tunnel.
A team of security guards immediately became nervous and prepared for emergencies.
Buckley's laughter stopped suddenly and he said warily: "Iron Fist, what do you want to do?"
Zhou Quan stopped just one meter away from Barkley and said with a smile: "Fliggy, I guarantee you will never win a championship in this life."
Buckley said disdainfully: "Just you?"
Zhou Quan nodded and said: "It's up to me."
"oh!"
At the scene, in front of the TV, countless people exclaimed.
"Charles, what are you doing?"
Maureen was very helpless at the scene. Why did she choose to become a mortal enemy when she could be a friend?
"Ha ha……"
Buckley laughed as if he had heard the joke.
Lightning was also a little dissatisfied. He didn't dare to provoke Iron Fist in a fight, so he didn't laugh just now, but he was definitely not convinced by Iron Fist's words.
"Iron Fist, are you exaggerating? Basketball games are not decided by you alone. Your teammates and your opponents are all part of it. There is no real God on the court."
After expressing his point of view, he advised tactfully: "The Detroit media said that the Iron Fist era is coming. That is just a hype for sales. But your words are not suitable. It will bring you trouble."
Zhou Quan somewhat admires Kevin Johnson's calmness. He is a man with wisdom, control and an overall view, and he has no hostility towards him.
He smiled and nodded towards Lightning and said: "This is my attitude. If I put it here, I will achieve it with the strongest willpower. It is the driving force for me to move forward."
Kevin Johnson and Barkley were startled at the same time, their eyes shrinking. From these words, they felt a chill and a powerful fighting spirit.
The away team comes on next.
"The Age of Iron Fist! The Age of Iron Fist...haha..."
"Just me! Just me! Oh haha, you know, you are just a clown..."
After it was Zhou Quan's turn for the finale, countless jeers rang out at the American West Arena.
Zhou Quan appeared despite the ridicule, still smiling, but in his chest, the blood was already boiling, and the fighting spirit was rising.
"I hope Zhou Quan will not be affected." Zhang Lili sighed.
"That's too much. This is what the media said, not what Zhou Quan said." Sun Zhenping said angrily.
"This is an away game. Any factors that are beneficial to the home team will be used." Zhang Liang said.
Sun Zhenping stared at Zhou Quan on the screen in front of him and suddenly said: "I was at the 1984 military parade, Director Zhang. I think Zhou Quan's momentum now is somewhat similar to those veterans who came out of the war."
"Ah?" Zhang Lili was startled.
Sun Zhenping said again: "They are all the same... murderous!"
At 7:58, the referee blew the whistle and the players from both sides were ready to take the field.
"We are tenacious, tough, iron-blooded, and we are fearless..."
In front of the Pistons bench, the roars of the Pistons crowd rang out, and less than 300 Pistons fans were also roaring as hard as they could. Although their voices were immediately extinguished by countless Suns fans, they never went out.
"Guys, what do we want?" Zhou Quan shouted sharply.
"Victory! Victory! Victory..."
The cry of the piston sounded again, endlessly.
Sun Zhenping shouted excitedly: "The Pistons shouted out their team training. This is a reflection of their will and morale. I hope they can overcome the shadow of the Suns' home court, break the cage, and soar into the sky."
"It's begun, it's begun!"
Today is Sunday, and countless people in the country are already sitting in front of the TV.
…
At eight o'clock, the game starts.
"Snapped!"
Jumping the ball, Seikali jumped up and moved the ball towards Zhou Quan.
Zhou Quan received the ball, suddenly made a back dribble, dribbled with his left hand, and began to break through from the left side of the Lightning.
Lightning retreated quickly, then accelerated and stepped over the opponent. His right shoulder caught the opponent's right shoulder. Lightning was knocked back and staggered back. Taking this opportunity, he used strength again, rushed forward, and hit his left elbow. Zone, it's just a pull-up jump shot, without giving other defenders a chance to make up defense.
On this shot, his hands were very stable and he was full of confidence.
"brush!"
The next moment, water splashed and the basketball accurately passed through the basket.
"Beautiful pull-up jump shot. I feel that Tekken's pull-up jump shot is no longer weaker than Jordan's." Bill Walton said with a smile.
Williams said: "Tekken's face-to-the-basket skills are already very comprehensive, but now he lacks back-up skills. When he first entered the league last season, he played a lot of post-ups on the outside, but his skills were not good enough. He mainly relied on his tonnage advantage to post-up. Later, after the technology of noodle baskets improved, noodle baskets were the mainstay.”
Bill Walton nodded and said: "In terms of back-ups, now I mainly turn around and step back and my jump shots are pretty good. I have a first-class level. Others are not good."
At this time, the Suns launched an attack. Barkley hit Rodman with his back and missed a jump shot.
It was a little off, and the basketball bounced forward. It was taken down by Zhou Quan who rushed down from the high position, and the Pistons attacked.
"Oh, Zhou Quan advances very quickly. Does he want to play faster and take advantage of stronger impact?" Zhang Lijia said.
At this time, Zhou Quan had already rushed to the right position at the top of the arc. Before the inside lines of both sides could get into position, his attack was over as soon as he raised his knife and dropped it.
"brush!"
The water splashed and the mid-range shot hit.
"Oh, a pull-up jumper from the right elbow. It was a pull-up jumper from the left elbow just now. It was also very decisive. Has the Iron Fist tonight turned into a killer?" Bill Walton exclaimed.
"At the beginning, I felt the indescribable sharpness from Iron Fist, like a carefully polished knife. Is it the psychological change caused by the media public opinion in the past two days? Has the negative public opinion become his whetstone? Incredible! ” Williams equally exclaimed.
"Kevin, keep an eye on him!"
Westphal shouted at Lightning.
Lightning gasped and nodded. He was caught by the first ball. He had just caught up with the second ball, but he thought Iron Fist would go straight in, but his prediction was wrong and he rushed over.
Changes, constant changes, and difficulty in predicting subsequent technical moves. This is what he felt from Zhou Quan, and it is also the reason why it is difficult for him to defend.
At this time, he understood why the Bulls were eliminated and why Jordan couldn't guard Zhou Quan. It was really difficult to guard him.
At this time, Richard served. He caught the ball one step below the free throw line, then turned around and advanced two steps. When he dribbled downward, as soon as the ball left his hand, he found the iron fist in front of him pounced on him.
"It's going to be bad!"
I thought for a moment, and my first reaction was to protect the ball, but it was already too late.
"Snapped!"
With the sound of the blow, he reached down to catch the ball with his right hand and found nothing. Then the Iron Fist rushed up and pushed him to the side. He rushed over and he quickly turned around and chased after him.
"Oh, the ball was stolen..." Sun Zhenping shouted excitedly.
On the Pistons bench, all the substitutes stood up.
"boom!"
The next moment, Zhou Quan, who had stolen the ball from a high position, had already taken off. He pulled his body into a bow and made a tomahawk-style dunk, which exploded the Suns' basket.
"Oh ho!"
The Pistons bench and Pistons fans cheered instantly.
"Sure enough, it's so murderous!" Zhang Lili exclaimed.
"Defense!"
Zhou Quan shouted sharply.
"yes."
Rodman and others shouted back.
"These guys, how should we deal with them?"
Iron Fist made three out of three shots. The Pistons' morale was so strong that they couldn't score a single point. Barkley was a little confused. He had already lost the G1 game and he was afraid of losing the G2 game.
(End of chapter)
