At eight o'clock, the game starts.
Jump ball, Pistons attack.
Zhou Quan took the ball to the left wing, the assassin was at the top of the arc, Joe Dumars was on the right wing, and all three were on the three-point line.
"Zhou Quan holds the ball and the Assassins play without the ball. It seems that my guess is true." Zhang Lili said.
Sun Zhenping nodded and said: "Looking at the way he walks, there is indeed something wrong with him. The injury should not have recovered."
Bang...bang...bang bang!
After making a tactical gesture, Zhou Quan dribbled the ball slowly at first, but then suddenly exploded the ball, initiated a breakthrough, and broke through from the right.
Lightning retreated quickly, Zhou Quan changed direction to the right and headed towards the left elbow area. Dan Marly in the high position immediately moved one step laterally to help defend.
Zhou Quan raised the ball high and forced his way in. After taking two steps, when Dan Marley and Kevin Johnson caught up with him, he suddenly took off, threw it back in the air, and made a pass behind his head.
"Assassin!" Zhang Lili shouted.
After Danmar left, the Assassin immediately moved from the top of the arc to the left wing. Zhou Quan's pass was a little low. He leaned over to catch the ball and adjusted before taking off.
He didn't jump, he just stepped up with his right foot, but didn't dare to exert any force on his left foot.
"Big opening!" Bill Walton shouted.
At this moment, at the scene and in front of the TV, countless Detroiters were staring closely at the basketball flying towards the basket.
"brush!"
The water splashed and he hit a three-pointer.
"Oh ho!"
The moment the basketball entered the basket, countless cheers erupted in the Palace of Auburn Hills and Detroit.
"Isiah, good job." Zhou Quan ran over and stretched out his hand.
"Thank you, Iron Fist." The assassin thanked him sincerely.
Far away in New York, Bill Laimbeer saw this and couldn't help but cursed: "Damn Thomas, you are on good terms with his brothers. I have been so miserable by you. Can you deserve me?"
He wanted to be a coach, but unfortunately no team has contacted him to this day, and there was no response to the application letter he sent, which made him increasingly dissatisfied with the Assassins.
Suns offense.
"brush!"
During the fast break, Zhou Quan almost caught the ball, but he still shot firmly after adjusting the angle and hit the ball.
"Oh, that shot was so decisive!" Bill Walton exclaimed.
"The more goals like this are scored, the better the luck, because Lady Luck always favors those with the strongest will," Williams said.
Pistons offense.
"boom!"
Joe Dumars missed a jumper.
"brush!"
Looking back, Dan Malley took a shot on the assassin's head. The assassin's movement was affected and his defense was weak. He easily hit a mid-range shot.
"4:3, the Pistons attack. Now both sides are very determined in their offense. They are not sloppy and take action after receiving the ball." Zhang Lijia said.
"Isn't the assassin coming down yet?"
"brush!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Quan hit his first jumper tonight.
4:5, the Suns attack.
It was Dan Marley again, hitting the assassin out of position. At this time, the assassin suddenly went up and hugged the opponent, and then the referee blew the whistle.
"We have made a substitution. Sure enough, the Assassin is a pseudo-starter. Give him a position as the main starter to show respect." Zhang Liang said.
"Mark, fight better."
"Isiah, leave it to me."
The Pistons replaced Mark Aguirre, and the two friends hugged on the sidelines.
"Mark Aguirre, the No. 1 pick in 1981, a three-time All-Star substitute, and a main member of the 1989 and 1990 championships."
"Isiah Thomas, the second overall pick in 1981, 11-time All-Star, including 10-time All-Star starting point guard in the Eastern Conference, core of the championship in 1989 and 1990, assists leader in 1985, three-time All-NBA First Team, two-time All-NBA Second team, selected to the All-Rookie First Team in the 1981/82 season, FMVP in the 1990 Finals, and All-Star AMVP in 1984 and 1986."
The on-site commentator, the bearded John Lowes, also introduced the information of the two in a timely manner, and the Pistons fans at the scene gave very warm applause.
The game restarted, Dan Marley singled out Mark Aguirre and missed a shot. Rodman grabbed the rebound and the Pistons attacked.
"Mark Aguirre's defense is average, but Dan Marley's athleticism is also average, so he can handle it," Bill Walton said.
"Unless Dan Marley has a big hand and can beat Mark Aguirre, he's not a big enough threat," Williams said.
The two sides went back and forth. The defensive intensity in the first quarter became stronger and stronger, and the feel of both sides also became worse. There were only two minutes left in the first quarter. At 15:20, with stronger defense, the Pistons led by 5 points. .
Then after coming on the bench, the Pistons continued to maintain their defensive intensity. The two sides began to fight hand-to-hand, and the defensive intensity was more intense than when the main force was on the court.
Bill Walton analyzed: "Chuck Daly's plan is very clear. He should play defense on the bench. He should use this method to weaken the offense of the Suns' bench."
Williams said: "The idea is right, the Assassins can no longer play, the Pistons' bench lineup has been further weakened, the pressure on the main players has increased, and the bench must step up and take on more tasks.
But their strength is limited. When they can't score more points, they can only work harder on the defensive end to suppress their opponents' scoring. "
After halftime, 40:40, the Suns regained the score with a stronger bench lineup.
Barkley was so excited that the half-time tie gave him his chance.
He only played 20 minutes in two quarters today. He still has physical fitness and can still compete in the second half.
"Charles, can you save the match point tonight?"
"Sir, is there any hope?"
"Barkley scored 11 points on only 4 of 11 shots in the first half. You should give up on this performance."
"Barkley, you are going to lose. We will win the championship tonight."
The tunnel was crowded with reporters, who shouted as Barkley entered.
Buckley glared at the two local reporters and said to the reporters in Phoenix: "Just wait, we will not give up, we have the strength to come back."
"Mr. Buckley, can you answer a question?" ATV reporter Liu Fangping couldn't squeeze in and shouted loudly through several people.
But he didn't get an answer from Buckley, who walked over without even looking at him.
"Assassin, are you planning to retire?"
"Definitely not today."
"Iron Fist, is there any hope today?"
"certainly."
At this time, the Suns walked in, and a group of reporters gathered around them. Zhou Quan and the others did not stop, they just dealt with it casually while walking inside.
Liu Fangping didn't squeeze in. He didn't seem to dare to squeeze in with the Americans. He looked very polite. Seeing that the Suns were about to pass, he was very anxious.
He had no chance of being overturned at the post-game press conference because he had participated many times and his position was arranged at the back. The host could not even see him. He did not have a chance to ask questions. He just wanted to be here. I looked for an opportunity to ask questions, but I didn’t expect there would be a chance.
When he saw Zhou Quan passing by, he was so anxious that he asked loudly in English outside: "Zhou Quan, can you answer a question?"
When Zhou Quan heard his Chinese name, he turned around and took a look. He didn't recognize him, so he walked over without stopping.
Several people at CCTV are familiar with him, but this person is not, and there are no other reporters from the country. If there are, they will definitely contact him in advance. They should be reporters from other places. He does not want to waste his rest time.
"What big name are you pretending to be?"
Liu Fangping muttered dissatisfiedly.
He was speaking in English, and the surrounding reporters heard him and looked over.
A reporter from the New York Times said in surprise: "Isn't Iron Fist big enough? He is an NBA superstar, a superstar who can knock out Michael Jordan, and he is a sports star with influence in the industry. Once he wins the championship, he will be FMVP."
"Boy, are you Japanese? This is Tekken's territory. Be careful what you say." A reporter from the Detroit Sports News spoke very rudely.
Liu Fangping smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and did not dare to refute.
At this time, a reporter from the Detroit Daily Worker said: "Last year, a Japanese attacked Iron Fist at the United Center. Be careful. This Japanese also has malicious intentions towards Iron Fist."
At this point, he shouted to a team of security guards: "Security, hurry up and check this Japanese."
"NONONO, I'm not Japanese, I'm not, I'm from Xiangcheng..." Liu Fangping hurriedly denied.
But it was too late. Several security guards immediately squeezed over and grabbed his arm.
"Sir, were you trying to attack Iron Fist?" a security guard said seriously.
"NO, I don't, no, I'm not Japanese, not..." Liu Fangping panicked.
"Come with us, we will hand you over to the police, or you can notify the Japanese Embassy."
"I want to inform the British Embassy that I am from Xiangcheng."
"That's up to you."
But the security guards didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and just grabbed his arm and carried him away.
CCTV's Fang Lin and Wu Qifeng saw this scene in the media box at the bottom line.
"Fang Lin, do you want to find Zhou Quan?" Wu Qifeng asked.
"I won't go. That man is not honest. He is not from the same group as us, and he is not a supporter of Zhou Quan. Why should we help him?" Fang Lin said decisively.
Wu Qifeng thought about it and didn't mention it again.
David Stern also noticed what was going on at the side of the court and asked about it. When he heard that a Japanese wanted to attack Iron Fist, he immediately said to the Pistons boss Davidson next to him: "Bill, don't kill people like last year. Yes, tell your people to be careful and leave it to the police."
Davidson smiled and said: "David, don't worry, we have been very careful since what happened last year."
The Pistons returned to the locker room. Chuck Daly analyzed the situation in the first half and said: "In the first half, everyone worked hard on defense and their shots were not very good. In the second half, we have to continue to work hard on defense, especially the substitute players. After going up, we must Defend hard and share the pressure for the main players.”
Then he said to Zhou Quan: "Zhou, you have to increase breakthroughs. We need to score more efficiently. At the same time, you have to pay attention to the openings of your teammates and distribute the ball in time."
"Understood." Zhou Quan nodded.
He played 19 minutes in the first half, making 4 of 10 shots, 0 of 1 three-pointers, and 2 of 2 free throws. He scored 10 points, 2 rebounds, 6 assists, 2 steals, 2 turnovers, and 2 fouls.
His efficiency is average. The Lightning tried their best to defend him today and always had a hand on him. His efficiency is low. Moreover, at the most critical moment of the finals, the whistle usually does not sound, and some of the Lightning's foul actions were not blown. Therefore, although the defensive intensity is high, there are not many free throw opportunities.
After a fifteen-minute break, the second half began.
Both sides have basically restored their main lineups. The Pistons' small forward is Mark Aguirre, and the Suns' center is Oliver Miller.
Oliver Miller took advantage of his powerful tonnage and wanted to get a deep position, but he found that he could not hold up Rodman. When three seconds came, he looked at Rodman unconvincingly when he retreated.
"Little brat, you're still breastfeeding. Use more strength. I can still withstand your father." Rodman said with a smile.
The trash talk made Oliver Miller lower his head. Although he was not angry, as a rookie, he did not dare to reply.
"boom!"
Dan Marley missed a three-point jumper over Joe Dumars.
Seikali struggled to grab the rebound from Rodman's head and threw it away.
Zhou Quan caught the ball and immediately went down quickly to start a fast break.
Lightning turned around and returned to defense in advance. At full speed, he ran one step ahead, but Zhou Quan behind him kept speeding up, chasing him away and making it impossible for him to establish a defensive position.
When Zhou Quan crossed the free throw line, Lightning still couldn't turn around. When he turned around forcefully, he had already jumped up.
"boom!"
"Oh ho!"
He stretched his bow, stretched his arm, and struck with one hand, and the palace of Mount Auburn suddenly boiled.
"Hoo ho ho..."
Lightning stood with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily with his mouth open, his head buzzing and his temples jumping.
Suns offense.
The Lightning did not play fast breaks, which he is best at, because his physical fitness was not very good by the time of the G5 game. Although he had an extra day of rest, the strong offensive and defensive intensity in the first half consumed most of his physical energy. The strategy in the three quarters was to stay in a stalemate, and head coach Westphal asked him to save some energy for the final quarter.
When he came to the top of the key and faced Zhou Quan's defense, without a three-pointer, he faced a problem. He had to either expend a lot of physical energy to break through with the ball, or give the ball to others. He chose to give the ball to Barkley. It was really... Unstoppable.
Rodman originally guarded Barkley, but Oliver Miller's tonnage was too big for Seikali to withstand, so Seikaly now defends Barkley.
Barkley caught the ball and used a small one to hit a big one. He got past Barkley and entered the paint area. Facing Rodman's quick defense, he made an emergency stop shot as he was not physically fit enough.
"boom!"
Under Rodman's block, the ball missed.
Oliver Miller took the opportunity to get into the basket and grab the rebound. Before taking off, he grabbed the ball with both hands and threw it hard towards the basket.
At this moment, he thought the ball in his hand was Rodman, and he wanted to slam Rodman into the basket and let out a bad breath.
"Snapped!"
But at this moment, a red, white and blue figure rushed in from above and slapped the front of the basketball hard with a very precise slap.
"Snapped!"
The basketball was instantly picked up and hit the backboard.
"boom!"
The moment the basketball hit the board, Oliver Miller's hands hit the rim, and then the rebounding basketball hit the left side of his face.
"ah!"
He fell off the basket in pain, covering his face and nose and screaming in pain, and nosebleeds flowed from between his fingers.
"Oh ho!"
Countless Pistons fans cheered instantly.
"Blood Cap! Iron Fist, Blood Hat rookie! Iron Fist, come on and say: Hey, rookie, welcome to the NBA! Haha..." The bearded John Rowes kept roaring excitedly.
Zhou Quan didn't have time to shout, the ball wasn't dead yet. He grabbed the basketball and was advancing forward quickly, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to hit more, but Oliver Miller under the basket hadn't caught up yet.
"brush!"
In the end, he went in with the ball, attracted Barkley's defense, and then passed the ball to Seikali, who made an open jumper and hit a goal.
At this point, the referee interrupted the game to let the Suns deal with Oliver Miller's nosebleed.
(End of chapter)
