"Iron Fist, how are you doing tonight?" a reporter from TNT asked in the corridor.
Zhou Quan walked forward and replied with a smile: "I slept well last night and rarely dreamed."
"Ah this?"
The reporter was startled, unable to understand what Zhou Quan meant.
"Michael, how are you feeling tonight?"
On the other side, the same reporter from TNT was interviewing Jordan.
"I want to beat the Iron Fist." Jordan said firmly.
The interviews between the two were conducted through TNT cameras and placed on a hanging screen outside in real time.
"I understand that Jordan wants to beat Iron Fist, and his condition is not bad. But Iron Fist said he had less dreams last night and slept well. What does that mean?" Larry Bird said doubtfully.
Magic Johnson shook his head and said: "Orientals are weird. They have their own unique way of thinking and expression."
"Zhou Quan must mean that he is in good condition. He will be in good condition if he sleeps well." Zhang Li said with a smile.
Xu Jicheng nodded excitedly and said: "Then there will be a greater chance of winning the championship tonight."
At 8:10, Zhou Quan and Jordan led the team to the player tunnel almost at the same time. They both glanced at the championship trophy outside before their eyes met.
"Jordan, even if you hide in Lady Luck's crotch and kneel down to lick it, I will kill you tonight." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
When Jordan heard this, his face trembled wildly, and then he said fiercely: "We have decided on the tiebreaker. Boy, I must be the one who wins in the end."
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "Winning this championship and putting this team on the shelves will definitely make me happy."
"The bull is going to collapse, haha..."
Rodman burst into laughter immediately afterwards.
This sentence made Michael Jordan unable to fight back. He could not swallow his words back and could only stare at Zhou Quan fiercely.
"Your Bulls are becoming part of history, and I am making history." Zhou Quan said the last word and then walked out of the tunnel.
"Shh!"
Earth-shattering boos and shouts rang out, and strong psychological pressure tried to impact Zhou Quan's psychology like a tangible thing.
He smiled again and waved to the fans.
After all, there were also some Chinese and international students at the scene, holding huge cardboard sheets with his name written on them and wearing his SuperSonics No. 1 jersey. He could not fail to respond.
"Hey, Flying Pig, Dream, since you are here, you should study hard and gain something." He went over to greet his friends and said when he saw Barkley and Olajuwon.
"What's the catch?"
"What to study?"
Barkley and Olajuwon asked with straight faces.
"Learn how to win the championship. Don't you want to win the championship? You will soon witness how I won the second championship. Don't waste this learning opportunity." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
"Pfft!"
Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Bill Walton laughed at the same time.
"You bastard!"
Barkley and Olajuwon started rolling up their sleeves.
Zhou Quan glanced at David Stern and said with a smile: "Don't say whether you can beat me or not. If you dare to do it in front of him, I will definitely give you a letter of submission."
"snort!"
The two snorted coldly, turned around and sat back in their seats.
"Hello, Mr. Stern." Zhou Quan walked towards Stern.
"Zhou, work hard and you will achieve great success in the United States. I believe you have the ability." Stern said with a smile.
"thanks, I will."
…
At 8:30, the game starts.
"Bull! Bull..."
"Supersonic! Supersonic...
The shouts of the fans from both sides were intertwined, and in the end, the home fans, who had the absolute advantage, suppressed the voices of the away fans.
Jump ball, Bulls attack.
Toni Kukoc pulled to the right wing, covering each other in pick-and-rolls with Jordan, and Rodman guarded Will Perdo under the basket.
Zhou Quan was chasing after Jordan. He was in very good condition and reacted very quickly. No matter whether Jordan was running counter-attack or pick-and-roll, he was not left behind, and he always maintained the angle to cut off Jordan's ball.
Pippen was holding the ball on the left wing and saw Jordan being stared at by Zhou Quan. For a moment, he had no chance. At this time, Wilperdo blocked Rodman under the basket, and when he was in position, he passed the ball in.
Perdo caught the ball and leaned sideways on Rodman to hit a hook shot. Unfortunately, his strength was limited and he missed the shot under the basket. Rodman hit the ball with one hand in time to Zhou Quan, who rushed in to help defend.
Zhou Quan took the ball to the right wing, and Kendall Gill went to the top of the key.
"Hey, changed the offensive position?" Xu Jicheng said.
"Zhou Quan has no fixed offensive position at all. He can play on either left, center or right." Zhang Lijia said.
"If you don't go to the top of the arc, you will be further away from Pippen. This should be an attempt to break through." Xu Jicheng said.
"Probably." Zhang Liji nodded.
Zhou Quan dribbled the ball outside the three-point line on the right wing and was in no rush to launch an attack.
Jordan judged that when Zhou Quan attacked from the right wing, he definitely did not want Pippen to double-team. This was different from the past. In the past, Zhou Quan even deliberately looked for Pippen to double-team to create open opportunities for Schrempf.
So there should be only one purpose for doing this now, which is to rush in and fight on your own.
After making a clear judgment, he was a little angry, because was Zhou Quan sure that he could not prevent his breakthrough?
The next moment, Zhou Quan suddenly started a tentative step, dribbling the ball and taking a step to the right at an extremely fast speed.
Jordan was mentally prepared and quickly retreated.
But the next moment, Zhou Quan took back his tentative step, and then jumped up with the ball.
The moment the basketball was released, he was focused on nothing and was highly focused. His full panoramic vision allowed him to lock the spatial position of the basket tightly, and he shot the basketball according to a fixed trajectory.
"Damn it!"
Jordan knew he had been fooled, but there was no way he could come back.
"Three points?"
"Fake surprise and real surrender?"
When Zhou Quan jumped to take action, both Zhang Lili and Xu Jicheng were very surprised.
"brush!"
The water splashed and the three-pointer hit.
"Congratulations, Fei Ren, your prediction was wrong." Here comes Zhou Quan's trash talk.
Jordan ignored Zhou Quan. This bastard tried to undermine his self-confidence with trash talk. He had sinister intentions and he would not be fooled.
Bulls offense.
Pippen attacked with the ball on the left wing. Jordan suddenly ran to the top of the key from the right wing. BJ made a pick-and-roll and blocked Zhou Quan.
At this time, Pippen passed the ball, and Jordan immediately jumped after receiving the ball, completely ignoring Kendall Gill who was changing defense.
Zhou Quan bypassed BJ and was already one step behind. Kendall Gill took off and blocked the shot, but Jordan made a fadeaway jumper and didn't reach it.
"It's also three points?" Zhang Liji shouted anxiously.
"brush!"
The water splashed and he hit a three-pointer.
"Boy, have you gone on a trip? Why don't you come to defend me?" Jordan's trash talk also came.
"Well, I went to visit Lady Luck, and now the person under her crotch is Michael...Tyson." Zhou Quan replied.
"Shet!"
Thinking of Tyson, he remembered those terrifying fists, and Tyson's terrifying and murderous eyes, Jordan cursed.
"Are we going to fight for three points again today?" Xu Jicheng asked nervously.
"It's possible. I heard that Jordan has been practicing three-pointers, learning from Zhou Quan. Zhou Quan used to use three-pointers more than him." Zhang Liang said.
3:3, SuperSonics offense.
Zhou Quan once again held the ball to the right wing. After making a tactical gesture, he gave the ball to Kendall Gill at the top of the arc. After a transition, he took it back and then assumed a triple threat posture.
One step away, facing Zhou Quan's three powerful ribs, Jordan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
At this time, Gilliam in the low post suddenly lifted up and ran to the high post to set up a pick-and-roll for Kendall Gill. Gill took the opportunity to cut inside to the basket.
BJ got around Gilliam and was already one step behind.
Just as Gill was cutting inside, Zhou Quan suddenly raised his hands upwards and at the same time raised his feet, making a shooting motion of getting up and taking off the ball.
He just made a three-pointer. Jordan dared to let go of his three-pointer. The fake action was so realistic that he jumped up.
The next moment, Zhou Quan stepped back and dribbled one step to the left. The moment he lifted the ball with his left hand, he pushed hard toward the basket with both hands, and the basketball suddenly flew straight to the basket.
"Snapped!"
Gill just passed the free throw line, caught the ball, and layup two steps later, making an easy shot.
"pretty!"
Larry Bird couldn't help but admire: "The passing and cutting tactics after the high pick-and-roll, the iron fist scalpel-like precise passing broke all defenses, and Gill's inside cutting was also very beautiful. This cooperation was quite successful."
"Fei Ren, you misjudged again." Zhou Quan's trash talk came again.
Jordan snorted angrily and said, "You just got lucky this time."
Zhou Quan couldn't help but smile: "I'm not you. I don't want to get into Lady Luck's crotch. I will just let her take the initiative to lift her skirt to me."
"snort!"
Jordan was furious.
Ten seconds later, Jordan also assumed a triple threat posture towards Zhou Quan from outside the three-point line on the right wing.
"Michael, hit him."
"Michael, fuck him!"
Countless Bulls fans shouted excitedly.
"come!"
Zhou Quan leaned down one step away, his right hand covering Jordan's face who also leaned down, and provocative trash talk came casually.
"Toni Kukoc?"
At this moment, he heard the scuffing sound of sneakers coming from behind.
The next moment, he suddenly moved and took a step forward with his left foot, blocking Jordan's breakthrough angle from the outside.
"Pinch attack!"
At the same time, he shouted and stabbed the basketball on Jordan's chest with his right hand.
Almon Gilliam, who followed out, heard Zhou Quan's shout and immediately bypassed Kukoc in front, making a flanking movement and cutting off Jordan's breakthrough direction to the left elbow.
After Jordan let go of Zhou Quan's right hand that stabbed the ball, the breakthrough directions on the left and right sides were cut off. In front of him, there was only a two-foot-wide channel between Zhou Quan and Toni Kukoc, or a direct jump shot.
He could only choose to break through with the ball. Zhou Quan had moved to his front right side. Even if it was a fadeaway jumper, it would be difficult to escape the block. In addition to stealing, he was also very worried about Zhou Quan's blocks.
The next moment, he smashed the ball on the floor in front of him and broke through.
But all of this was a trap set by Zhou Quan's active defense. The passage in front was a pit. When Jordan's ball just left his hand, he quickly turned around and intercepted the ball before Jordan.
"Steal the ball! Steal the ball!"
The next moment, Zhang Lili roared excitedly.
"oh!"
Countless Bulls fans burst into exclamations.
"asshole!"
Jordan quickly moved laterally and blocked Zhou Quan who was about to make a quick move.
Looking at the glaring Jordan, Zhou Quan got unlucky, changed hands to control the ball, passed from the left side, and then quickly advanced along the left sideline.
He made an emergency stop at the three-point line. When Jordan followed up, he moved with his back again, switched to his right hand to control the ball, and at the same time changed direction to the right to break through.
Jordan reacted quickly and when he caught up, Zhou Quan stopped suddenly again and took a big step back while dribbling. This time, Jordan couldn't keep up and was pulled two meters away.
Taking this opportunity, Zhou Quan took off and shot.
"Another three points!" Xu Jicheng shouted.
"Hit it again! Zhou Quan once again hit a three-pointer and made 2 of 2 three-pointers. He is in really good shape tonight!" Zhang Lijia shouted excitedly.
"Flying Man, your prediction was wrong for the third time. We succeeded in all three attacks." Zhou Quan's trash talk came again.
Jordan took a deep breath. He knew very well that Iron Fist was taking advantage of his defensive failure to attack his psychology and morale. He could not be fooled.
8:3, Bulls attack.
Jordan caught the ball in the backcourt and quickly advanced to the right wing. Without stopping, he changed direction, broke through Zhou Quan, and headed towards the penalty area.
Gilliam threw Toni Kukoc to cover Jordan.
Jordan didn't pass the ball, changed direction again, and drove in close to the baseline.
Zhou Quan kept chasing behind him and had no chance to pass.
"boom!"
"Beep!"
When Jordan reached the right side of the basket, he combined the ball, took another two steps from under Rodman to the left side of the basket, then rose up and completed a backhand dunk. While dunking Rodman, he also Causing his thugs to foul.
"Oh ho!"
The entire United Center erupted in loud cheers.
Magic Johnson said excitedly: "Oh, haha, this is Michael Jordan. As long as he wants to, he can beat the Sonics alone."
Larry Bird said with a smile: "This attack really made Iron Fist and the others a little disgraced."
"Hey, Flying Man, you made a bet with Mutombo. Why don't you bet again this time? I bet you can't make this free throw with your eyes closed."
Staring at Jordan on the free throw line, Zhou Quan suddenly said.
"Um?"
Jordan looked at Zhou Quan and was very moved.
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "My free throw shooting percentage is ten percentage points higher than yours, and I don't dare to shoot free throws with my eyes closed. I bet you don't either."
"This guy wants to excite me?"
Jordan's heart moved. It was the regular season with Mutombo. It didn't matter if he missed the free throw. But this is the finals. Every point is very important. It may determine the victory of this game and even the championship. Belong.
"Hmph, kid, stop being so adventurous."
After thinking clearly, he suppressed the strong competitiveness in his heart and rejected Zhou Quan.
Zhou Quan is very sorry that this old boy didn't fall for the trick?
"brush!"
At this time Jordan hit an extra free throw.
8:6, SuperSonics offense.
Zhou Quan changed his offensive position again this time, pulling to the left wing, deliberately looking for Pippen to double-team, creating an opening for Schrempf.
"boom!"
Unfortunately, Schrempf did not hit this open three-pointer.
"mine!"
Rodman anticipated the ball's path, moved to the left midfield first, and grabbed the rebounding offensive rebound.
After losing the backcourt rebound, Phil Jackson on the sidelines shook his head helplessly.
Jerry Krause also said that he has no responsibility. His rebounding ability inside is obviously worse than that of the SuperSonics. In the first five games, the Bulls averaged 4.5 fewer rebounds per game. In a single game, the difference is not very big, but every game Average data is a big weakness.
The SuperSonics were the Bulls' opponent in last year's finals. Iron Fist was Jordan's strongest competitor in terms of strength and influence. As the general manager strengthens the lineup, the SuperSonics must be the most important reference team. This is his responsibility. .
If this finals series is ultimately lost, rebounding must be the most important reason for the loss.
Zhou Quan received the ball thrown by Rodman from outside the three-point line and organized the attack again.
This time he broke through with the ball on the left wing, attracted Jordan and Pippen to double-team, and then successfully distributed the ball to Schrempf again.
"brush!"
This time Schrempf did not ask for a three-pointer to be safe, but asked for two points from far away and hit the ball.
"damn it!"
"Shet!"
Even the double attack couldn't prevent Zhou Quan's pass, and Jordan and Pippen cursed at the same time.
This made them realize that if Iron Fist hits like this again, how can they defend themselves? There must be no double-teaming.
Not knowing what to do, they all glanced at Phil Jackson standing on the sidelines.
Phil Jackson was very helpless, feeling the same as Jordan and Pippen.
Double-teaming can limit Tekken's scoring, but it cannot limit his passing.
Without double-teaming, even Jordan couldn't stop Iron Fist from breaking through with the ball.
We are in a dilemma, and there is no way to have both ends.
10:6, the Bulls attacked and called the first timeout.
(End of chapter)
