Reborn in the 96 golden generation

Chapter 273 Shouting to Jordan

The Jazz then launched a frantic counterattack, using skilled short passes to gradually infiltrate the Lakers' defense.

This trick really worked. The Lakers' outside trio was a little dazzled, lost sight of the other, the outside line was broken, and the pressure on the inside defense increased sharply.

"Brother Shark, don't go out easily, stick to the basket with me!"

Zhou Yu reminded in a hurried tone.

"Understood, Jazz and these old monkey cubs are really capable of tossing around, I must make them into meatloaf today!"

O'Neill nodded, gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

Not long after, Stockton came over with the wind and went straight to Zhou Yu with the ball.

Zhou Yu's pressure increased sharply. On the one hand, he had to protect the basket and on the other hand, he also had to prevent blocking fouls. His steps were a little messy.

Stockton seized the fleeting opportunity and made a one-handed dribble feint. While leaning forward, he quickly drew back, bypassing Zhou Yu in one fell swoop and slipping to the baseline.

O'Neill did not dare to act rashly, because Malone was watching him, and "Big Pyrenees" was also eager to try.

Stockton took advantage of O'Neal's wobbling, and immediately made a throw in the middle of the move. The suddenness of the shot made it hard to guard against.

Fortunately, Kobe rushed over to help the defense regardless of his own safety, flew up, and rewarded Stockton with a powerful pegboard cap like a dragon out of water!

The basketball bounced down, was snatched by O'Neal, and sent a precise and powerful direct pass. After the "madman" on the periphery got the ball, he immediately launched a fast-break counterattack, holding the ball alone, rushing towards the Jazz halftime.

Russell and Hornacek, who desperately returned to defense, could not stop the "madman" from advancing. The "madman" used the rapid change of direction to dribble one after another and succeeded in dunking with one hand!

"6:0", the Lakers continued to expand their lead, and the Jazz still scored zero, which made all the fans break their glasses and sigh.

"Oh, Susan, you see, the Lakers are in a crushing rhythm. The Jazz might as well surrender as soon as possible and prepare for next season."

Smith finally brought into play his specialty of "talking non-stop and endlessly", burying the Jazz for nothing.

"Seniors, don't underestimate the desire of an old and strong team to compete for the championship. For the old Malone and Stockton, this is probably the closest they are to the O'Brien Cup. You think they will easily Give up?"

Susan snorted coldly and asked back.

"That's true. The Jazz's experience and cooperation are commendable. However, they are still beaten so badly when the king of almighty Wang Zhizhi hasn't played yet. I don't think there is much hope for them."

Smith couldn't help shaking his head and sighed.

"It is precisely because Wang Zhizhi has stopped that the Lakers' offense is so smooth. He likes to occupy the ball so much. It's no wonder the Lakers don't lose."

Susan pointed out bluntly.

"Susan, calm down a little bit, let's not talk about Wang Zhizhi, let's talk about it with someone else."

Smith wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to persuade him.

The Jazz failed to attack many times. Not only was Sloan off the court completely unrecognizable, but the players on the court were also a little stunned. They seemed to be intimidated by the powerful aura of the Lakers.

Stockton had a bad premonition. If the Jazz don't score any more goals, I'm afraid people will lose their hearts. How can we talk about winning.

This time, Stockton went all out and prepared to personally end the Lakers.

All kinds of changing dribble moves emerged one after another, and Stockton tried his best to break through one after another.

The teammates dispersed one after another, not daring to take a half step forward. It was the first time they saw Stockton so desperate, as if he had a "hate for taking his wife" with a certain Lakers player.

Van Exel, who was mainly defending Stockton, was miserable. He was staggered and scrambled. He hoped that Stockton would make a move as soon as possible to save him from suffering.

As he wished, Stockton then made a mid-range shot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc and fell straight to the basket.

After a crisp sound of "swish", Stockton's mid-range shot made a steady hit!
I have to admit that Stockton's balance ability is too strong. It is really rare to maintain a stable feel under such high-speed operation.

"6:2", the Jazz finally got confused. At this time, more than four minutes have passed in the first quarter, and this is destined to be a low-scoring game.

The subsequent offense of the Lakers was still initiated by the outside players. Zhou Yu was happy to hide in the interior and play freely. He shot a basket if he had a chance, and grabbed a rebound if he didn't have a chance. It didn't matter if he couldn't grab a rebound.

Kobe and "Madman" saw that the Jazz's perimeter defense became more and more fierce, and began to frequently play pick-and-rolls, while Van Exel responded by interspersing and running in a wide range, and the three had a great time on the perimeter.

It's a pity that Van Exel's corner three-pointer failed to hit. The time for the two sides to compete for rebounding abilities has come. The eight big hands stretched out together, as magnificent as stars holding the moon.

To be more specific, Malone mostly relies on iron elbows and blocking positions to grab rebounds, while "Big Pyrenees" mostly relies on weight and roaring. Although he is loud, his jumping ability and explosive power are average.

In contrast, the Lakers are a bit lame. O'Neal's weight and jumping ability are excellent, and he is naturally a good rebounder, but the sad thing is that Zhou Yu has no weight, and his jumping ability is also average. It's the height and wingspan plus the trouble, even if you can't grab the rebound, you have to destroy the ball that the opponent is about to get.

This time it was the same again, seeing that "Big Pyrene Bear" was about to grab a rebound, but Zhou Yu jumped up from behind, slapped the ball on his "bear brain", and finally refracted it into O'Neill's hand.

O'Neal was overjoyed, and immediately passed the ball, and the Lakers were lucky to win the "second attack" opportunity.

"Big Pyrene Bear" was so angry that he kept staring at the referee. The referee shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression on his face. As long as Zhou Yu didn't hit the ball on his head, it wouldn't be considered a foul.

Faced with the hard-won "second attack" opportunity, the Lakers' outside trio played very patiently. Under the excitement, they actually played "double screens", and they were smooth and unpretentious.

In the end, Kobe fired from a 45-degree mid-range shot on one side, and the basketball hit the net with a crisp sound!
"8:2", the Lakers led the Jazz again by six points, and Kobe's mid-range shot finally exploded with amazing power. Excited, he threw his fist at the camera on the sidelines and roared: "Jordan! Did you see that? I am the real king of CIC!"

Coincidentally, Jordan's Bulls just didn't have a game today. At this moment, he was sitting around the TV with Pippen and Rodman, watching the game.

"Boss, this bastard named Kobe is simply too disrespectful to you. He dared to openly challenge you. He is so ignorant!"

Rodman, wearing a row of shiny earrings, complained for Jordan.

"Yeah, boss, who in the league doesn't know that your fadeaway is the best, and he only scored a few goals, how dare you shout like that!"

Pippen is also indignant.

"Both of you are a little superficial. As a real basketball player, how good is your strength? Whether you can win or not is another matter. The key is to have a competitive heart. Kobe is very similar to me when I was young. I really can’t wait to fight against him.”

A cold light flickered in Jordan's eyes, and a strange arc flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, I remember, the person you want to fight the most is Wang Zhizhi, why did you suddenly change?"

Pippen was a little puzzled.

"Although Wang Zhizhi has two brushes, he does not play in the same position as me, and needs to be handed over to Rodman."

Jordan smiled.

(End of this chapter)