Godfather of basketball: coach Dayao to win the championship

Michael Jordan looked at Francis, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

He just loves to see his opponents get the best of him with his trash talk.

After lacking a certain amount of reason, it will become much easier to deal with.

Francis held the ball, suddenly picked up speed, and broke through to the right.

Michael Jordan hurried to catch up, using his body to block the position, not giving Francis the space to successfully break through the past.

Feeling the power from Michael Jordan, Francis couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Then the calf muscles tensed up, exerting force suddenly.

Turn around and take off, fadeaway jumper!

Barkley couldn't help exclaiming from the sidelines: "Francis! He is trying to copy Michael Jordan's fadeaway jumper just now!"

The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew straight towards the basket.

"Bang!"

The basketball hit the basket, Dayao took advantage of the situation to protect the rebound, and then took off and dunked the ball in with one hand.

"It's a pity! Francis just wanted to use Michael Jordan's classic moves to return one! Unfortunately, he didn't score! The god of basketball is the god of basketball!" Barkley said proudly, as if he was talking to Francis on the court. The duel is the same as him.

Then he glanced at Smith, his expression looked very embarrassing.

Smith looked at Barkley's expression that was a bit of a beating, and he was a little annoyed.

This has just gained the advantage, and the bet has not yet been won!

It's so embarrassing now, if it really makes you win, then it's okay? !

Smith grabbed the microphone in front of him and said, "Barkley, you don't have to be too proud! Michael Jordan is very strong, but he's old. This matchup won't be decided until the second half!"

After Michael Jordan found out that Francis wanted to use his own tricks to attack, he was even more happy.

5 minutes, Michael Jordan has maintained a high-efficiency offense, and has been stimulating Francis with trash talk.

Francis, who was sprayed on the head, was led by the nose by Michael Jordan, and he only wanted to use Michael Jordan's tricks to attack.

However, use other people's signature moves to attack, not to mention whether the technical moves are familiar or not.In many cases, the offensive intentions will be perceived faster by Michael Jordan.

For a while, Francis' offensive efficiency was greatly reduced.

The score also came to 12 to 9 points, and the Rockets fell behind by three points.

The data comparison between the two is even more obvious.

Michael Jordan scored 8 points, [-] assists and [-] rebounds.

And Francis has only poor 5 points, [-] rebound, and [-] assists.

It can be said that during these 5 minutes, Francis lost.Lost completely.

Han Ning raised his wrist to look at his watch, finally couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand to signal for a timeout.

"Beep!"

Francis walked off the field with his head down, sat on the bench, covered his head with a towel, feeling very depressed.

"Francis, look up!" Han Ning looked at Francis and said in a deep voice.

Taking the towel off his head, Francis raised his head and looked at Han Ning with a guilty expression.

If it weren't for his obsession with Michael Jordan, the Rockets wouldn't have fallen behind.

However, to everyone's surprise, Han Ning did not criticize Francis!

"Francis! You are the head of the team! You are the head of the Rockets! Are you going to admit defeat like this?!"

Francis looked at Han Ning, with a hint of confusion and surprise in his eyes, and asked softly, "Boss...don't you blame me?!"

Han Ning shook his head with a serious expression and said, "Why should I blame you?! Did you blame you for falling behind?!"

The rest of the Rockets players all looked over.

He turned his head, looked around, and glanced over the faces of every Rockets player.

Han Ning said in a deep voice: "Francis, and you, listen to me!"

"You are all players recognized by me, Han Ning, and you are no worse than anyone else!"

"What happened to the God of Basketball?! Isn't the God of Basketball allowed to be defeated?!"

"Let me tell you Francis, if you give up today! Don't dare to compete with Michael Jordan! Then you are not worthy to be the head of the Rockets!"

Francis pursed his lips when he heard Han Ning's words, and his heartbeat became faster and faster.

He could understand that Han Ning not only didn't blame him, but also wanted him to continue the duel with Michael Jordan and win!

"But Boss...... I just played very badly." Francis said a little embarrassed.

After Michael Jordan's body began to gain weight, although his speed slowed down, his strength also increased a lot.

For Francis, who is also physically strong, this is equivalent to lacking an advantage in strength.

At the same time, Michael Jordan's height and wingspan are better than him, which makes him more disturbed when shooting.

The only thing that can take advantage is speed!

Under such circumstances, it is indeed difficult for Francis to win the duel.

However, Han Ning smiled slightly, folded his arms and said softly: "What are you afraid of! If you can't score once, you can hit twice! If you can't score twice, you can hit three times!"

"Remember, you are all fighters! Warriors, you are not allowed to retreat! Warriors, you must always move forward!"

"And, don't you forget, I'm still here!"

"Today, I will make you, Francis, a real godslayer! Tell the world that Michael Jordan is old! Now is our time!"

After hearing Han Ning's words, not only Francis, but other Rockets players couldn't help short of breath and became excited.

Become a godslayer and tell the world that this is our time!

By ourselves, we will end the last era with our own hands!

Han Ning observed the expressions on the faces of the players, feeling very proud.

joke!

I!Han Chicken Soup Master Ning!

When did you ever lose while feeding chicken soup? !

A bowl of chicken soup, let you enjoy super strong BUFF like chicken blood!

"Boss, what should I do!" Francis asked in a deep voice with firmness in his heart.

There was a weird smile on Han Ning's face, and he said softly: "Next, we won't play triangle tactics. Let's play bombardment instead!"

When the Rockets players heard Han Ning's words, they suddenly realized.

Yup!

Michael Jordan is 39 years old!

If you are fighting positional warfare, you can indeed perform well with the remaining oil in the fuel tank.

But what if I bombard you? !

Can you still run? !

I can't kill you!

Sure enough, the boss is the boss!

As far as this tactical ability is concerned, it is definitely the top in the league!