Chapter 357 I will never admit defeat! Because I am Michael Jordan!
Chapter 357 I will never admit defeat! Because I am Michael Jordan!
Serious foul problems made the Knicks' halftime room as quiet as a funeral scene. Although they were only one point behind, all the Knicks players, especially the inside players, did not have any expectations for the second half of the game. .
Even when they think about the team's smug completion last summer, the team claimed to have formed the strongest lineup in Knicks history, they can't help but feel a little funny.
Four all-stars, the league's overlord Jordan in the past ten years joined, with this kind of lineup, can't even win even a game from the Celtics?
Jeff Van Gundy's short stature and bald head have made him ridiculed by many, but everyone knows that his small stature contains boundless courage and passion.
Even if his tactics are always stubborn, even if his personnel are always cautious, even if his on-the-spot command and tactical arrangements are always questionable.
But no one ever doubted Van Gundy's courage and passion.
But at this time, even Van Gundy, the guy who had never admitted defeat and was not afraid of Mourning, fell silent.
Some of him do not know how to start, some do not know how to boost the morale of the team.
Van Gundy didn't say anything, but he knew that the Knicks were over.
Even Van Gundy knows, I'm afraid all players think so too.
After almost 531 minutes of silence, the locker room, where no one spoke, was silent as if the game was still going on, and everyone was still on the field.
At this time, someone finally stood up.
Michael Jordan.
The 36-year-old king once again took the lead and stood up and said indifferently: "Guys, do you think we are lost?"
Jordan paused, looked at his teammates who were deadly enemies last year, and continued: "Honestly, I feel the same way, I think we're done, my damn legs can't keep up with Lin Long's breakthrough, my damn I can't consistently score under Lin Long's defense."
"This year is the first time I've admitted that I'm getting old and I'm not the best guy in the league. Patrick, John, you're all my good guys, you know, it's a lot harder for me to admit defeat than to just kill me, but I admit it, I admit tonight, I am not as good as Lin Long, I can't defend him and I can't beat him.""
"I know everyone thinks the same as me. And I'll be honest, I don't know what to do, I haven't lost in my career. I've lost to the Celtics led by Larry Bird, lost to Detroiters with bad boys and even Orlando beat me up once, but I've never felt this powerless."
"Every time I lost before, I believed that it was just a stepping stone on my way to become stronger, and I believed that next season, I could definitely kill them! But today, I admit that next season, maybe the gap between us will be less. Bigger. Me, Patrick, John, next year will only be older, slower, and more powerless.
After Jordan finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, pinched his waist with both hands, paused for a full minute before continuing: "This feeling is really bad, I Never felt this way. Michael Jordan, lost! This feeling, only a baseball field has ever given me.
Another long, deep breath followed, and Jordan said, "To be honest, I don't know what I'm talking about, or if it's going to help us. But I have to say, I know I have to say. , I know I have to stand up, and I also know I can't just surrender."
"No why, no goddamn why! If you have to, because I'm a hell of a Michael Jeffrey Jordan!"
"In the second half of the game, give me all the balls, I will fight to the end, even if I know that I am not a match for Lin Long, even if I know that I am not Lin Long's opponent, in the second half, give me that damn basketball! Maybe we can't take away the victory today. , but we can take away our dignity! No why, because I am Michael Jordan! 35
Jordan's long speeches, without any words to boost the morale of the team, without any encouragement that we can win, or even listen carefully, every word of Jordan is revealing a message.
We are done, we are lost.
But the players of the Knicks, or at this time, regained a touch of vitality.
Ewing, who has always been known for his weakness, was the first to stand up and said: "Then let's give all the ball to Michael, and if Lin Long rushes inside again, I will continue to give him a good look! Maybe I will give him the third quarter. If I don't finish, I'll be sent off, but I'm sure my guys will fill my vacancy! I'll do everything I can, and again for no reason, because I'm Patrick Ewing!"
The speeches and expressions of the two leaders finally brought the Knicks back to life.
With anger and determination in their eyes, they left the locker room without hesitation and walked to the stadium.
Coach Van Gundy stayed at the end, the clearest of all, and the one who knew how far away they were from winning.
Looking at the backs of all the players leaving, he couldn't help shaking his head.
"If only I could have had Michael Jordan five years ago.
Back in the second half of the game, Lin Long was the first to notice that the Knicks were rejuvenated, he walked up to Jordan and said, "Looks like, you still don't understand the gap between us? Let me guess, yes Coach Van Gundy gave you the freshest chicken soup?
"You guessed wrong this time, Lin." Jordan chewed gum, his eyes full of indomitable progress: "There's no damn chicken soup. I even just admitted in the locker room that we were lost! 99
"But I admit it is mine, whether you can take it or not depends on your ability! If you have one, let me see your determination to sweep us! 35
Looking at Jordan, Lin Long couldn't help touching his nose, and even a little excited: "I will never let others down in this kind of thing!
With the conversation between the two, the second half of the game officially began.
Charlie Ward dribbled the ball forward again, and this time, instead of looking for screens and pick-and-rolls, Jordan reached for the ball at the top of the arc, as he had done countless times before.
Then, Jordan bent down, his eyes seemed to be able to absorb the soul of a human being, stared at Lin Long, and then suddenly accelerated and charged!
At this moment, Lin Long felt that Jordan seemed to have drank the holy water to restore youth, and his speed suddenly skyrocketed by an unknown amount.
"Huh! 99
Jordan, who passed Lin Long, didn't dribble too much. He just slapped the ball and shot a jumper. He overtook the score again for the team and scored 520 for the first point of the second half.
"That's how you don't disappoint?" Jordan shrugged his shoulders in a signature style: "If you're just this level, then you can't win tonight! 35
Lin Long was completely inspired by Jordan's competitive DNA!
Adrenaline was secreting fast, he directly asked Billups for a basketball, and quickly pushed forward.
"Michael, you're talking like that, but you're going to bring bad luck to Patrick!" Lin Long had just finished speaking, and he had already accelerated again, and the smoke flashed past Jordan, and Jordan was cleaned up with one step!
On the offensive end, Jordan can rely on skill, fake moves and timing to smooth out the physical gap.
But on the defensive end, no matter how perverted Jordan's mental attributes are, it is difficult to change the fact that his lateral speed has fallen off a cliff!
Lin Long, who had passed Jordan one step at a time, still did not intend to shoot in the mid-range. Once again, Lin Long rushed into the Knicks' interior like a tiger going down the mountain.
It seems that there are not two 210-centimeter super defensive masters here, but two lambs who can only bleat!
Ewing jumped up again fearlessly. This time, Ewing kept his body straight up and down as much as possible, without giving Lin Long any additional movements, and his body contact was controlled within 3 seconds.
The referee didn't blow the whistle!
But Ewing's excitement only ends here!
Lin Long's body suddenly retracted, the basketball was retracted from the top of his head to his waist, and then stretched out from Ewing's armpit, bypassing the two defenders, directly picking the basket, scoring 2 points for the team!
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