signingbooks Chapter 186 Bowen: Maybe I can't stop you, but I can disgust you!
Chapter 186 Bowen: Maybe I can't stop you, but I can disgust you!
Neither Auerbach nor Jackson tolerated anything beyond their plans.
On the Bulls' bench, before Jackson could speak, Jordan took the lead: "Okay, isn't it just a simple 2, I'll give it back to them, or do you want to see a dunk? 35
Jordan paused, looked at everyone on the scene, and shrugged: "Let's take a look, but I can't deduct as high as Luke. After all, the highest they are on the field is about as high as Scott, Why don't any of you negotiate and let them send that old Willis guy?
Jordan's rare joke made all of them breathe a sigh of relief.
Yes, when it comes to the background board of the button and drink, is there anyone who has more background boards than Jordan's crotch, and has a higher level?
Isn't it 2 points!
One mid-range shot, two free throws, two points!
Seeing Jordan's relaxed appearance, Phil Jackson breathed a sigh of relief, this guy, no matter how bastard "March 17" is usually, at times like this, he will definitely stand up without hesitation!
"Dennis, Scott, let's continue with our strategy and defense! Lin wants to show off his skills and dribbling? No problem! Let him show off! Let's see if his stamina will allow him to support two quarters! Tired him Damn, let him play softly in the fourth quarter!
On the Celtics side, Auerbach ordered: "The next round, Michael Jordan will definitely stand up! He will definitely use a wonderful score to restore the morale of the team. If he can't do it, then the Bulls The morale of the team will collapse! We are completely knocked down by us.”
"I will say it bluntly: as long as we can hold the next round and don't let Jordan score, we will win 80% of this game! Therefore, it is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that the next round is the most critical round of the whole game! Gentlemen, next round, I don't care what you guys do, don't let Jordan score! Understand?
With the end of the timeout, ten players from both sides returned to the court again.
The two coaches still did not make any adjustments. Obviously, they left the adjustment to the players themselves.
Lin Long looked at the Bulls who were about to serve, and suddenly pulled Bowen in his ear and said, "Bruce, do you know what defense is the most disgusting and makes the opponent want to beat you the most?"
"Cushion man? Black hand? Pulling the lifeblood?" Bowen said several times in a row, and at first he was a good student of Ranbir.
"Of course not! We don't hurt people! I said we don't hurt people!" Lin Long rolled his eyes and said, Ranbir is really good at turning little white rabbits into big bad wolves: "But fouls are fine. , What do you think Jordan would have done if he was fouled every time he wanted to shoot, every time he was about to start an attack, and was going to throw the sideline?"
Bowen's eyes lit up and said, "I see! I'll make him sick! I'll seize the opportunity to not let him free throws, but like this, the number of fouls in this quarter..."
"Just the right amount, just let him shoot, just two points, but if you want to break through and show off, just go to the sideline and serve! By the way, remember your foul count, you only have one foul now, you can still have fun More!"
After Lin Long explained two more sentences, Bowen was let go.
At this time, the Bulls' advance was almost in the frontcourt. Bowen faced Jordan and said sinisterly: "I know this round is definitely going to ask you to hit a wonderful goal to retaliate! But you can't do it!"
"Oh? Do you think you can defend me?""
Jordan chewed gum and strolled around the court unhurriedly, waiting for an opportunity.
"Maybe I can't stop you, but I can stop you from scoring! Wait to die, you are an underdeveloped guy who was hated by Madonna." Bowen's second half sentence, once again thought of his entire game today The trash talk that has never been said is sprayed out again at this time, so that Jordan can have a good memory of his youth.
"court death!"
Jordan scolded, suddenly raised his arms, pushed Bowen, and then ran to the 3-point line, ready to catch the ball.
Bowen slowed down a bit, stabilized his body, and immediately started running wildly, trying to stop Jordan from catching the ball.
But this is simply too late!
But that's what Jordan wanted the most!
What Jordan wanted was the moment when Bowen was in a hurry to catch up, lost his defensive position and was eager to regain his position, which would give him the best chance.
The moment Bowen caught up, Jordan made a quick and wonderful cross step.
It flashed past Bowen and passed him cleanly.
Jordan immediately took his breath away and pushed his speed to the extreme in an instant. When he wanted to hit the basket and get a dunk that didn't lose to Lin Long, the referee suddenly blew the whistle and stopped the game.
"Bruce Bowen, Foul!"
"What? I wasn't fouled at all!"
Even Jordan was abruptly stopped after he had fully started, and his face was full of displeasure.
But at this time, Bowen behaved like a primary school student who had just learned to play basketball, raised a hand and said, "No, I fouled the referee, I dragged his clothes!
Jia Wei said with a sullen face: "Yes, you have fouled! You even raised your hand for me to see!"
What Javi said was right, if it wasn't for Bowen holding up his other hand frantically, he really didn't want to call a foul of this level. After all, the referee is also a fan, who wouldn't want to see how Jordan responded to Lin?
However, Bowen took the initiative to apply, and there was indeed a foul.
The aggrieved Jordan shook his head helplessly, Bowen's rogue made him a little speechless.
I can't tell Jia Wei that people will foul me in the future, so don't blow it!
As the Bulls sent the sideline kick again, Bowen smirked and posted Jordan again: "Michael, guess I made a foul on this shot?"
"Fuck off!" Jordan had never seen this kind of reverse trash talk. He always told his opponents, "Guess how I beat you with this ball." Today, someone else asked him to guess whether he committed a foul or not?
Jordan took his mind and started dribbling the ball again, looking for a breakthrough rhythm.
After another great change of direction, Jordan once again swayed Bowen's defense and directly threw away half of his body.
Jordan, who got a lot of space, suddenly stopped, he wanted to wait for Bowen to foul.
Then take the opportunity to shoot, so as to complete a 2+1.
But to his surprise, Bowen didn't foul this time. Instead, after a quick lateral move, he once again blocked in front of Jordan.
"Unexpected!"
Bowen smirked, stretched out his arms, and covered Jordan again.
At this time, there are only 5 seconds left in the attack time, and Jordan is no longer allowed to find a rhythm to break through Bowen. Jordan can only make a direct mid-range 3.3 shot after the two crotch in place!
Bowen's height and reflexes are naturally far inferior to Jordan's. This simple and direct style of play is one of his most helpless.
"Shh!"
Jordan is Jordan.
Even if you are so anxious and have no rhythm, you can still ask for anything in the middle distance.
But the 2-point score was scored, but the breakthrough he promised to his teammates was not achieved, which made Jordan, who was very competitive and gambled, extremely unhappy.
"Break up you self-righteous bastard!"
After Jordan made up his mind secretly, he never thought about anything else.
Quickly changed the mentality from a good-looking one to "kill you asshole".
In the rest of the third quarter, Jordan made a frantic shot, chasing Bowen's non-stop singles, and with an exceptionally high hit rate, once again played a very personal style of the game.