You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Unless you promise that I will come back, I will not send you this trophy."

The night before Game6 started, Jordan’s fifth MVP trophy, Stern, had a complicated look. This NBA label figure introduced by him was now in the last year of his career.

At the peak of Jordan, Stern was looking for his successor.

"Big Dog" Glen Robinson, Penny Hardaway, Grant Hill, Kobe Bryant...

One after another outstanding young people appeared in front of the public eye under the name of Jordan's successor. They are all excellent, but none of them are real Jordans.

"They are all very good, but I just don't like it."

Almost this feeling.

The Magic Bird saved the NBA, and Jordan made the NBA the world's top sports league that can be as famous as the three major leagues in North America.

He brought the NBA to the world.

Today, he also hit the final year.

It's hard to say how much of Stern's words came from his sincerity. From today, he will accelerate the process of Jordan's successor.

The league needs a new facade.

Stern was very optimistic about Mo Mengchen, and even hoped to label him a Jordan successor.

But his style of play makes it difficult to call him his successor in conscience. He has a rare popularity among the new generation of stars, but his playing style is different from Jordan.

It is difficult to find a template for him, and he has not reached his peak.

Now he wanted to see how Mo Mengchen and Hill would fight Jordan.

Tonight, there were many celebrities on the scene.

Film stars, meteor singers, the diehards of the Bulls, top leaders of major leagues, and the owner of the Bulls Jerry Reinsdorf.

Jump in the middle.

The Pistons' starting center is not Theo Ratliff, but rookie Scott Pollard.

He was nervous.

This is normal. Ben Wallace will be absent for more than half a month because of a broken nose bridge. He was originally a substitute for the second center and temporarily took the position of Big Ben.

To protect Ratliff, Frause suddenly decided to start him.

This is a change that no one expected.

Pollard took a deep breath, facing Langley, the two were ready to jump the ball.

The referee slowly threw the ball into the sky. Langley was very experienced. Under normal circumstances, Pollard is not unable to fight one, but now he is too nervous.

Longley once again won the opening ball for the Bulls.

"The Pistons never seem to get the right to start." Hubby Brown vomited.

His partner Bill Walton smiled and said: "This is going to be their heart disease. Although the right to start the ball cannot affect the outcome of the game, if you can get the right ball from the start smoothly, from the psychological level Said that it has a positive impact on the player's performance."

The two of you said a word, suddenly, the scene whistle.

Alan Houston pinched his waist while defending Jordan's low back, and the unselfish bottom line referee blew a whistle of justice.

"The referee should have caught you these moves."

Jordan grabbed the ball with a hint of provocation, facing Houston.

Houston closed his eyes and wanted to calm down.

It is said that Hill was very pitted in the Eastern Conference finals, why is he not?

Hill attracted a lot of firepower for him. When the game is over, people will patiently analyze everyone's performance. When they see Houston's average score in this series fell to single digits, the accusations he faced will not be better than Hill. less.

Re-serving, Jordan is still in the post.

His teammates cleared the right side for him, and here he is left with Houston.

"Good opportunity!" Jordan will explode Houston every game, this is his daily homework, tonight.

Jordan's body turned sideways tentatively, his right foot up and down, his hands held the ball, and he fell together, every move with temptation.

Houston defends calmly and is not deceived by these moves.

After two seconds, Jordan found that he could not be fooled, so he had to choose the top, which was not a problem.

Jordan exerted his strength, and the firewood figure of Houston couldn't stop him from pushing in. He should be thankful that Jordan had no intention of spending a lot of physical energy in the opening, otherwise the scene would be very unsightly.

Under a collision, Jordan had a rhythm. He put away the ball, pressed his back against Houston's body, flicked to the left, and then turned and jumped to the right.

The whole set of movements is as flawless as white jade and easy to use.

Houston felt a white afterglow flashing in front of his eyes, and he waved his arms out of control.

His hand hit Jordan's ball, and then even took the palm of the trapeze.

In the United Center, on this glorious night when Jordan claimed the MVP trophy, how could the referee allow such actions to destroy the good mood of His Majesty the Flying Man?

This is a foul. If it wasn't so special tonight, considering that Houston had been blown before, the referee might let him go with pity.

But it was so special tonight.

"Beep!"

The breeze drifted, blowing on Houston's face, and there was a fierce cheer around.

"Alan Houston is generous like a host to the foul!" Wharton criticized. "Does he know how important this game is tonight?"

Jordan is preparing for a free throw.

Frasses turned his head and shouted a name: "Louis."

Luis M. Rolle, who had never appeared in the Eastern Conference finals before, on such a suffocating night, just less than half a minute after the start, heard the head coach's call.

Am I wrong?

He stood up and Frauss called his name again.

That's right, it's him.

Rolle walked in front of Froths and asked, "Coach, I'm here."

"Go to replace Alan." Fraises said.

Rolle, who was reused, walked past his teammates. Lauderdale and Chris Robinson, who usually watched the drinking fountains with him, even patted his **** twice.

Jordan made two free throws.

2 to 0

Rolle didn't expect him to play, not to mention playing against Jordan.

Jordan didn't know him at all, because the Bulls didn't have to target a marginal man who didn't usually have a chance to play.

Mo Mengchen dribble to the half.

Rolle saw his gestures and knew what to do.

He came to the high position and cooperated with Mo Mengchen to catch the ball.

"Do you want to die?"

Jordan's look made Rolle almost fall into the ice cave. Even if he fell naked into the ice cave of the Arctic, it might not be more chilling than it is now.

After Mo Mengchen passed the ball, he ran out of scalpel tactics.

The end point is on himself.

Hill and Buckley cover each other, Mo Mengchen cuts out from the left wing, Lor stares at Jordan's death and passes the ball.

"Uh!"

"Dor.Mo scored a jumper and hit the first sports goal tonight."

Lor exhaled and turned around. The pressure Jordan gave him disappeared. As long as he didn't stare at him, that pressure would not affect him.

Jordan settled on Lorre and asked for a low post.

Mo Mengchen waited for Harper to pass the ball to him, immediately tossed the man, and went in to wrap it up.

Jordan immediately scored.

Harper's 3-pointer was tested again.

"Uh!"

5 to 2

"You can continue to release Ron, he will throw in." Jordan ran away from Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen does not communicate with Rolle, and there is no problem with the bagging. If Harper found a feel tonight, they can only blame them for their bad luck.

Rolle is afraid of Jordan, this is certain, any team's marginal people are suddenly called to play and will be afraid of Jordan.

What Frasses valued was his all-around ability, which is why he was replaced.

Lohr ran according to tactics, even if he was so guilty in heart, his running position still had no problem.

He ran to the bottom corner, and along with other people's tactics, the Bulls' defense went wrong.

Jordan moved away from Lol.

Hill looked at the six roads, and at a glance saw the falling Lol, took the ball with his right hand and smashed it hard.

"Beep!"

Lore catches the ball, I don't know why the referee whistle

The referee's gesture conveyed a clear and unmistakable instruction: stepping out of the line!

Lor was just about to defend himself. When he looked down, his feet were unbiased and he stepped outside the bounds, an undisputed penalty.

"Hahaha~~~"

The audience on site cheered loudly.

"Maybe Adam Frasses was trying to win, but put his hopes on a marginal man..."

Only seeing Wharton's expression knows how much he does not approve of this operation.

Tension, stiffness, continuous mistakes.

It is inevitable that such problems will inevitably occur for young teams in life-and-death games.

"Are you afraid of him?" Mo Mengchen asked Rolle.

Rolle nodded.

"Give him a foul." Mo Mengchen pointed at Jordan. "I will look at you and give him a hard foul!"

Roll asked: "What then?"

"When you foul, I will tell you what to do next." Mo Mengchen said.

Mo Mengchen's idea made Hill worry about Rolle.

Encourage Lol to foul Jordan? If this makes Jordan anxious, he will kill Roll...

At this time, Jordan entered the low position for three consecutive rounds.

Triangle offense doesn't pay attention to let Jordan concentrate on the ball to attack. There is only one reason for this situation. Jordan believes that his single-player Luo's success rate is more effective than the so-called tactics.

Harper passed Jordan for the third time.

"It seems that Mo has given up on you."

Jordan saw Mo Mengchen staying where he was, and he smiled knowingly, preparing to eat Rawl raw.

Luis M. Lor waited for Jordan to launch an offensive, when he jumped with full strength, ready to score the moment-NO!

He shouted in his heart. At the moment of fouling, he was not scared at all. This tall man, like a god, behaved like a mortal in front of a rough foul.

Rolle would like to interrupt Jordan's wrist this time.

"Damn shit!"

Jordan scolded angrily~www.wuxiaspot.com~Lol raised his hand and quickly came to Mo Mengchen. The courage came quickly and went quickly. He was frightened by Jordan's reaction.

"Mo, what should I do next?"

Mo Mengchen spread his hands: "He must want to kill you now, if you don't want to be killed by him, it is better to resist him from now on and do everything possible."

Rolle? ? ?

Is this what you call the next step?

Rolle looked back at Jordan standing on the free throw line and his red-swollen arm.

The face was full of anger.

Isn’t this a pitman?

Luoer howled in his heart.