"I won't send you this trophy unless you promised me to come back."

On the night before the GA6 game, Jordan's fifth VP trophy, Stern looked complicated. This NBA tag character launched by him has now entered the last year of his career.

When Jordan was at its peak, Stern was looking for his successor.

"Big Dog" Glen Robinson Pence Hardaway Grant Hillkobe Bryant

One outstanding young men after another appeared in the public eye with the title of Jordan's successor. They were all excellent, but none of them were real Jordan.

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

It's almost this feeling.

The Demon Birds saved the NBA, while Jordan made the NBA a world-class sports league that could be as famous as the three major North American leagues.

He brought NBA to the world.

Now, he has also fought for the last year.

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

The alliance needs a new facade.

Stern was once very optimistic about Mo Mengchen and even hoped to label him as Jordan's successor.

However, his playing style makes it difficult to call him Jordan's successor against his conscience. He has a rare popularity among new generation stars, but his game style is different from Jordan.

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

Now he wanted to see what kind of way Momonchen and Hill would fight against Jordan.

Tonight, many celebrities came to the scene.

Jerry Reinsdorf, the boss of the senior Bulls of the major leagues, is a diehard player of the movie star Meteor singer Bulls.

Jump ball in the middle circle.

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

He was very nervous.

This is normal. Ben Wallace needs to be absent for more than half a month due to a fracture in the nose. He was originally the second center substitute and temporarily took the position of Big Ben.

In order to protect Ratliff, Frauses suddenly decided to let him go.

This is a change that no one expected.

Pollard took a deep breath, facing Longley, and the two were about to jump the ball.

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

Longley once again won the opening ball for the Bulls.

"It seems that the Pistons will never get the ball to start the game." Hubby Brown complained.

His partner Bill Walton laughed and said, "This is simply a heartache for them. Although the ball rights at the beginning cannot affect the result of the game, if you can win the ball rights smoothly from the beginning, it will have a positive impact on the player's performance from a psychological perspective."

The two of them said one by one, and suddenly, the whistle sounded on the spot.

Alan Houston was caught by the referee when he was defending Jordan's back-attack while squeezing his waist while playing in a low post. The selfless referee blew the whistle of justice.

"The referee should have caught you these actions long ago."

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

Houston's eyes were closed, trying to calm down.

It is said that Hill performed very badly in the Eastern Conference Finals, but why didn’t he?

Hill attracted a lot of firepower for him. When the game ends, people will patiently analyze everyone's performance. When they see Houston's average score drop to single digits in this series, he will face no less accusations than Hill.

Jordan was still at the low post when he re-served.

Teammates helped him clear the right side, and only him and Houston were left to play.

"Good opportunity!" Jordan will beat Houston in every game. This is his daily homework, and tonight too.

Jordan's body tentatively turned sideways, his right foot was up and down, and he held the ball with both hands, falling down together, and each movement was tempting.

Houston defended calmly, not deceived by these moves.

After two seconds, Jordan found that he could not deceive him, so he had to choose to top it up, and this was not a problem.

Jordan exerted his strength, and Houston's firewood figure could not stop him from pushing in. He should be glad that Jordan had no intention of spending a lot of physical energy to rush in the beginning, otherwise the scene would be very bad.

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

The whole set of movements is as flawless as white jade, and it is free to perform.

Houston felt a white light flashing in front of his eyes, and he waved his arm uncontrollably.

His hand hit Jordan's ball, and then he also slapped the palm of the flying man.

At the United Center, on this glorious night when Jordan claimed the VP trophy, how could the referee allow such an action to destroy His Majesty the Flying Majesty’s beautiful mood?

This was a foul, if it weren't for being so special tonight, considering that Houston had been yelled to have a foul before, the referee might have let him go with pity.

But tonight is too special.

"Beep!"

The breeze drifted, blowing on Houston's face, and there was a burst of intense cheers around him.

"Alan Houston is as generous as the host for the foul!" Walton criticized, "Does he know how important this game is tonight?"

Jordan prepares for free throws.

Frauses turned around and shouted a name: "Louis."

Louis Lore, who had never made a debut in the Eastern Conference Finals before, heard the call of the head coach less than half a minute before on such a tense and suffocating night.

Did I hear it wrong?

He stood up and Frauses called his name again.

That's right, it's him.

Lor walked to Frasse and asked, "Coach, I'm here."

"Go and replace Alan," said Frauses.

Reused Lore walked past his teammates, and Lauderdale and Chris Robinson, who were usually watching the water dispenser with him, even slapped his butt twice.

Jordan made two free throws.

2 to 0

Lore didn't expect him to play, and he didn't expect to face Jordan.

Jordan didn't know him at all because the Bulls didn't need to target a marginal person who usually had no chance to play.

Mo Mengchen dribbles to halftime.

Lore saw his gesture and knew what to do.

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

"Do you want to die?"

Jordan's expression made Lor almost fall into the ice cave. Even if he fell into the ice cave in the Arctic, it would probably not be more chilling than it is now.

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

The end point lies with him.

Hill and Barkley cover each other, Momonchen cut out from the left wing, and Lore pushed the ball out with Jordan's death gaze.

"Swish!"

"Dyiryi scored a jump shot and hit the first sports goal tonight."

Lor exhaled and turned around. The pressure brought by Jordan disappeared. As long as he did not look at him, the pressure would not affect him.

Jordan was determined to take Lore and asked for the ball at the low post again.

Mo Mengchen waited for Harper to pass the ball to him, and immediately left the person behind and went in to double-team.

Jordan passed the ball immediately.

Harper's three-pointer was tested again.

"Swish!"

5 to 2

"You can keep letting Ron go, he will throw in." Jordan ran away from Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen didn't communicate with Lor, there was no problem with the double-team just now. If Harper found the feel tonight, it would be their fault for being unlucky.

Lore is afraid of Jordan, which is certain. Any person on the edge of the team will be afraid of being called to play against Jordan.

What Frause values ​​is his omnipotence, which is why he was replaced.

Lore followed the tactical positioning, even though he felt extremely weak, there was still no problem with his positioning positioning.
To be continued...