Chapter 346： Who says 3-pointers can't kill games

Leaning back, his waist was bent at a terrible angle, giving people the illusion that his waist was broken. Jordan just made a fallback shot under Xu Ang's defense.

Swish!

The ball goes in.

Xu Ang secretly praised: Jordan deserves to be Jordan, so he can also enter.

After all, defense is the passive side. Sometimes, no matter how perfect your defense is, you will still have to be scored by the opponent. Therefore, in the professional basketball arena, whether a defensive player is qualified or not depends not on how many times he has successfully defended, but on whether he has done it properly and whether he has completed what he should do.

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In the NBA there are basketball stars, basketball superstars, and superstars.

And the reason why a superstar is called a super is for nothing else, just because when he is really serious, he cannot be completely prevented.

Whether it can be prevented is the only criterion for measuring superstars and superstars.

The old hooligan is the first person in the league now. He is not a superstar, but a superstar. When he got serious, even Xu Ang couldn't completely prevent him.

However, Xu Ang couldn't guard against Jordan, could Jordan be able to guard against Xu Ang?

Swish!

A three-pointer was Xu Ang's response.

It was the same goal, Jordan scored a two-pointer, Xu Ang scored a three-pointer, and the difference was widened by one more point.

After scoring the goal, Xu Ang shrugged in the face of Jordan's vicious gaze. He said: You work hard, throw with all your strength, and see if I can pull the score off.

A one-point difference between offense and defense may seem inconspicuous, but after two, three, or even ten or twenty times, the difference is too obvious.

In the fourth quarter of the game, despite Jordan's hard work, the game between the two teams reached 101:78.

The difference is still staggeringly large.

The lack of attention to the three-point shot and the incompatibility in the face of new tactics have caused the invincible Bulls in the league to encounter the biggest crisis since their establishment.

The 23-point difference was so dazzling that Jordan felt humiliated. In a trance, he recalled the days when he was bullied by the smiling assassin Isaiah Thomas.

Xu Ang found a very strange thing, that is, that he was clearly losing the game. He was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and his footsteps were fluttering with a smile on his face.

That smile wasn't a wry smile, it actually brought a bit of happiness, a bit of excitement, as if a child who wanted to get rid of a certain toy discovered a new world, and unlocked the joy of the toy's new way of playing.

Originally, Jordan had gradually become bored with the game of basketball. The loneliness of standing at the top, drawing his sword and looking around, without a unified enemy, made him feel disgusted with basketball. The old hooligans are all thinking about whether he won a championship this year, and after winning another championship next year, he created two bull dynasties and retired.

Now, he doesn't think so.

Because he found that in the field of basketball he is not eager to lose and can't get it, there are new opponents that he needs to beat, and some areas are waiting for him to open up.

A regular-season loss is not unacceptable to Jordan. He said to Xu Ang: "Hey, boy, remember it to me, next time you are not so lucky."

After today's loss, the Bulls will definitely resume the game, and will make targeted tactics and training, so as not to fail the next time they play against the Clippers.

Each team has two chances to play each other in the regular season, and Jordan is looking forward to the next conversation.

However, he thought so, but Xu Ang did not.

Xu Ang told him: "My time is very precious. If the team's record is not too bad, I think we can only meet again in the finals."

"You want to compete with me for the championship?"

Jordan smiled like a 200-pound child.

"Then I'll be waiting for you in the finals to let you know how powerful Uncle Michael is."

Charge uncle in front of me?

Xu Ang pouted and complained, "Barkley said that before I cleaned it up."

"I'm not the same as that fat pig who only jokes around."

Barkley happened to be passing by, and after hearing the conversation between the two, he scolded very unhappily: "You two idiots, don't speak ill of people behind their backs, I heard them all."

How does it feel to be belittled by an opponent and teammate?

Others, Barkley, don't know, anyway, in his heart, there are 10,000 squid named Fake who are showing their teeth and claws, driving him crazy.

Pointing to the scoreboard, Barkley said proudly to Jordan: "There's only one minute left, Michael, you lost, you lost so badly. If I were you, I would cover my face when I go out."

Jordan returned him a contemptuous look.

You hot chicken holding your thighs, what arrogance do you have, and you have the ability to one-on-one with Uncle Jordan.

Barkley didn't care so much. His team won and he was still able to shoot at Jordan. This feeling was very refreshing.

Should!

Calling you this dog is usually a dog-like person, a person who is the best in the world, and doesn't put other people, especially Uncle Charles, in his eyes. I lost today.

Or lose by a big score, you deserve it.

Rollover serfs threw the singing Barkley to the ground after the end whistle and ran to Jordan and yelled.

piss you off!

piss you off!

I'm just going to **** you off!

You have the ability to hit me!

This bitch!

Jordan's nose was crooked with anger. He originally planned to communicate with Xu Ang, but now he has no interest. Pushing Barkley away, he turned and left, leaving Barkley laughing wildly behind him.

The reporters from the media picked up their cameras, and the flash was like a flash bomb in the line of fire, so bright that people almost blinded.

They recorded the scene, and when tomorrow's paper comes out, the public will be able to see how their imaginations work.

Xu Ang knows that tomorrow's sports news will be very exciting. Losing the Bulls by more than 20 points will stun everyone like a little boy and a big fat man unleashing their enthusiasm in the eleventh district~www.novelhall. com~ The coaches in the league will be very troubled. A new tactic that has proven its power appears, and they have to spend a lot of brain cells to study.

But what is it about me?

Xu Ang only wanted to kill, not to bury.

A group of reporters rushed up and blocked Xu Ang, who wanted to leave, and had to ask him to say a few words.

Seeing the spear sprinting almost touching his nose, Xu Ang knew that these guys would definitely not let him go without saying anything.

"There's always been this notion in the NBA that the 3-pointer can't kill the game."

"Through today's game, I think it's clear to everyone that this statement is true or not, and this is what I want to convey to everyone: Who said three-pointers can't kill games!"

"A new era is coming, and a revolution in basketball concepts will be initiated by me. Everyone in the league, are you ready?"