God of NBA point guards

Chapter 23 The postman: I have a chance to see your fist

"There is only one way before us now..."

Zhou Quan's voice continued to sound. He raised his right hand and suddenly clenched his fist into a fist. He stared at the crowd and said, "All of us must join together and make a fist. We must form a joint force and work together to make us climb out of the current rotten pit." .So, would you guys like to work together?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all looking at the smiling assassin Thomas. For a while, there was a little silence on the court at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Isiah Thomas opened his mouth, and in the anticipation of everyone, he finally spit out a very short sentence: "I am willing."

"Oh hoo!"

"I am willing!"

"I would too!"

Excited cheers erupted at the scene, the Pistons seemed to be resurrected, and the morale of the entire team instantly rose.

Zhou Quan came over and held out his hand to Thomas, who also held out his hand, and they held hands tightly.

"It's a real settlement," McCloskey said happily.

"We ushered in a new team leader." Chuck Daly said.

McCloskey was startled, but immediately nodded again and again, and smiled excitedly: "Yes, this is a real leader, who can put aside personal grievances, start from the overall situation, and knead everyone into a ball, this is a real leader.

Chuck, I don't need his potential to reach Isiah's level, just his leadership ability is enough to lead this team. "

Chuck Daly said with a smile: "The Iron Fist's offense is not good, let Isiah teach him. If he can't, he really has no offensive talent. After Isiah and Joe Dumars are old, they will be by his side Configure an offensive shooting guard, he is only responsible for organizing offense and defense."

"I think so." McCloskey laughed.

……

"Slow down, idiot, your shots are slower and more decisive. You need to speed up your shot rhythm, and your starting position is a bit low, which increases the possibility of being intercepted. You need to readjust your shooting habits."

"Idiot, lower your dribble and use your hands harder. Your wingspan is better than mine. Don't let anyone steal your ball."

"Hey, rookie, there is a problem with your shot and hand movement, which will affect your shooting percentage. This is the wrong shooting posture and you need to practice again."

"Damn it, the pull-up jump shot isn't well connected, it's stiff, there's no rhythm at all. And the jump isn't high enough, you need to work on lower body strength and core strength."

"When defending, you must be more vicious! You must have the momentum to make your opponent bleed. Don't look at me, I know you don't like to let your opponent bleed, and you don't want to be a bad boy, but you must have that kind of momentum, you must have the momentum to kill your opponent , You must have the momentum to die with your opponent, and you must have the momentum to make your opponent timid."

"You must intimidate your opponent. As long as he dares to pass by you, jump on him and do everything possible to stop him!"

"Shit, Iron Fist, you want to be the boss of the Detroit Pistons with your rubbish technology? You are still far away."

During Zhou Quan's training, Isiah Thomas stood aside and yelled loudly from time to time.

After being trained for a long time, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and said angrily, "Old bird, when did I say that I want to be the boss of the Pistons?"

Thomas also said angrily: "Everyone here knows it, even the floor under your feet, only you don't know it."

"Ha ha……"

Everyone on and around the court burst into laughter.

"Tell me, Joe, Isiah won't intentionally retaliate, right? I think Iron Fist's offense is better than mine." Rodman walked to Joe Dumars and whispered.

"Better than you, that's not good, it can only be said that it's not too bad."

Joe Dumas complained, smiled and said: "No, what he said was indeed the shortcomings of Iron Fist. Iron Fist is very powerful, and Isiah is helping him, so he won't be angry."

……

In the evening, at 06:30, the Jazz arrived at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

The Jazz is a strong team in the Western Conference. They have entered the playoffs for eight consecutive seasons. Last season, they were No.5 in the regular season in the Western Conference. They were eliminated by the Trail Blazers with a score of 4-3 in the second round. They had [-] wins and [-] losses before, temporarily ranking third in the Western Conference. .

Several reporters followed the Jazz into the Palace of Auburn Hills and took the opportunity to ask questions.

"Carl, how do you feel about Lambiel's retirement?" a TNT reporter asked.

"Unfortunately, he was messed up by a rookie, and I lost a good opponent." Karl Malone laughed.

He and Lambiel are both one of the four villains, and because one is in the east and the other is in the west, there is no competition, so there is a feeling of sympathy for each other. Now that Lambiel is forced to retire, he feels sad.

"Mr. John Stockton, Isiah is here too, you took his Olympic spot, do you want to say something to him?"

asked a local reporter.

Stockton said blankly: "Sorry, I didn't grab anyone's position. They are short of people. They called me, so I went."

Karl Malone said with a cold face at this time: "John is eligible to be selected for the Olympic men's basketball team. He doesn't have to grab anyone. If Isiah Thomas wants to trouble John, let him come to me."

At 07:30, the two sides announced the starting lineup.

Jazz: Mark Eaton, Karl Malone, Blue Edwards, Jeff Malone, John Stockton

Pistons: John Sely, Orlando Ulrich, Dennis Rodman, Joe Dumars, Joo Kwon
At a quarter to eight, the starters started.

"You are Iron Fist?"

Karl Malone looked at Zhou Quan from above.

"Dr. Iron Elbow, hello."

The smiling Zhou Quan nodded politely.

Malone's face twitched. This was his nickname, but few people called him that in person, and he was usually called the postman.

"Your name is Iron Fist. I don't know how hard your fist is. I hope you can show me some chance." He said with a cold face.

A gentle smile appeared on Zhou Quan's face, he nodded and said, "As long as there is a chance, definitely."

"..."

The postman stiffened.

At this time the visiting team played, John Stockton pulled Malone, and the two went out one after another.

Finally, the mammoth Mark Eaton, the giant said to Zhou Quan before going out: "Little rookie, you have angered Carl, this is a pretty bad thing for you."

"Really? May I ask why I angered him?" Zhou Quan said in surprise.

"He is a superstar, and this league is a world of superstars. As a latecomer, you should be more humble to him." Mark Eaton pointed out.

"Understood, thank you for your guidance." Suddenly realized, Zhou Quan nodded.

Seeing Zhou Quan's attitude was so good, Mark Eaton went out satisfied.

Joe Dumas quickly warned: "Iron Fist, you must be careful when you rush in. It doesn't matter if Mark Eaton's block, at most a few caps, it doesn't matter, but you must be careful of the postman's elbow, he is stronger than Bill." A lot, he's a bit like Bill, even tougher."

"I know." Zhou Quan smiled.

One minute later, under the call of the host, he appeared on the stage.

This is his third game, the first at home.

(End of this chapter)