toot!
The referee whistled, and Jordan immediately came out to catch the ball.
Pippen wasn't a polish after all, so his serve was still very stable.
Jordan held the ball two steps outside the three-point line.
At the top of the arc, Stockton, Hornacek, and Brian Lasalle formed a straight line, ready to surround and kill at any time.
Jordan wasted six seconds and strode toward the three-point line.
As everyone knew, Jordan's mid-range shot was an unsolvable killer.
However, Gang Leader's three-pointer shot pierced through the universe.
He did not dare to go all out and end the game with three points.
The moment Jordan stepped into the three-point line, three black shadows suddenly appeared like ghosts.
Three evil men!
Three muscular bullies!
He reached out his evil hand to Jordan!
Faced with the three-dimensional blockade of the three players, Jordan bent his knees slightly to accumulate strength, pulled up, and was about to throw.
However, the moment Jordan jumped up.
His brain and body movements were different.
Jordan wanted to do it himself.
However, the strong pressure from the other party forced him to change his mind in an instant.
Jordan chose to pass the ball!
And the target of the ball was Zhou Yan!
Zhou Yan did not have the chance to display his master-level positioning.
Because there was no need to run, there was no one to defend him at all.
The rebellious, paranoid, and arrogant Jordan bet his fate on Zhou Yan.
"He actually passed the ball? That Chinese player... Can he make it?”
"You have to score. If you score, buy a jersey!”
"Please don't drag it out until tiebreak!"
"No! No! God let that Huaxia guy forge!”
The fans of both teams closed their eyes and prayed. They did not dare to watch.
Everyone in the stadium focused their attention on Zhou Yan.
Outside the stadium, there were still tens of millions of fans around the world who were staring at Zhou Yan.
At this moment!
Zhou Yan was the center of the world!
There were two seconds left.
Zhou Yan, who had a super big heart, did not panic at all.
He took a deep breath and calmly stepped on the floor. He jumped up and jumped high into the air.
Hornacek, who was at the side, went to defend in time, but he was still half a step too late.
In the air, Zhou Yan's palm gently tossed.
The basketball spun in a beautiful arc.
It was like a soul-chasing arrow that shot through the net without missing a beat!
Swoosh!
The crisp sound of the net being swiped rang out, and the white waves rolled.
Almost at the same time, the red light lit up.
Buzzer Kill!
88:86！
Zhou Yan relied on the free-throw line to kill at the last second.
He had personally buried the Knight in the home stadium of the Salt Lake City Devils!
Time stopped!
All the players and their movements paused for a moment.
Immediately after, loud cheers, wails, and curses surged like a flood.
The few Bulls fans danced and celebrated like crazy.
The male fans twisted their hips in a coquettish manner, while the female fans shook hard.
All the fans of the Knight were in despair, their expressions solemn and sorrowful.
There were also many people who burst into tears on the spot.
Comparing the two sides, it could be said to be two heavens of ice and fire.
Karl Malone and Stockton lay on the floor with their heads in their hands, filled with pain and despair.
Under the leadership of the legendary commander Jerry Sloan.
With the Black and White Fiends as the vanguard, they had almost brought Salt Lake City to the O'Brien Cup and onto the altar.
He took off the pants of the champion goddess.
In the end, he was still wearing safety pants!
The feeling of failure on the verge of success was the most painful.
Even Kobe had said it.
Second place meant that you were the biggest loser.
Even if the last one was eliminated.
It was better than the second place.
Compared to the Knight's dejected departure.
The Bulls players were in a frenzy!
Rodman was running around excitedly, obviously ready to celebrate with Madona tonight.
Cole, Pippen, and the others knelt on one knee, covering their faces and crying, shedding the tears of a champion.
Jordan immediately came up to Zhou Yan and hugged him.
"Hey! Kid, well done. Actually, I regret passing the ball to you. I didn't think you could make a final shot.”
"Your luck is not bad. You completed your mission. This goal will make you rich.”
Jordan was too competitive.
If his teammate threw a fatal shot, Jordan would definitely come over and give him a good beating.
Old snatching bamboo shoots!
Zhou Yan retorted calmly,"Brother, there's no need to be so agitated." It was just a sure-kill, so wasn't it fine as long as he had hands?”
To Zhou Yan.
If he did not personally lead the team to win three consecutive championships, it was not worth celebrating.
Even if he hit the last shot, Jordan was still the undisputed biggest contributor.
All the flowers, applause, glory, and glory would still belong to Jordan alone.
Zhou Yan's greatest gain was probably the sign-in reward for unlocking three consecutive championships.
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