Taking advantage of the intermission to rest.
Jerry Sloan immediately adjusted his tactical deployment.
The role of a commander was not just to lay out brilliant tactics before the game and let the players fight the battle prepared.
More importantly, he had to make adjustments.
Because the battle situation was changing rapidly.
It was possible that one or two rounds could change the direction of the entire match.
This was especially true in the playoffs.
The ability to adapt was an important indicator of a manager's strength.
Any team that faced an opponent with a superstar would have a headache.
They would face almost the same problem.
Locking down the opponent's superstar, or locking down his teammate!
He had to choose between the two bottles of poison.
Originally, Jerry Sloan's first tactic was to surround Zhou Yan.
Hadavy and Mo Ning were also very good at scoring.
However, they only needed to send someone to mark them. There was no need to double them.
As for Big Ben and Bowen, they could be left alone.
In short, there was only one sentence.
Hammering this brain with all his might!
If his brain was smashed to death, his limbs would be useless no matter how strong they were.
However, who would have expected that?
Big Ben's three-pointer actually missed!
Did Big Ben have the ability to make three-pointers?
There was!
How was his standard?
Not much!
However, just because he wasn't good enough in basketball didn't mean that he would never be good enough.
No matter how hard a blacksmith was, there would always be times when he could feel his hands explode.
No matter how accurate a shooter was, there would be times when he would hit the iron and smash the basket askew.
The record of a single round in the history of the Alliance.
Wasn't it all maintained by godly shooters like Jordan, Kobe, and Curry?
In view of the explosive feeling of the big three points.
Hardaway also scored a three-pointer.
Jerry Sloan had no choice but to give up on his entrapment and turn to strangle his teammates.
Reverse Jordan's Law!
The so-called " Jordan's Rule " was to keep an eye on Jordan and not let him enter the penalty area.
He didn't give her a chance to attack.
Once they reached the restricted area, they would be knocked down immediately.
In short, they did everything they could to stop Jordan from scoring.
This was the complete opposite of Knight's strategy of letting Zhou Yan fight alone.
Jerry Sloan could only take a gamble.
He was betting that Zhou Yan could not kill Knight alone!
Once the other members of the Heat were locked down.
Zhou Yan would fall into the predicament of fighting alone.
He could get 30 points, 40 points, 50 points, 60 points!
Could he get 70 to 80 points?
If he really got that many points, Jerry Sloan would just admit defeat.
The first half of the second section.
The substitutes of the two teams were hitting the iron crazily.
However, between the fourth and sixth minutes, the situation on the field changed.
The Knight's substitute, Brian Russell, scored two mid-range shots in a row.
Howard Aisley continued to attack the basket.
The Knight scored 10:0 and instantly tied the score to 40:40!
The main forces of both sides returned and continued to fight.
Stockton gave the ball to Karl Malone and forced a big win.
The sound of muscles colliding could be heard continuously.
Karl Malone got into a favorable position and turned around with a big gun.
The dungeon had lost its central position.
He could only watch as Karl Malone easily made his move.
Bang!
Karl Malone, the postman, sent the envelope to the mailbox every day.
Zhou Yan came out of nowhere and robbed the letter!
The ball was snatched from Karl Malone's hands.
The ball was snatched away by Zhou Yan before it even left his hand.
It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a robber's steal.
The moment he got the ball, the small motor under Zhou Yan's feet started.
Turbocharged, the speed was instantly increased to the maximum.
The fighter jet took off in the air, one step away from the free-throw line, and swung its axe!
This slam dunk instantly shocked the entire stadium.
The fans in the entire American Airlines Stadium were in an uproar.
An epic steal!
An epic slam dunk performance!
SHOW-TIME！
Zhou Yan was very good at making things work.
He got off the basket and waved his arms, signaling the fans to cheer louder.
Then, Zhou Yan raised his left arm high and pointed at his wrist.
It meant that his " performance time " had arrived!
Zhou Yan's moment!
High EQ: Show-time.
The expression of low EQ was,"I'm going to show off, and the gods will give way."
The strong home pressure made the hearts of the Knight players turn cold.
Fortunately, they made it to the finals last year.
He had seen all kinds of demons in away games, so he could still stabilize his mentality.
Stockton used the cover to face Zhou Yan.
He changed his direction at an extremely fast speed and was about to break through!
Zhou Yan gave his body an extremely strong pressure.
He used his shoulder to push against it.
Stockton immediately lost his balance and the ball slipped out of his hand.
Zhou Yan took the opportunity to intercept the ball again and sped forward.
Stockton, unwilling to be humiliated, chased after him.
This old fellow had used all the strength he had when he was a baby to drink his mother's milk and when he grew up to drink his wife's milk.
He was one step ahead and reached the free-throw line.
Stockton jumped up high and intercepted in the air.
Zhou Yan wasn't even afraid of Karl Malone and Fatty O'Neal.
Afraid of an old man like you?
Boom!
Zhou Yan imitated James's mid-air dunking of Jones.
He used the same method on Stockton.
He was like a tank that flew high into the sky. He rammed into Stockton, pressed him under his body, and dunked wildly!
SLAM-DUNK！
First, he stole Karl Malone and completed an unprecedented slam dunk at the free-throw line.
Following that, he used Death Entanglement to cut off Stockton's body and successfully used Flying Separation!
In four rounds, he had humiliated the Black and White Double Demons twice each!
Knight's Xuanming Elders had become souls under Zhou Yan's palm!
What was even more terrifying was Zhou Yan's physical strength.
He ran all over the court, shooting, breaking through, passing, and running.
He still had so much stamina to complete the free-throw line slam dunk and the flying dunk.
This f * cking stamina…
Iron Man?
Humanoid perpetual motion machine?
Even Chamberlain, who was at his peak, would be slightly behind.
"Beat up this bunch of trash."
"If Zhou Yan can continue to perform like this, I dare say that even the three bulls might not be able to stop him.”
"Are we going to win the championship this year?”
"30,000, eternal god!"
The fans were extremely excited.
Some people even shouted the slogan of 30,000 yuan!
Ah-thirty thousand, you're ten thousand more than twenty thousand.
This number was still very much in line with the identity of the Sea King Zhou Yan.
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