basketball forever

Chapter 91 Bull?To hell!
"Sigh~"

Jordan snorted, his eyes narrowed into a line.

Artest's move was not easy.

Jordan suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had seen it in the summer.

Yes!

Wasn't it the beast in front of me?
However, it was this beast who was being bullied by that kid.

But how did the victim become me today?

I just passed the ball out to get a position like that, you bastard dare to attack me! ?It's really unreasonable!
Jordan knew that something unbelievable had happened in the game now, but what if there was a little pain there?He is Michael Jordan, the god of the United States, how could he just admit defeat?No way!
Jordan began to exert strength, directly squeezing Artest away,

Of course, it's not that Jordan's power is dominant, but that Artest is in a daze.

Jordan knew what was going on, and so did Artest.

How could he not know about the evil he had done?
Isn't that just the pain I have experienced for several months?
To be honest, Artest himself didn't think of attacking Jordan, but his own elbow seemed out of control.

Feeling that Jordan's competitiveness has not subsided, Artest was stunned all of a sudden.

He knew the weight of his blow.He also felt the weight of that blow.He even seemed to hear some voices.

"How, how is this possible?"

When Artest was slightly taken aback and didn't believe that Jordan could continue to fight again, the old hooligan finally regained the front position.

As soon as Jordan got the position, the outside ball came in.

"Michael!"

Wang Xiaohui from the outside line hoisted the ball into the low wing position again.

This is another good opportunity to create a solo single for the old hooligans.

With a squeak, Michael Jordan relied on Artest and took the ball steadily with both hands.

The back is firmly leaning against Artest, and the body is in the shape of a bow.

When Artest was also seriously trying to push back to the top, Jordan suddenly borrowed his strength, but suddenly turned towards the bottom line and turned directly to the right.

Artest quickly followed.

After all, he is a young man. Compared with the old Michael Jordan, Artest is now at a good time when he is young and strong. His reaction and speed are very fast.Artest deserves to be a new-generation NBA player with outstanding defense.

And Jordan also knows a little about this young man.In training camp, Jordan knew this kid was good.Of course, Jordan is more important to have self-knowledge.

Jordan knew he was 38 years old and he could never play like he used to.

If it was before, for this ball, he would definitely turn around and pull it out.

But now he can't do it.

Facing the young Wang Xiaohui's defense, Jordan was often blocked. Facing Artest, a fierce defender, Jordan naturally knew that he couldn't force it, he had to rely on skill.

Sure enough, seeing that Artest had fallen for it, Jordan turned to the left in the opposite direction.

Not just returning to the original position but turning more significantly into the paint.

However, having said that, Artest's defense is really experienced.

Jordan's fake action was seen through by him.

Artest is really young. Youth means good health, good physical fitness, and excellent physical condition.

The moment Artest landed, he immediately turned and rushed over.

He danced really fast.

In an instant, Artest threw himself in front of Jordan again.

"I won't be lied to again!"

As a result, people did not expect that the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot tall!
"Ha ha."

Jordan, the old hooligan, didn't choose to make a shot at all, and turned around again and again, turning directly to the bottom line.

This time Jordan pulled up with all his strength and was about to make a move!
Artest quickly followed, but he jumped up belatedly, but he couldn't block the block no matter what.

He could only watch as Jordan threw the ball in front of his face.

He can't do anything.

However, there was no disappointment in his eyes, but there was such a trace of shock, such a trace of fear, some regret, and more happiness.

It's all like this, this old guy can still do so well.

He is indeed my childhood idol.

He should be fine, right?
Michael is Michael, with a body ten thousand times stronger than mine.

While Artest was thinking wildly, Michael Jordan threw the ball and the ball flew past Artest's fingertips.

Whoosh!
At a zero-degree angle, Jordan's mid-range shot made a precise hollow hit.

"Whoa! Good shot, good shot!!!"

"Michael! This is Michael, the omnipotent Michael!!!"

"One more! Michael, I knew you could, I always knew, you always could!"

"Michael is with me!"

"I love you, basketball god!"

The fans at the scene fell into endless cheers.

Of course, it's not just this goal, no matter what goal the old hooligan scores, the fans at the scene will do the same.

As long as they see the goal scored by the old hooligan, they are very, very excited.

To see Jordan play on the court again, on the court at the United Center again, that is the luck of all Jordan fans.

We all know that days like this are getting rarer and rarer, and we all cherish this opportunity very much.

On the court, the old hooligan scored a goal, but he was going to scream, after all, this is an old foul.

"Boy, you almost caught me."

Once again, the old rascal uttered the glassy words in front of a young opponent.

But, why does the old hooligan's face look a little different?

The self-confidence of the past is still there, but it seems to be better.

Artest couldn't see it, all he had left at the moment was fear!
It's so easy to be hurt by ribs?
Artest's eyes widened.

"This, is this God?"

For some reason, Artest felt that the halo of God appeared on Jordan at this moment.

sacred and inviolable.

Artest felt that he had committed endless sins.

Artest clearly knows what kind of mistake he just made, and he knows the familiar sound of the bruise better than anyone else.

That's the sound of broken ribs!
With such a broken rib, Michael could still score, and he, a healthy young man, was bullied just like that?

Artest suddenly felt like a waste.

'Am I really that far away from him? ? '

Watching Jordan turn around and go back in victory, Artest froze in place again.

The fans at the scene and in front of the TV didn't know what Artest was doing.

It is unimaginable for an NBA player to freeze in place during a game.

Why does he do this?

No one knows, and no one cares.

The only thing fans are accustomed to is Michael Jordan.

Jordan, the old rascal, suddenly came off the field after scoring that beautiful goal.

Did not explain any reason, is it an injury, is it a physical reason, is there some urgent matter?

Nothing was said, nothing was said for any reason.

Jordan just left the field, and then, until the end of the first half of the game, Jordan did not appear on the scene again.

When it came to the halftime break, everyone was most concerned about Jordan.

Soon, the latest news will come out.

Michael Jordan was injured.

This is the official announcement statement given by the Wizards.

Everyone knows that Jordan was injured because he ate the opponent's strong elbow when he was facing off against Ron Artest.

There is a problem with Jordan's ribs, whether it is a fracture or other problems, and further inspections are yet to be done.

All of a sudden, numerous artillery fires hit Artest, the Bulls, and even the referees and league officials.

"Killing people? Is Ron Artest going to kill people in full view? That's Michael Jordan! How dare he do that! How dare he!!!"

"Ask the government to shoot that damn bastard. Why does such a person survive in this world? With him around, something will happen to the alliance sooner or later."

"The Bulls are a bunch of villains. General manager, you squeezed out Phil Jackson. Is this the hope you brought to build the team?"

"Klaus, you'd better get out of class. I don't see any hope for the Bulls you lead."

"Referee, it's all the referee's fault. Today's scale is too loose, giving villains like Ron too many opportunities to kill. If we lose Michael, it will be the referee's executioner."

"Stern, don't you care? If this continues, what is there to look forward to in such an alliance."

"Is this how this kind of league protects players? Stern, quickly suspend that villain, preferably permanently!"

……

The game came back quickly in the second half.

When the Wizards entered the arena, many craned their necks.

However, soon, everyone was disappointed.

Without Jordan, the Wizards would not have Jordan!

Everyone came to watch the game live, isn't it just to watch Jordan play?
Without Jordan, what's the point of this game?
When everyone sighed, the Bulls players returned.

What people didn't expect was that there were all kinds of false voices at the scene where the Bulls entered the field.

"wuwuwuwu~"

"You villain, Ron, you villain, you dare to attack Michael. If you have the ability, the group of us will fight one-on-one. Let's see if we don't beat you!"

"Ron, get out of here, our Bulls don't need a villain like you."

"Klaus, hurry up and he traded for me, otherwise I won't watch any future Bulls games."

Artest walked into the court amidst scolding.

Of course he felt all of this.

He didn't want to do that in his heart, but these scolding made him feel a little excited.

I did something amazing.

Although there was a bit of guilt, even though there was a slight loss of his own strength, but now that he was the focus of the audience, he felt that his chance to make a lot of money in the future had come.

leave the bull?

Just go, I don't even want to stay here.

Artest looked at the badass teammates around him in disgust, and he himself didn't want to stay in this chaotic team.

If you stay with them, you will only be spoiled by them.

A team that can compete for a championship, that's where I belong.

bull?To hell!
……

beep!
The second half of the game started soon.

"Give me the ball!"

Artest yelled for the ball to teammates he despised.

However, no one looked at him directly.

Just like when we were in the locker room before, except for Miller who said a few words to him, the others ignored him at all,

There was some resentment in the eyes of those people.

Unexpectedly, these guys brought those emotions to the game.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Artest had to stand outside the three-point line with his hips akimbo, watching the show!
Aren't you good at it?Then I'll be here to watch you guys finish playing.

Crawford called for a Miller high pick-and-roll.

The two of them blocked and dismantled, and the cooperation was quite tacit.

After staggering, Crawford actually returned the ball and passed it to Brad Miller.

The tactics came out.It's a good fit.

However, Brad Miller's long-distance two-pointer did not score.

bang~
Watching the basketball bounce straight away, Artest smiled contemptuously and shook his head.

"I can't get into this, what a bunch of amateur waste."

Seeing the Wizards coming from the opposite side, Artest quickly retreated.

Artest doesn't have any chance to get the ball and attack, so he should be himself on the defensive end.

Watching Wang Xiaohui control the ball across the half court, Artest's eyes were fixed on the basketball.

'This ball, I want to set! '

However, he didn't expect that these people on the opposite side were also coming towards him.

"Sigh~"

Artest didn't expect that in the first wave, Wang Xiaohui ran directly at him.

That collision in Xia Tian left a shadow in Artest's heart.

Today's collision was not very powerful, but it was staggered by Artest.

"Okay!"

Obviously it was Wang Xiaohui's attack and collision, but the referee didn't blow it at all, and Artest clearly heard the applause of the fans at the scene.

You know, that's a Bulls fan!
'The Bulls don't wait! '

Artest was angry.

However, before Artest had time to get angry, more shocks came later.

All are aimed at Artest.

On the offensive end, the teammates didn't pass the ball at all, and on the defensive end, the opponent's offense all greeted them.

"Sigh~"

"Sigh~"

"Sigh~"

Artest was hit again and again, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

A tough guy like this should have admired him, but he didn't.

Every time the fans at the scene hit Artest with an offensive breakthrough, the cheers were no less than when Jordan scored a goal.

Artest is still insisting, but his chest and ribs are already hurting.

He couldn't help cursing a few words.

"You bastards!"

After seeing Artest clutching his chest after being knocked to the ground by Laettner once, the referee finally couldn't stand the whistle.

"Beep!"

"Bulls blocking foul!"

Artest: "I'm going to fuck you! G referee! Are you blind?"

The referee's whistle sounded again.

"Beep!"

The referee didn't have any tolerance, and even blew two "T"s in succession.

expel!
Artest was expelled just like that.

"yeah!"

When Artest was hugged and dragged into the player tunnel, there was a sound of celebration at the scene.

"You bastards!"

Artest kicked the iron railing outside the field.

In the end, a little unlucky, this guy's calf bone actually kicked the iron plate.

"Oh, it hurts me to death."

……

(End of this chapter)