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Finals G7, 21 seconds left.
The United Center Arena was silent.
All the Bulls fans dared not even pant loudly, holding their breath for fear of affecting Jordan's shots.
It's a big stadium, only the crisp sound of Jordan's basketball hitting the floor.
"Boom."
"Boom."
"Boom."
Every click seemed to strike the heart of the Lakers players.
Except for Kobe, the hearts of all Lakers players seem to be beating with basketball.
Depressed! tension!
107: 107 level.
Everyone knows that Jordan will shoot this time.
And almost everyone thinks Jordan will hit this shot.
Because Jordan was born for this moment.
His fatal blows at countless critical moments have been remembered by everyone.
Who will give the basketball the last shot?
Choose one in the 50th anniversary of the NBA, and everyone will choose Michael Jordan!
The king of critical moments!
"Damn, I don't dare to watch it anymore." A Lakers fan even covered his eyes in front of the TV.
Kobe and Jordan stared at each other.
In the eyes of the two of them, there are no more than 20,000 fans on the field, no other 8 players on the field, no coaches and teammates on the bench.
At this moment, it seems that there are only two of them left in the world!
All the extra thoughts have been left behind, FMVP? champion? Hall of Fame? The best in history?
These are not important to them at this moment.
Jordan has only one idea, hit this shot.
Kobe also has only one idea, and that is to prevent the ball.
The mouths of the magician and Bird had stopped.
The wines of Old Bath and West are already on the table.
Jordan slowly pressed time.
The basketball moves back and forth in his hands. He must score this goal!
He wants to cast the buzzer!
He didn't want to give the Lakers a chance to Kobe!
This kind of moment, this kind of picture, he has experienced countless times. In the end, it was Jordan!
The last 5 seconds.
3 meters to the left of the three-point line.
Moved!
Jordan moved!
As if the red flame is beating!
"Michael Jordan! Number 23 of the Chicago Bulls! The last attack! He is here!"
"Aura! This kind of aura! It's terrifying!"
"There is no meaning to be nervous, no meaning to hesitate. Michael was born for this kind of moment."
"With a confident look, he believes that he will be able to hit the ball because he is the of Chicago! Michael Jordan!"
As if raging fire flashed in front of Kobe!
Menacing! unstoppable!
Kobe retreated with his left foot and slipped back.
Go right!
4 seconds!
Jordan's direction of progress has not been concealed!
The left hand protects the ball against Kobe and advances to the right!
"Friction!"
"Come on!"
3 seconds!
Jordan pushed hard with his left hand and directly pushed Kobe to the ground.
Bowen and Big Ben step forward!
Facing Bowen and Big Ben, Michael smiled slightly.
2 seconds!
Smash the ball through the gap between the two!
Passed!
Push your feet the ground!
Drilled through the gap of the best defensive player of the future!
1 second!
Take off!
O'Neal was 2 steps away from him and watched Jordan take off.
"Don't miss it!" an unyielding voice roared.
"Pop!" There was a hand, not too big, but it pressed the basketball.
"Beep!" The final whistle blew!
"What happened! Michael was blocked!"
"It's Kobe! It's Kobe! He stood up instantly after being pushed to the ground!"
"Rush over with impossible speed! Pass through teammates! Complete the block!"
Kobe and Jordan fell to the ground, and their teammates instantly helped them up.
Jordan glared at Kobe.
His goal beyond THESHOT was destroyed!
Was destroyed by Kobe!
For a perfect performance, Jordan felt that the goal was bound to hit.
As a result, Kobe jumped so high!
How can he jump so high?
Kobe raised his chin.
Old guy, want to kill me?
wishful thinking!
"No foul! Overtime, the game enters overtime!"
"Great shot, but this cover is even greater!"
"Michael Jordan's lore was destroyed by Kobe."
"The game continues! Finals G7 extra time!"
Kobe sat on the bench, pouring Gatorade hard.
"Kobe, I want to be stronger." O'Neal clenched his fists. He, who has always been arrogant, was unable to dominate the most crucial game.
Although the data is beautiful, his influence on the game is far from Kobe and Jordan.
Why would this happen, O'Neal is not reconciled.
He wants to become the first center in history, a player on the President's Hill. Watching Kobe single-handedly fight with Jordan, there are too many entanglements in his heart.
"Shaq, there is a way to make you stronger." Kobe looked up and looked at O'Neal.
"What is it?"
"Train with me in the summer, you will know when the time comes. Next season, you will dominate the US NBA." Kobe patted O'Neal's stomach, very flexible, but still a little tasteless.
"Understood." O'Neill nodded, he believed Kobe.
"It's overtime." Jordan looked unhappy. Kobe was forced into overtime.
"Michael, control your emotions." Although Zen Master Phil Jackson regretted that he was blocked for his lore, he quickly adjusted it, took out the tactical board, and drew circles.
"When the overtime starts, if you can't play Michael, you can pass the ball to Cooke."
"Tony, I need you to put the team's tactics in motion."
"We are champions! They are just some inexperienced brats, and the final winner will only be us!"
Bull players have high morale, and Zen Master’s chicken soup is quite useful for players of this era.
Only Pippen.
Pippen has a sullen face, can't Michael handle the ball if he doesn't play?
He refused.
But the Zen master does not care about Pippen's feelings, Pippen's performance in front of Kobe is too bad. At this time Phil Jackson could not bet on Pippen to kill the Quartet.
A nail was buried in Pippen's heart.
"I didn't expect this game to be played in overtime." The magician pulled off his shirt and felt that his sweat was flowing uncontrollably.
"This game will be the greatest game in history." Larry Bird muttered to himself.
This is not vain. The studio has told them the ratings and the number of viewers, so far the ratings of the finals have exploded in any past year.
And it's still rising!
With Jordan's final attack, it reached a climax.
"No matter who wins or loses, they are great enough." Ma Fu sighed.
The inter-junction break is fleeting.
The game has come to overtime!
Jump the ball again!
O'Neal forced Langley to complete the jump ball.
Kobe's legs were already cramping, and his last block was not as easy as it seemed.
The same is true for Jordan, the physical consumption of the two people is too great. In overtime, they gave the ball more to their teammates to deal with.
O'Neal attacked with the ball, but was soon interfered by Pippen Rodman and had to play the ball.
Eddie Jones tentatively attacked Harper, but missed the shot.
Jordan stood outside the three-point line with his hips akimbo and passed the ball.
Cooke organized the offense, but it seemed that the effect was also not very good.
Until now, the players' physical fitness has reached the limit.
Harper made an empty cut to the rim, was disturbed by Horry, and missed.
Substitution.
The coaches of both sides saw that the physical fitness of these starters was on the verge of collapse.
The Lakers replaced Eddie Jones and replaced Curry.
The Bulls replaced Harper and Cole.
Zen Master Phil Jackson finally chose to trust Cole.
Cole lived up to expectations.
The two three-pointers started to fight each other!
Among the role players, who is the strongest three-pointer?
"Daddy! Come on." Little Curry clenched his fist tightly in front of the TV.
Cole ran away from Curry and hit the first three-pointer with energy!
The United Center Arena is boiling!
Old Curry was unwilling to show weakness and shot Cole angrily after receiving Kobe's pass.
"Every player who is no longer an ordinary player will have his bright day."
"If Michael Jordan and Kobe have countless brilliant and brilliant shots, for Korcuri, the most glorious moment in their lives may be now."
Cole looked up to the sky and screamed, he and Jordan hand in hand and hit the three-pointer again.
Old Curry seemed to be his son's upper body, and he drew his gun and shot at 3 meters away from the three-point line.
quasi!
The king of the two role players has become the center of the game in a short time.
Kobe and Jordan are willing to cover them.
They also lived up to expectations, within 5 minutes of overtime. Both hit 4 three-pointers.
But with the timeout, the two sides misplaced defenses, letting Bowen to target Cole and Pippen to target Curry, the miracle was not there.
For other players, there is no good way to score.
"Beep!" The whistle sounded.
119: 119 level!
Tie again!
The second overtime!
The fans in the United Center Arena were screaming hoarse.
The audience in front of the TV had their toes clasped.
Too nervous, too exciting!
Such a competition is not over yet!
"Old guy, have you rested?"
"Boy, I can still play another full court."
Kobe and Jordan started to fight.
This also means that they will take over the game again!
Kobe's legs are already heavily leaded, and he knows that Jordan is no better.
But even if they still have a breath, they will fight this time!
Bloody battle! Endless death!
This is the honor of the soldier.
Either win, or step on my body to win.
Michael Jordan, the strongest opponent Kobe has ever encountered in his last life and this life.
From spirit, to technology, to body.
The perfect player.
Kobe has never encountered a player like this, even in the future there will be many players whose physical talents even surpass Jordan. But their performance has never been as great as Jordan.
The strongest enemy!
Kobe is in awe!
The best respect is to defeat him!
Fairies fight, go on!
"60 points! Michael got his second playoff 60+!" With Ma Fu's roar, Jordan's backward jumper, with an impeccable performance, hit again.
"Kobe, use Jordan's mirror image action, the same backward jumper! Also scored 60+!" The magician also roared, as if who had a louder voice than Ma Fu.
"Great game! Great player! This game is the most legendary game in basketball history." Larry Bird is not to be outdone.
Kobe sat down on the ground, shook his hand, his eyes were wet with sweat, and his vision was a little blurred.
A pair of big hands passed over.
It's Jordan.
"Smelly boy, continue."
"Oh, as you wish."
Kobe grabbed Jordan's hand and stood up.
"Crack."
This epic shot was captured and became the most representative image in this legendary game.
"Kobe, Kobe! Wake up!"
Kobe felt his body being shaken continuously.
Rubbed his eyes and opened them.
O'Neill's big hand was shaking wildly.
"I'm in Los Angeles."
Kobe sat up from the seat in the cabin and shook his head.
He just dreamed of the final scene of the finals.
The confrontation with Jordan went to the end, tragic.
Both people are close to collapse, whether it is physical strength or willpower.
Jordan finally used a great back-stop jumper to finish the score.
Completed the quasi lore in front of Kobe.
Jordan, who missed once, did not miss the second time.
This time, Kobe did not complete the cover in the end.
Lakers 127: 128 Bulls!
The time left for the Lakers is only 0.7 seconds.
Kobe used O'Neal's pick and roll and ran out of the open.
Catch the ball and shoot.
The basketball crossed a beautiful arc and fell into the hoop.
But ~EbookFREE.me~ the referee showed that the lore had timed out.
At the moment the technical station's penalty was confirmed, Jordan celebrated like crazy.
Jordan scored 67 points, 13 rebounds, 5 assists, 2 steals, 1 blocks and 2 turnovers.
Kobe scored 63 points, 7 rebounds, 6 assists, 3 steals, 1 block and 3 turnovers.
In the end, he lost.
The Lakers player helped the exhausted Kobe walk back to the locker room.
In an interview after the game, Kobe said: "Second place, but the number one loser."
The little fish cried bitterly in the locker room.
O'Neill sat blankly on the bench, lost consciousness for a long time.
The comfort of old Bass and Jerry West.
Then, Kobe saw Jordan take the FMVP trophy and the O'Brien Cup from Russell.
Chicago has become a sea of ​​celebration.
5 championships.
Grand ceremony.
From this moment on, the name Michael Jordan is directly linked to the of basketball.
He is finally not just a Chicago myth.
Jordan is now the first person in basketball history.
God king is crowned.
The scenes of this scene played repeatedly in Kobe's mind.
"Well, old guy. I lost to you this time. Next time, we'll wait and see." Kobe thought stubbornly.
"Kobe, look outside."
Kobe turned his head and looked at the glass window of the aircraft cabin.
Purple gold ocean.
Fans of the former Lakers appeared at Los Angeles Airport.
They don't know when the Lakers will arrive.
So they waited all night.
Fans hold up the slogan-ITSOK
"You are the winners in our hearts"
"Come back next year!"
"Lakers Championship"
Kobe was a little lost in an instant.
These lovely fans, their own fans, are the biggest motivation to play.
Then-come again next year!