Champion Rules

Chapter 62 059: Jeff, where is your protector? (Please read!)

At the start of the game, Big Z won the first attack ball for the Cavaliers.

From Madrid to New York, Lynch has become accustomed to letting the opponent attack first.

But Lynch doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. It just reminds him that an excellent game often starts with defense.

Stephen Marbury was relentless in his defense of Jeff McGinnis. His strong body and agile lateral movement left McGinnis with no chance.

Marbury's talent may seem rubbish in front of Nash and Kidd, but it is simply top-notch in front of players like McGinnis.

McGinnis passed the ball to No. 23, who had Grant Hill standing in front of him.

James broke through in a straight line, and at the moment of confrontation, Grant Hill felt like he had been in a traffic accident. The vibration from his shin almost made him stumble.

Lynch moved to provide backup defense, while James had already caught a glimpse of Drew Gooden who was ready to catch the ball and shoot.

In a split second, Grant Hill suddenly thrust out his left hand, like a steel pincer, and cut with pincer-like precision in a millisecond's time.
Stephen Marbury immediately rushed forward to pick up the ball. Grant Hill did not rely on Lynch's backup defense in this round, and the so-called chosen son suffered the consequences!
Marbury counterattacked with the ball. He dribbled past McGinnis and went straight to the Cavaliers' basket and made a layup.

But as soon as the basketball left his hands, a shadow covering the sky and the sun enveloped him, which reminded him of some bad memories of the three encounters last season.

"Oh shit."

"Boom!"

"LeBron James!!! Chasing and daring!!!" The commentator exclaimed. LeBron James' speed is not slower than that of a guard like Marbury.

Phil Knight stood up and applauded, glancing at Spike Lee, who had a close relationship with Nike. "I'm glad MSG has the second-best young player in the league."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "second".

Phil Knight enjoyed this moment. He wanted to witness with his own eyes how Nike's facade crushed Reebok's facade, just as Nike crushed Reebok in sales.

Spike Lee was like a hostess princess accompanying Phil Knight, with a forced smile on his face. He didn't want to offend Phil Knight, after all, he had made a lot of money from Nike.

But deep down he hoped Lynch could win, or even give LBJ a good beating.

After James completed the block, he threw the ball to McGinnis who had rushed back, and glanced at the $20 sneakers on Marbury's feet with contempt.

McGinnis looked at Marbury, who looked stunned, and laughed triumphantly: "I told you LeBron would protect me."

He was very happy, as if he had received a dog bone thrown by his owner.

Madison Square Garden fans admitted that this was the first young beast they had seen this season who could compete with Lynch in terms of raw talent.

His physique, his speed, his strength, make you can't believe he is still so young.

He and Lynch seem like a contradictory masterpiece deliberately created by the Creator.

After completing the block, James raised his eyes and looked at Lynch for a second, and their gazes created a smell of gunpowder in the air.

Considering that James had almost no playing time during the Olympics, this was the first face-to-face confrontation between Lynch and James.

Logically, they shouldn't be so hostile to each other.

However, when the battle for business territory between Nike and Reebok is swept by the torrent of capital, and when the clash of fan camps evolves into an either-or choice of faith, the two young people chosen by the times must stand at both ends of the arena.

This era has set up the stage for them, and the media has prepared the spotlight for them, just like the fables of the times they wove for Bird and Magic Johnson.

In this era where superstar narratives require nemeses, LBJ and Lynch can only carve their own coordinates in the star map of history by personally killing the gifted mirror image in front of them. Otherwise, they will eventually be swallowed up by the tide of the times and become a fleeting footnote in another person's grand narrative.

One of them must win; that is the cruel rule of genius.

So, they were at loggerheads when they first met, and there was a natural hostility between them.

The game continued, James called for Big Z to set a screen, and the Lithuanian giant's body as broad as a city wall instantly blocked Grant Hill's pursuit route.

By the time he got around again, he was no longer able to catch up to No. 23. If he'd had that brimming body from his Pistons days, perhaps he could have caught up with his explosive power. But the sharp pain in his knee reminded him that time had worn this body down to a point of fragility, and he couldn't catch up.

Kurt Thomas quickly switched defense, but even with muscles of steel, he was pushed back half a step by the collision with James. James pushed Kurt Thomas aside and went straight into the penalty area, bursting up to shoot.

Stephen Marbury looked at the No. 23 in the air. Last season, whenever the opponent completed such a humiliating dunk in Madison Square Garden, the entire stadium would burst into thunderous boos to drown out the home team.

But this time, Marbury was not panicked.

Fuck LBJ, do you think MSG is still the same as last season?

As expected, Lynch jumped out of the air. The fans in the stadium held their breath and all the cameras were focused on the two comets that were about to collide in the air. This was destined to be a devastating collision!
James slashed towards the basket with one arm. The moment Lynch confronted James in the air, the huge force made Lynch's chest numb and his body was immediately knocked backward. Lynch had never experienced such an impact before.

But James' body was also bounced back. Before he completely lost his balance, Lynch swung his long arm and knocked the basketball out of James' hand. The two figures fell heavily to the ground like angels with broken wings. The aftermath of the vibration of the wooden floor went straight to the dome along the audience seats!
It wasn't until the sound of the two men falling to the ground resounded throughout the venue that the 20,000 spectators in Madison Square Garden realized they had held their breath for so long.

They took a deep breath and cheered loudly!
"Lynch blocked LeBron James' tomahawk slam dunk! Oh my God! I have never seen anyone block his slam dunk! The young Caesar not only conquers, but also defends his territory to the death! He protected Grant Hill, and he did what he said!" ESPN's Mike Breen's throat seemed to be burning, and the words he spit out swept across the United States with fire.

The visual impact of Lynch and James' first head-on collision was so shocking that it was enough to be recorded in history.

Although they fell to the ground at the same time, Lynch was the winner.

He glanced at James and blinked: "Listen to these sounds, this is my own Broadway!"

Phil Knight's face was grim. This wasn't the first collision he'd imagined. And he knew this scene would be replayed on television for a long time, etched in the minds of fans forever.

Marbury had already taken the ball and was running upcourt, with McGinnis dropping back to defend. He knew Marbury wouldn't pull up, but would definitely get to the basket, and as long as he protected the rim, he would have a chance to end the fast break.

After Marbury drove to the basket, he threw the ball behind his head.

Lynch received the basketball outside the three-point line and was about to close his hands when James stepped forward to block it.

Lynch caught LBJ's center of gravity change and then dribbled through. LBJ's offensive reading ability is very strong, but his defensive reading ability is not as good as Lynch's for the time being.

Lynch rushed into the penalty area, and McGinnis's desperate pupils reflected an ever-expanding shadow. He instinctively opened his arms, but found that his heels were still firmly nailed within the white line of the legal collision zone.

The person he trusted most personally let a beast rush into the restricted area.

Mike Breen almost closed his eyes reflexively. "Damn it, this is going to be a murder scene."

"boom!"

Mike Breen's exclamation was abruptly cut off by the resounding thud of the basket. Lynch leaped up, knocking McGinnis' feet into the air and sending him flying off the baseline. As the basket roared, McGinnis crouched beside the baseline camera, watching the shadowy figure loom over him as its boot stepped over him.

Lynch landed in front of him, his fingertips pointing directly at No. 23, who was frozen outside the three-point line. He asked with a smile, "Jeff, where are the people who are protecting you? Is this what it feels like to be knocked down? Shut up and stop judging Grant, you damn dog!"

The dignity of guard No. 0 was gone. He curled up in the shadow of the baseline and watched his dignity splatter all over the ground along with the camera glass.

Jeff McGinnis admitted it was an unforgettable night.

But this is not the end, Lynch ran back to half court and passed by LBJ.

They are the main theme of MSG tonight.

Phil Knight, the founder of the Nike empire, stared at the arrogant Lynch, suppressed his anger, sat back on the bench and crossed his legs.

He remembered that morning in Finland when the unruly Chinese had rejected him forcefully, just as arrogantly as they were now.

He hated anyone who didn't submit to his authority, like Sonny Vaccaro and Lynch.

"Just wait, LBJ will turn everything around, and that proud idiot will soon stop laughing!" Phil Knight gritted his teeth.

"No," Spike Lee couldn't hold it in any longer. This die-hard New Yorker was no longer trying to please the owner of the Nike empire. "You won't be able to wait for that moment, Phil. This is MSG. This is Lynch's country."

Phil Knight glanced at the black director in disbelief, only to realize that he was not wearing AJs tonight, but a pair of Reeboks.

People no longer believe in the authority of Nike players.

Nike's 20-year brand hegemony has begun to crack in the Mecca of basketball.

(End of this chapter)