NBA: My template has no limit

In the third quarter, the game became extremely intense.

The Bucks brought in blue-collar center Almon Gilliam to strengthen their interior defense.

Xu Feng received the ball at the top of the arc, turned sideways to face Jordan, faked a shoulder movement, turned and rushed out. Jordan did not lose his defensive position, but stayed close to Xu Feng, constantly reaching out to interfere.

Xu Feng held the ball in one hand and used the other hand to shield the ball, then rushed forward three steps before suddenly changing direction and pulling back to a sudden stop.

The muscles in his thighs tensed instantly, their lines clearly outlined, stretching and pulling, becoming Xu Feng's brakes.

Jordan was caught off guard and was shaken off by Xu Feng. He quickly jumped up and reached out to try to interfere with Xu Feng.

It was too late; his height only reached Xu Feng's chest, and he couldn't affect Xu Feng in the slightest.

Swish! A clean hit!

"Beautiful! A perfect change of rhythm! Xu Feng faced Jordan head-on without flinching, he faked him out! The entire arena is cheering for this young man, this is the brilliance of the new generation!"

Xu Feng's shot rekindled Joan McLoughlin's passion for basketball in her middle age.

Countless players can execute beautiful one-on-one moves when they're alone, but very few can actually do them smoothly on the court against Jordan. That's the importance of mentality and a big heart.

Successful basketball players often need a rebellious teenage mentality of "I don't respect anyone!" and "Who do you think you are?" as well as a big heart that can remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses in front of them. These two qualities are always the key difference between ordinary players and stars.

The moment Xu Feng scored, McLoughlin seemed to transcend the limitations of time and space, returning to his rookie days, to the moment he came off the bench, one-on-one against Elgin Baylor, and made a mid-range shot.

That's the charm of basketball—there are always exceptionally talented rookies coming to the league and writing their own legends!

On the court, Jordan's counterattack was extremely swift and simple. He shook off Xu Feng with one step and flew up for a layup.

He executed a powerful mid-air layup to bypass Vin Baker's blockade and smoothly place the ball into the basket.

After landing, Jordan looked at Xu Feng again, intimidating him with his murderous gaze.

Xu Feng was speechless. What kind of intimidation was it to keep staring at his opponent? He glared back:

"What are you looking at? Do you think your eyes are attractive? Don't give me that crap."

Jordan paused for a moment, then continued to stare at Xu Feng, who also glared at him.

The two held out for a full fifteen seconds.

Helen Fisher, a leading authority on the psychology of love, once said in "The Science of Love": "Eye contact is the most direct signal of attraction. Eye contact that lasts for 4 to 10 seconds can effectively trigger 'heart flutter'."

Helen's theory of love might not work on the court. After staring at each other for 15 seconds, Jordan became even angrier, and Xu Feng could almost see white breath coming out of his nose.

He nodded slowly, emphasizing each word: "I hope you can stay this stubborn forever."

"Sorry, I'm not just stubborn in words, I can be stubborn in any way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Feng received the ball, turned sideways to push Jordan aside, created a little space, and pulled up for a three-pointer!

Jordan lunged forward, even grabbing Xu Feng's jersey.

Swish! Another three-pointer!

"Not bad defense, you almost did it, McGrady!" Xu Feng couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark on his way back on defense.

The audience saw Xu Feng and Jordan arguing, and although they didn't know what the two were saying, as home fans, they booed them appropriately.

"Shh!"

I don't care if you sell tickets or not, I'm still selling them! If you don't come to Milwaukee, then you're not the basketball god of Milwaukee!

Jordan didn't say a word, he just kept running.

He ran from the top of the arc to the left three-point line at a 45-degree angle. Coach Chris was not confident that Xu Feng would defend the hot-handed Jordan one-on-one. Sherman double-teamed him from the baseline, and Robinson also moved to the top of the arc to wait for an opportunity.

Jordan and the ball landed at the same time. He caught the ball sideways and jumped instantly, twisting his waist and turning in mid-air, facing the basket.

Xu Feng jumped at the same time, his super-fast jumping speed allowing him to keep up with Jordan. He had already blocked Jordan's view with one hand, while Sherman interfered with Jordan's vision from the side.

Jordan ignored the defense of two players and shot the ball over his head.

Swish!

"Is this Michael Jordan? Xu Feng's hand was practically covering his face, yet he still managed to sink a three-pointer with almost no vision. Even that kind of defense couldn't stop him from scoring!"

After landing, Jordan stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at Xu Feng, who glared back.

The two seemed to be performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

The duel between Jordan and Xu Feng was the main battleground in the third quarter. Both of them had amazing shooting percentages, and for a time it was impossible to tell who was better.

With two minutes left in the third quarter, Rodman grabbed a rebound and tried to put it back in, but as he jumped, he suddenly felt a pain in his hand, and the basketball disappeared.

Turning his head, he saw Robinson snatch the basketball, and Sherman quickly dribbled the ball on a fast break, nimbly weaving past Pippen's defense and scoring with a layup.

"You fucking hit my hand, didn't you!" Rodman went to argue with Robinson again.

"I only stole the ball, I didn't hit your hand. If you're not good enough, just take it. What, you're not happy about it?"

Robinson responded forcefully.

Rodman got annoyed and was about to make a move when Phil Jackson's stern voice rang out: "The Worm, stop! You know this isn't basketball!"

The Zen Master quickly called a timeout and whispered to Rodman, "That's enough, Daniel. We're on the court to play basketball, not to fight."

Rodman didn't say anything, just kept his head down. The Zen Master gently patted Rodman on the shoulder, signaling him to return to the court, and the game continued.

Seeing Jordan being double-teamed, Phil Jackson decisively substituted Steve Kerr, who could create open looks and pose a three-point threat when Jordan drew the defense.

The idea was great, but Kerr's shooting touch was terrible. He missed three consecutive three-pointers after coming on, so Phil Jackson had to bring Kukoc back in.

Entering the fourth quarter, the Bucks still led by 5 points.

The Bulls' best game rhythm is to probe in the first quarter, go back and forth in the second quarter, suddenly exert their strength in the third quarter and win in one go, and then consolidate the victory in the fourth quarter.

In this game, Jordan stepped up his game in the third quarter as expected, but Rodman and Pippen couldn't keep up with his pace. Rodman lost the rebound, and Pippen couldn't stop the big dog.

In the fourth quarter, the game, which should have been a "hot finish" for the Bulls, turned into a "slow simmer" for the Bucks.

"Stand there and don't move, Daniel. Sherman will definitely go that way!" Pippen pointed to the byline, about 30 degrees outside the penalty area, and said to Rodman.

As one of the league's top help defenders, Pippen possesses not only physical attributes but also invaluable defensive awareness. He anticipates offensive routes by understanding his opponents' offensive habits and their strong and weak hands.

Pippen was also responsible for directing the defensive formation on the court.

Sure enough, Sherman accelerated past Kukoc and appeared in front of Rodman.

After Sherman dribbles past his opponent, he usually gathers the ball to prepare for a floater. At this moment, Rodman suddenly appears and blocks his attack.

"Shit!"

Sherman, unable to avoid it, hastily tried to pass the ball to Xu Feng.

boom!

A large hand appeared in the basketball's flight path. Pippen darted out and intercepted the ball. Before his eyes even reached it, the ball had already been passed.

Jordan dribbles at full speed; who wouldn't take a simple fast break opportunity?

With his position almost perfect, Jordan took three big strides forward, crossed the free-throw line, and then glided into the air, about to unleash a powerful dunk!

However, the Milwaukee sky doesn't belong to Jordan alone; behind him is Xu Feng, making it a double play!

There was no time to think about anything else; Jordan spread his arms and slashed downwards.

boom!

Unfortunately, this time, the basketball was destined not to go into the basket!

Xu Feng's long arm lashed out like an iron whip, pressing down on the basketball and forcibly pulling Jordan along until the ball was locked onto the backboard.

The 20,000 people in the audience were stunned at first, and no one spoke. They needed time to process it and for their brains to realize that their eyes had not deceived them.

A second later, a deafening roar of screams, cheers, stomping, and standing up erupted. Fans waved their jerseys wildly and shouted, the noise so loud that they couldn't even hear what the people around them were saying.

They cheered and whistled in Jordan's direction, their applause and shouts filling the arena, all languages ​​ultimately merging into a unified roar.

"Xu Feng, Xu Feng, Xu Feng!"

"MVP! MVP! MVP!"

The entire audience was chanting his name.

Xu Feng, their MVP!

In the commentary booth, Pasik and McClolorin practically shoved the microphones into their mouths, shouting passionately while spitting out words:

"Unbelievable! Absolutely incredible! Xu Feng forcefully blocked Jordan's fast break layup!"

"Jordan completely let his guard down, thinking that no one was chasing him anymore. Who could have imagined it? Absolutely no one could have imagined it!"

The crowd erupted! Xu Feng faced a legend head-on at the Bradley Center and blocked a legendary shot!