51 points, 7 rebounds, 3 assists, 2 steals, Jordan played at his peak tonight! Similarly, under such fierce opposition, playing 42 minutes, he was at the end of his rope.
Looking at Zhang Hao, who also played 42 minutes and scored 40 points, 7 rebounds, 4 assists, and 3 blocks, Jordan felt he had played really well tonight.
It had been a long ti since he felt this way, playing against a regular strong team at a high level, it was like going back 10 years, to when he was about 23 or 24.
Although he enjoyed such a ga, Jordan still wanted to win, and he forced his way towards Zhang Hao.
However, although Jordan was strong, much of his strength was in his explosiveness. At this age, after playing so long and under such high load, he couldn't interfere with Zhang Hao receiving the ball!
No more possessions, Zhang Hao, who received the ball from Jordan, wasn't in a hurry. He watched the tir on the other half of the court and observed the movents of teammates and opponents.
No one ca up to double-team him, the teammates had full confidence in Jordan's defense. Even though Jordan would soon be 33, he was still the best defender on the team, likely to make all-defensive first team, and the best defensive shooting guard in the league.
Zhang Hao carefully protected the ball, feeling the court through the dribbles, this possession would decide the outco, he wasn't rushing to shoot.
But in his current physical condition, he couldn't quite feel his body.
Seeing there were 4 seconds left on the shot clock, Zhang Hao smiled, gritted his teeth, and started a post-up!
Pushing back, although Jordan couldn't move him, Zhang Hao couldn't move Jordan either. Out of options, Zhang Hao stepped forward with his left foot, pivoted with his right, and exerted all his strength to leap away... Turnaround fadeaway!
Jordan tried his best to press up, trying to interfere with Zhang Hao.
After all, Jordan was still Jordan. At this mont he also exploded, Zhang Hao's turnaround fadeaway, Jordan was still in position, jumping up, his hand covering Zhang Hao's release point!
In the air, Zhang Hao had to lean back, trying his best to maintain balance, aiming at the basket, and forcefully shot the ball...
After the shot, Zhang Hao and Jordan collided, both falling to the floor.
The referee didn't blow the whistle, in the last few plays, unless it was an obvious foul, nothing would be called, especially not for this ga-winning shot.
The mont the ball left Zhang Hao's hand, the stadium fell silent, so quiet the ga clock buzzer was piercingly loud, so quiet the sound of the ball swishing through the net as it fell into the basket was clear and crisp!
With the sound of the ball brushing through the net and falling from the rim, the crowd erupted with deafening cheers!
Lying on the floor, Jordan punched the ground hard, still lost...
As for Zhang Hao, after he made the shot, there were no regrets about this ga pushed to the extre. Regardless of hitting or missing, there were no regrets. They had done their best, to get this far was already a miracle.
When he heard the cheers of the crowd, saw his teammates surrounding him, and was helped to his feet, he felt calm... there was no energy left to celebrate.
After standing up, even the cheers from the fans felt blurred to Zhang Hao, he was just too exhausted.
Glancing at the score, 125 to 124, the Brooklyn Nets, victorious!
At this ti, Zhang Hao wanted to find Jordan, but saw that the Bulls players, unable to accept the loss, had already walked into the player tunnel.
So Bulls players had good character, but with Jordan leading them out, they couldn't stay.
If that's the case, then enjoy the cheers!
But Zhang Hao's unchanged expression after the ga-winning shot, his teammates didn't want to see his youthful, handso, and indifferent face at this mont, it dampened the celebratory mood.
Yet Zhang Hao was already accustod to this expression, hitting a fadeaway ga-winner against Jordan, he was excited too!
As teammates gathered to celebrate, Zhang Hao found himself "isolated," which just allowed him to put on a bit of a show, as he directly walked towards the player tunnel.
At this mont, he saw Chris Owen rushing out of the player tunnel, running towards Butch Baird, who was celebrating with his teammates.
Before Zhang Hao could even be puzzled, a group of people not dressed as reporters but clearly reporters rushed to the entrance of the player tunnel, blocking him.
As to how he could tell they were reporters, it was because they were all holding recorders and notebooks...
Normally, there are no live post-ga interviews, only a post-ga press conference. These people were obviously there for an impromptu interview.
Feeling a bit smug, one-on-one ga-winning shot against Jordan! Ga-winning shot against Jordan, stirred the dia!
The performance of their Brooklyn Nets tonight, just thinking about it made Zhang Hao excited.
At this mont, with his mind feeling like mush, Zhang Hao suddenly beca clear-headed, his clearest monts were always when he could show off!
After clearing his head a bit, Zhang Hao recalled what they accomplished tonight - handing Jordan, who scored 50 in a single ga, a loss!
Simply crazy!
Even he felt it was too crazy!
"How should I show off? Eh... just like this."
In an instant, thoughts were spun, and the reporters were in chaos, the person in front stretching out a recorder started asking questions, and the others weren't babbling, since the questions were all the sa, they all held out their recorders.
The reporter at the front asked, "Aix, after playing such a crazy ga and then being traded, do you think it's too crazy?"
Because of Zhang Hao's expressionless face after the ga-winner, those who didn't know what happened thought it was cool, those who disliked him not knowing the situation would think he's arrogant, but in the eyes of these reporters with things to ask, Zhang Hao's indifference ant he already knew what had happened.
Just about to begin showing off, Zhang Hao, imrsed in the joy of what was coming, didn't react in ti, just as he was about to start showing off, he suddenly understood.
"Eh? What did you say!"
Even his Mandarin slipped out!
Zhang Hao tilted his neck looking at the group of reporters, he was dumbfounded...
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