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Chapter 170 I'm Not Easy To Be Bullied (1 Update, Begging To Subscribe)

g3 is always tough.

If the first two games are tied, whoever can win the third game first will seize the opportunity.

After 3-3, g7 is a battle of life and death.

After 2-2, g5 is Tianwangshan.

The g3 after 1-1 may not have much meaning in previous years, at most it proves that the two teams are evenly matched, but this year is different.

Popovich's criticism of Zhou Yan has been trending on social platforms in various regions of the world.

Throughout the history of human sports, there are only a handful of similar moments.

It requires Zhou Yan to be at his best, or Popovich, who just turned 50, will take the same.

There are many people who are popular.

Players in their prime are always subject to many unfair evaluations.

Even objectively speaking, the performance of this player is impeccable.

The fans of the Holy City have always been Buddhist, and the most double standards.

They hate Zhou Yan, who is too high-profile in his "367" style, just because Zhou Yan is not a member of the Spurs.

But when the home team coach Popovich made an obviously unfair evaluation of Zhou Yan, they became the most loyal supporters again.

Zhou Yan didn't say a word until the game started.

Zhou Yan always had only one expression on his face.

dull.

It seems that everything that happened before, and what is about to come tonight, which is similar to the trial, has nothing to do with me.

At least 20 media are willing to pay to interview Zhou Yan. The reporters from ESPN have lowered the standard again and again, even claiming that ESPN is willing to spend 500,000 US dollars to buy out Zhou Yan's mere five minutes of interview time.

Nothing came to light.

Game start.

Zhou Yan noticed that before going on the court, Popovich held Bruce Bowen and whispered, as if he was explaining something.

But everyone's attention is focused on the game, and no one pays attention to this detail.

The Heat made the first attack.

Pat Riley's tactics are very simple.

Everything revolves around the absolute core of the team.

In view of Zhou Yan's 4-day truce, the hand feeling may be rusty, and the other four players on the field must do everything possible to help Zhou Yan get back to the state as soon as possible.

This is essentially saying, give the ball to Zhou Yan.

Not a certain point in time, not a certain situation.

Instead, at any point in time and under any circumstances, the offensive rhythm is dominated by Zhou Yan.

It is Zhou Yan who is advancing with the ball now.

After halftime, the high position stood firm and the familiar double-team.

Bruce Bowen on the left and Tony Parker on the right.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, dribbled the ball in cross-steps, took one step and one step back, until he retreated to about two steps beyond the three-point line before stopping the ball again.

Bowen and Parker were a little confused, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

Zhou Yan pulled up and shot directly.

The audience exclaimed for a while, and the commentary dragged the "god" at the end of the story sharply and long.

Two seconds later, the basketball crashed into the net.

All quiet.

Zhou Yan turned around calmly, his face still expressionless.

Al-Quds fans had a vague feeling that something extraordinary was about to happen.

The previous Zhou Yan was not like this.

After scoring a goal, Zhou Yan will have very exaggerated body movements, which is his unique way of celebrating.

In western basketball culture, the celebration after scoring a goal is essential.

Because a considerable number of players firmly believe that every shot they hit is God's arrangement.

Zhou Yan never believed in God.

"I celebrate just because I want to celebrate."

In the Spurs round, Parker had just passed halftime, and the good show in the first quarter of G1 was staged again.

Zhou Yan is like a ghost, appearing silently, and completing the steal silently.

When the man ran close to the ground, his back was arched, his muscles were tense, and his veins were full of veins, he looked like a wild beast.

Parker didn't have any power to fight back.

Zhou Yan made a steal, advanced the counterattack alone, and almost swept to the Spurs basket in the blink of an eye, but he stood still in the reasonable collision zone and did not make a shot for a long time.

It wasn't until the Spurs' two backcourts rushed to the middle distance that Zhou Yan jumped high and scored a dunk.

The audience was in an uproar.

Not long after, all kinds of boos and abuse filled the att center venue in San Antonio.

Even the most stupid person should be able to see that Zhou Yan's behavior just now is completely naked and provocative!

Hiss, they were outraged.

The fans cursed because they were angry, but there was nothing they could do.

The Spurs attacked again, and the whole team deliberately slowed down the pace of advancement, which was equivalent to four teammates protecting Parker and settled in the frontcourt safely.

Parker scored an inside shot to Duncan with a high arc, and the general pushed Mourning away. Duncan left his feet off the ground, ready to kick back a ball, and returned the favor.

Boom!!!

Zhou Yan is taking a big front!!

It's not over yet.

Duncan only felt an unusually strong resistance from the other side of the ball, and this resistance quickly turned into a one-sided oppression...

"ah!!"

Duncan has always been known for his calmness in playing basketball. No matter whether he plays well or not, his face is always calm.

But this time, Duncan screamed because of the pain.

On the big screen, the camera showed a close-up of the player's face. Duncan's facial features were almost twisted into a ball, and he looked extremely distressed.

The whistle sounded.

The Spurs generals hurriedly surrounded not only Duncan, but Zhou Yan as well.

"Foul! A malicious foul must be given! This defense is obviously aimed at the useless!"

"Play ball, play ball, don't you Zhou Yan want to fight with us?!"

Fortunately, the Heat players also pushed in, especially Mourning, who stopped Zhou Yan without saying a word, staring down at Bruce Bowen.

"The villain sued first?! Let's talk about the defensive foul. I can see it clearly from the side. The bra is cleaner than your old mother's underwear. Tim can't stand it, so he blames Zhou Yan instead?!"

"Quiet! Quiet!!"

The referee signaled everyone to shut up.

At this moment Duncan also stood up.

"Sorry, Mr. Referee, but the defense just now did not foul, let's continue the game!"

As soon as Duncan finished speaking, Popovich rushed over angrily, pointed at Zhou Yan's nose and was about to curse.

Two fierce lights shot out from Zhou Yan's eyes, and Popovich instantly became sluggish, and turned to ask about Duncan's injury.

The referee's seat quickly discussed the result of 5.4 - Zhou Yan did not foul and the game continued.

The ball belongs to the Spurs.

There were boos again.

Zhou Yan kept his expression on, and there were already dozens of sneers in his heart.

Thinking about the group of so-called nostalgic fans more than ten years later who will always miss the previous games, they are iron-blooded and fair, now it seems that it is really the biggest joke.

The so-called iron blood is to judge malicious fouls as technical fouls.

The so-called fairness means that the referee opened his eyes and told nonsense, listening to the wind and rain, awarding the ball that should have belonged to the Heat to the Spurs.

It was a brutal block, but only a block.

Duncan couldn't bear the pressure from the front. If the whistle didn't sound, the Heat would have 100% possession of the ball.

"The world is as black as crows."

Ginobili missed in the mid-range, Zhou Yan took off the defensive rebound with the twin towers on top, and rushed to the frontcourt.