Somehow the ball rolled out of the crowd, and it happened to roll toward him again. Song Ya quickly grabbed it and looked up for Pippen.
The opposing old head shook his arms like spreading his wings, and immediately blocked the pass. Song Ya turned around with one leg as the center, but still no one was found, Rodman just got up.
In fact, Boss Miller had already run close to ask for the ball, but he didn't see it, and his mentality fell prematurely.
Jordan steals again.
He simply held the ball in front of his stomach with both hands, bent over, drove people with his head and shoulders, turned again, and smoothly turned himself fainted.
"Huhuhu..." Suddenly, he could only hear the sound of his heart beating and gasping. All the noise in the stadium disappeared. He felt that the brain was hypoxia, and the old wound from the gun on his **** was painful, and sweat was hanging on. On the eyelashes.
‘Boom! The basketball held in one hand is surprisingly strong.
It was Jordan. Fortunately, he held it so hard that the ball was only loosened by him. This guy immediately took advantage of the situation and hugged the ball with his hands, trying to take the ball directly from his own hands.
"I just gave you a face to play in friendly matches! Now you guys are playing me together!?"
So angry, Song Ya won’t give it. The big deal is a scrimmage. He used the strength of a squeeze to turn around, rushing from left to right like a warrior trapped in despair, his vision blurred and he only saw the other nine players. The red and white jerseys rotated in the field of vision, and then the elbow seemed to touch something, which was painful.
'beep! The referee blew his whistle, "Foul!"
Damn it!
He loosened the ball angrily, wiped the sweat off his face, and slammed it on the floor to reveal water stains.
Ok? what's happenin? He only noticed that Jordan was lying on the floor and covering his eyes with the back of his hands in pain, his chest rising and falling sharply.
Deserve it! Hehe...
He went to the muffler and asked for water.
Why didn't he get up yet, Rodman lowered his head and asked Jordan a few words, and then signaled a timeout to the referee and called for the team doctor to enter the field.
...
The audience opened their eyes wide, and waited silently, covering their mouths.
Jordan grinned and was helped up by the team doctor and walked into the player tunnel.
Uh... what do you do now?
Pippen and Rodman discussed for a while, and both sides changed players, and they took the rest of the game with them.
Song Ya was also replaced and rested, and the people next to him and Tony did not speak.
"Are you OK?"
At the beginning of the retirement ceremony, the lights of the United Center hit the giant uniforms hanging above the court, with the big No. 23 hanging in the middle.
Song Ya, who quickly eased back, was about to follow up and ask about the situation. Jordan appeared again in a clean long-sleeved team uniform. The corners of his mouth shook, and one hand was always pressing on the rib injury, as if he was in Enduring great pain, without saying a word, just swinging the other hand to signal that it's okay.
He sat down, a spotlight hit him immediately, and the audience thundered in cheers. Song Ya and the others applauded him in tribute. UU reading www. uukanshu.cOM
"There'sahero, ifeooulookinsideyourheart..."
Another spotlight came on. The ex-wife wore a team uniform No. 23, sang the famous song hero, and looked at Jordan affectionately.
Suddenly everyone felt sad, and Jordan pursed his mouth, his eyes moistened unknowingly.
"Lordknows! dreamsarehardtofollow, butdon'tletanyone, earthemaway, holdon! there willbetomorrow, intime, you'll find theway..."
The ex-wife's voice is indeed not as good as before, but she uses technology to handle it properly, and it is more affectionate to hear the occasional hoarse from another angle.
Jordan sucked his nose, and finally couldn't stretch it anymore, tears gushing out on his cheeks like a waterfall, he quickly lowered his head, covered his eyes with his hand, and drew a handful of heroic tears.
"We will all miss him, Mariah Carey's hero is perfect for this occasion, and Michael Jordan is the hero for all of us."
The commentator of the nbc station said.
"Yes, today is an unforgettable day. It is the first time I saw Jordan so emotional. It was so embarrassing to say goodbye to the basketball court. He cried like a child." Another commentator was full of emotion.
"I don't want to either! I've broken my rib!" Jordan was wailing in his heart at this time.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1285: Contact Gauti
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"When I retired for the first time, Phil Jackson was a coach. But I think even if he is still a coach this season, it will be difficult for me. I already feel the challenge in my heart, ahhh..."
Jordan was halfway through his retirement speech. He suddenly took a cold breath while covering the wound with his hand. He grinned his teeth, and slowly, he looked at Song Ya who was sitting in the player's bench, shook his head and smiled bitterly and ridiculed himself: "Aplus just made me laugh. Think of Carl."
"Hahaha!" Karl Malone is the leading power forward of the Bulls' old rival Jazz. He is known for his iron elbows. The audience burst into laughter.
Song Ya smiled heartlessly, nodding her head to accept the evaluation, and applauded.
He knew that his elbow and Karl Malone were completely incomparable in weight, and the thickness of his arms was countless laps away. "Hey, this old guy can bear it, and he can survive until the end of the ceremony. How can I say? Do you need to visit this brother?" He turned off the TV and asked Hayden next to him.
"Jordan's agent, David Falke, said no, they don't want the incident of the broken rib to be exposed." Hayden replied.
"Oh?"
Song Ya thought for a while and asked, "I don't understand. Why did he choose to stay with the Bulls after he retired? The conflict with the manager Klaus was so deep that the Bulls didn't try their best to build momentum for him during yesterday's retirement ceremony..."
"It is rumored that he wants to replace Klaus as the manager of the Bulls and buy a small share as a minority shareholder, so Klaus hates him."
Hayden explained: "It is said that after he retired for the first time, the Bulls owner Rainsdorf had promised these conditions in order to persuade him to come back to play. We, William Morris, are not sure about the matter between the two of Rainsdorf."
"That's it."
Jordan and David Falke are quite capable of keeping secrets, Song Ya nodded and lost his mind. Rainsdorf, he knows, is the owner of the NBA Chicago Bulls and Major League Baseball Chicago White Sox. He was a real estate developer in his early years. Now he concentrates on running these two top clubs. At the same time, he is also the determination of Chicago Mayor Daly Jr. supporter.
"Hahaha..."
He asked Hayden to change to the videotape of yesterday's game, fast forward to the critical moment, and the two of them had fun before they watched it.
"Aplus got the ball, he seems tired..."
The commentator spoke quickly, "There are two and a half minutes left in the game, and the red team leads by five points."
It was quite interesting to watch the situation from God’s perspective. In the picture, I was sweating, my skin was shiny, and there were sweat drops on my chin. I leaned over and picked up the ball rolling on the floor with both hands. Then I was confronted by the two. Mi-05's'retired old man' blocked the way to the basket.
In fact, now that the old man's defensive strength was not too strong, he stood in front of him, waving his arms and waving, that's all.