bull

Chapter 976

At the end of the game, the Bulls got through with a 2-point advantage. The series scored 3-2 and won the match point.

This is a result that no one expected. Such a mighty warrior, such a powerful warrior, was actually won by the Bulls in three games in a row, and even lost their home court advantage.

Bai Jidong shined on the audience, scoring a large triple-double of 40+, which refreshed the headlines of the major sports portals of the day.

"You were 20 points behind at one point, what's the secret to catching up?"

"The secret? Probably betting everything for a dream that others can't understand. I didn't want to lose, and my teammates didn't want to lose, so we won."

"So, for Game6, do you have any thoughts?"

"Chicago doesn't play tie-breaks."

Bai Jidong's answer made people a little confused, after that, he hurriedly ended the press conference and left the scene.

The last sentence was firmly remembered in the hearts of the reporters on the scene.

"Chicago doesn't play tie-breaks."

How should this sentence be understood?Certainly not literally no tiebreaker, because the Chicago Bulls did.

Actually, it's not that deep.

After thinking about it carefully, the media can figure out the meaning behind Bai Jidong's words.

The Chicago Bulls never play a tiebreaker in the Finals.

In the Jordan era, the Bulls have always settled the battle within six games and never played a tie-break. This is the tradition of the Bulls, and this is the tradition of Chicago.

Jordan did not play a tiebreaker, so Bai Jidong, who took over the scepter from Jordan, naturally did not play a tiebreaker.

That's what that sentence is all about.

For a while, there were many discussions from the outside world, and most people thought that Bai Jidong was too arrogant.

No tie-break?who do you think You Are?Is it a sure thing to win the match point?Do you know how many teams have been double inning after winning match point?
While the outside world was outraged, Durant also expressed his opinion: "It was just a loss. The series is not over, far from over. We will win the sixth game and return to Golden State to win the championship."

Durant's rebuttal didn't get any response, Bai Jidong has never been in the habit of verbally arguing in front of the media.

That night, when Bai Jidong returned to the locker room, every teammate sent him the most respectful greeting.

"Wonderful game, GOAT! (The best player in history)" Butler gave Bai Jidong a big hug.

Bai Jidong smiled and said: "GOAT is the guy who looks exactly like you." "Whatever, in my eyes, you are the GOAT!" Butler said.

"That's right! It's as good as Michael lost his competitiveness at the age of 40, but you can maintain your peak level and deal with Kevin Durant and LeBron James." Winter blows to the sky.

Bai Jidong couldn't help saying: "Don't you know that Michael once scored 40 points on me at the age of 50?"

"Strange? Are you speaking for MJ?"

Old Carter remembered that when everyone mentioned Jordan, Bai Jidong always had bad things to say, did he change his gender tonight?

Bai Jidong snorted softly: "It's just a fact, that guy was still as strong when he was 40 years old, if Ron Artest hadn't broken his ribs."

"It doesn't matter that much! Brothers! One more game!" Butler took off his jersey and waved it on his head: "One more game! We can knock Golden State to the ground, from Adam Silver that dead bald man Received the dog day's O'Brien cup!"

The locker room was noisy, only Bai Jidong and Vashabek were quieter.

Lopez patted Vashabek and said, "Bonu, why are you upset?"

Vashabek said blankly, "I'm very happy."

"With all due respect, you have displeasure written on your face," Lopez said. "Don't be like this buddy, there is only one game left, be happy, we will win the championship!"

Vashabek didn't know what expression to face this group of teammates.

"Bonu, how about staying? Chicago is not worse than Apollos, right?" Everyone likes Vashabek, so naturally they want him to stay.

Mirotic spoke first, Vashabek was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's very good here."

"So, you agree to stay?" Mirotic's eyes glowed with gold.

Seeing him in trouble, Bai Jidong opened his mouth to help him: "Let's talk about this later, the finals are not over yet."

After that, the players went in to take a shower one after another, washed off all the dirt, and then assembled outside to fly back to Chicago overnight.

"Bonu, after the season is over, what are your plans?" Bai Jidong sat with Vashabek.

Vashabek thought for a while and said, "I want to go back."

"I know." Bai Jidong said. "You were right in not answering just now. Everyone is in high spirits. You can't pour cold water on it."

"Actually, it's pretty good here," Vashabek said. "But I like Mingzhou better."

"I know, I understand, but you didn't have to come here." Bai Jidong smiled, "However, I'm really grateful that you came, especially tonight, it's good to have you."

Vashabek said: "Boss, this is what I should do."

"There's only one game left, Bo Nu, three days later, it will be our last game." Bai Jidong said.

Vashabek's mood suddenly sank to the bottom, nothing could be worse than this.

He didn't know what it would be like to play without Bai Jidong one day, he didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Now he had to try to come to terms with the fact that this was going to happen soon.

Three days later, the final match.

He didn't even ask Bai Jidong about the "tie-break", he only knew that if Bai Jidong said it was the last match, it must be the last match.

When the plane arrived in Chicago, it was in the early hours of the morning, and tens of thousands of fans were waiting outside the airport, shouting: "We are the champions!"

"This scene is really touching." Bai Jidong laughed.

Before leaving, Bai Jidong spoke a few words to the fans through a loudspeaker, thanking them for waiting, and promised to win the cup three days later, and finally emphasized: "Chicago will not play a tie-break!"

As a result, the slogan "Chicago does not play tie-breaks" swept the entire Illinois state within a few days and spread to the world.

This is no longer a slogan, but a guarantee, a promise.

That night, when Bai Jidong came home, Chu Meng was still awake.

"Why don't you sleep?" Bai Jidong asked with a smile.

"How can there be no one to greet the hero of Chicago when he goes home?" Chu Meng hooked his hands around Bai Jidong's neck, imitating his teammates' tone: "Well played, Bye."

Bai Jidong smiled and asked, "Are the children asleep?"

"Asleep." Chu Meng replied.

"It seems that the time has come." Bai Jidong hugged Chu Meng by the waist, "Honey, a spring night is worth a thousand gold."

"What are you doing?" Chu Meng couldn't resist, and was carried into the room by Bai Jidong.

The next day
Bai Jidong got up very early, and drove out after breakfast.

It's just that the destination is not the Bertolt Center, but Pippen's home.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Pippen obviously didn't sleep well last night, and now he has dark circles under his eyes.

Bai Jidong teased: "What did you do last night? Look at your dark circles, dress up and go to China to pretend to be a panda."

"Don't talk nonsense, just say it, what are you doing?" Pippen was upset when his dream was disturbed.

Bai Jidong said: "Come play, I will fight with you!"

"What the hell is wrong with you so early in the morning?"

Pippen kept refusing, but he couldn't resist Bai Jidong's hard work, so he could only drag his body and reluctantly fight with Bai Jidong.

The two played eleven balls, and Bai Jidong unceremoniously shaved Pi Peng's head.

After being abused by Bai Jidong, Pi Peng sat on the ground panting: "You came here early in the morning just to torture me, right? No, you won the game yesterday, so you shouldn't vent to me, right?"

"I miss you, don't you?" Bai Jidong also sat down, "Would you like to come to the game the day after tomorrow?"

"Why should I see it?" said Pippen proudly.

Bai Jidong smiled and asked: "Don't you want to see the Chicago Bulls win the championship for the seventh time?" "No, no, no, no." Pippen refused very simply.

"Okay, ok, you heartless old guy, I still have training, bye." Bai Jidong expected that Pippen would go to the game, and simply left.

Pippen just felt baffled, what kind of nerves did this brat get so early in the morning?They abused me for no reason, asked a question for no reason, I simply refused, and they didn't even persuade me, and didn't ask me why I refused, what the hell?

This brat!It's getting worse and worse!

"Fuck! Are you little bastards going to rebel one by one today? Why didn't you eat? Work hard!" Rodman was training a group of 15-year-old children.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Which Guisun is so good at finding time?"

Rodman picked up the phone impatiently and looked at it. He changed his face like a chameleon in seconds, which frightened the children.

"Oh my Bye, what are you doing this late at night?" Rodman's glib tone made Bai Jidong want to hang up the phone.

"Hearing your voice, you can't be dating, right? Is it convenient to talk now?" Bai Jidong asked.

Rodman used a fierce expression on the children who had stopped moving, beckoned them to continue, and then instantly switched back to a pleasant expression, "What date? It's nothing, tell me, what do you want from me?"

"You know there's a game the day after tomorrow?"

"Isn't that nonsense? You play the Finals with the Warriors, I know."

"Will you read it?"

"The school wants to organize everyone to watch it together, I will definitely watch it."

On this day, Bai Jidong called his former teammates one after another, babbled a few words, and then got straight to the point: "The finals the day after tomorrow, will you watch it? You must watch it! You can't watch it!"

This feeling is very strange, but Bai Jidong hopes that each of them can witness that moment.

When his training was over, Bai Jidong was holding the phone.

Damn it, there's still a call left.

Should I fight or not?Even if I don't tell you, the old bastard will watch it, right?

Who knows?

Forget it, don't fight!
But what if he forgot?
Will not!Can he forget such an important game?

Do not hit!Resolutely do not fight!
Hitting it showed me being hypocritical, those who didn't know thought I valued him a lot!

Don't fight to death!

I don't even beat my hands!
At three o'clock in the morning, while Jordan was sleeping with his Cuban wife in his arms, the phone rang in the middle of winter.

"Hey, Bob. Have you negotiated with Chris?" Jordan thought it was his assistant.

"What Bob? What Chris? Mike, it's me."

The shrill voice woke Jordan up suddenly.

"What are you calling in the middle of the night?" Jordan was upset.

"Miss you"

"I'll give you another chance to speak, and speak straight, or I'll die."

"Then I can call you again."

"Don't force me to block you!"

"I have a dozen phones"

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Jordan yelled, waking up his wife.

Yvette looked at him pitifully: "Mike, what's wrong?"

"Damn it! If you don't fucking say it, I'll hang up, I'll turn off the phone! I'll just throw the phone into the toilet!"

"Don't, don't, are you kidding me?"

"How old are you and still so irritable, it's not good for your health, you know?"

Jordan felt that his blood pressure was about to rise after answering the phone call.

"Actually, I called to ask you something."

"Say."

"You know there's a game the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Ok?"

"You will see it?"

"Ok?"

"Huh, what? Let me ask you, will you watch the game the day after tomorrow?"

Jordan's patience had reached its limit: "You fucking called me in the middle of the night and woke up Yvette and me just to ask me this shit question?"

"This question is very important, okay? Don't you know that game is very important to me? Although you are an insignificant guy, no matter how small an ant is, it has its role. I still have a little hope that you will witness this history sexual moment."

Well, Jordan's rage was off the charts.

"You fucking listen! I'm going to poke my blind eyes, break my legs, and break my hands, and I won't watch the game the day after tomorrow! Fuck you!"

After all, Jordan hung up the phone. If Yvette hadn't stopped him, the phone would have been thrown into the toilet.

"Mike, who is it?" Yvette asked.

Jordan was so angry that his head hurt: "Except for that bastard, who else could be so angry with me?"

"You really are, people don't know Bye, don't you? He just likes to joke so much." Yvette said.

Jordan's eyes were straight: "Why are you still talking about that bastard?"

"Is there?" Yvette didn't realize it herself.

Jordan was furious: "That nasty Chinese guy! Damn it! I don't want to watch his game! Let him and his game die!"

Far away in Chicago, Bai Jidong looked at his phone: "Look at you bastard, how many times have you been told!"

"Don't call that bastard! Don't call that bastard! You won't listen!"

"Do you really think I dare not chop you up?"

"Let me tell you, if it wasn't for the fact that there will be a game the day after tomorrow, you would have been chopped off by me!"

Bai Jidong talked to himself like a psychopath for a long time, put down his phone, and thought about who else he missed.

Those names went back and forth in my mind several times, and I made sure that I didn't miss them, so I put down the phone.

"It's almost there." Bai Jidong yawned and returned to the room.

That's it, peace.

(End of this chapter)