In June 1997, the heat in the high school teaching building without air conditioning was mixed with the restlessness of the students. As soon as the bell rang for the fourth quarter, a group of students rushed down to the mailroom cabin on the first floor like a madman. There was a TV for the janitor to pass the time. Through a small screen of ten inches, the NBA 96-97 season finals The battle was in full swing, and the game just reached the fourth quarter. Rodman held Karl Malone with his hips. Stockton didn't know who to use the cover to score a layup. There were cheers in the room.
It was the age of the NBA stars, Ewing the gorilla, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Drexler the glider, Reggie Miller, Sean Barkley, and so much more Today's Hall of Fame is old, but at that time it was called the Bull Dynasty, and most of the Bulls fans inside and outside the room were really because of the existence of a superstar who surpassed the times - Jordan. At that time, God Qiao's dominance in the league was unparalleled. Jordan Pippen Rodman's iron triangle was carved by Zen master Phil Jackson, and he was unparalleled in the world. The regular season's victories in sixty or seventy games were indeed eligible. To look at the crowd. You must know that the level of civilization at the time was far from what it is now. The Palace of Auburn Hills once daunted any team in the league. The iron elbow of the postman Malone was always intimidating the opponent, but all of this could not stop Jordan's terrifying playoffs. Continuous output ability, fully equipped equipment plus the continuous red and blue buffs that come with the audience, it seems that the killing god is coming to the world. Although we didn't understand the complex tactical system of the NBA at that time (nor do we understand it now?, don't ask), just watching Jordan's personal performance is enough to make our blood boil. The game in the cabin continued, the constant pumping of adrenaline pounding the kids' brains. Although the college entrance examination is less than a month away, our daily attention is still on the basketball hoop on the playground and the game on TV. It seems that the pressure of the college entrance examination does not exist. On the screen, Jordan once again swept past Hornacek's defense, relaxed his arms, tore the Jazz's defense in the air, and burst into the building.
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I feel like if I keep writing it, it will become a long novel, so let's stop here, thank God Qiao and the bull for their company in those lush years!
Only after walking did I realize that so many pasts are so beautiful. Also lucky.
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