Chapter 129 The Pistons have a 1% chance of advancing to the Eastern Conference Finals and a 1% chance of winning the championship.

Author: Dong Wangyi

Chapter 129 The Pistons have a 1% chance of advancing to the Eastern Conference Finals and a 1% chance of winning the championship.

"99%? You should just let the Bulls enter the finals." Zhou Quan was very dissatisfied.

The Trail Blazers have seven wins and two losses in the two rounds, and Drexler is in stable form, with a 55% chance of reaching the finals and a 20% chance of winning the championship.

The Jazz had seven wins and three losses in the two rounds. The Malone brothers played steadily and worked together to defeat the Trail Blazers. The probability of reaching the finals was 45% and the probability of winning the championship was 16%.

The Pistons have seven wins and two losses in two rounds. The lineup is seriously aging and lacks vitality. On the offensive end, it lacks offensive energy. On the defensive end, due to Rodman's injury, the interior defense has been greatly weakened. The overall defense will also be weakened. At the same time, rebounding is very likely to be weakened.

Out of control, the chance of defeating the Bulls in the Eastern Conference Finals is 1%, and the chance of winning the championship is 1%.

"I X!"

Zhou Quan, a gentle person like him, was so angry that he cursed when he saw the Pistons' data.

The chance of defeating the Bulls is only 1%, and the chance of winning the championship is only 1%. This is a consolation. Do the Pistons need consolation?

"Ding ding ding..."

The phone rang and he went over and picked up the receiver.

"Iron Fist, we have to fight hard this time. We must not be swept away by the bull." Before he could speak, the assassin said angrily.

"Swipe?"

Zhou Quan couldn't help but shook his head.

From this sentence, he knew that the assassin was really dead and only had a rotten air left.

If he was an assassin during the two consecutive championships, he would definitely be clamoring to punish Jordan, break Jordan's legs, and kill the Bulls, but now he just doesn't want to be swept away.

The reason why I am so excited is not because of my enthusiasm, but just because I am unwilling to do so.

If he still has the energy, all he wants to do is defeat Jordan and the Bulls, rather than just try to avoid being swept.

He also knew that it would be difficult to beat the Bulls this time. He was not good enough, neither was the Assassin, and most importantly, neither was Rodman.

However, the Pistons are still not weak, really not weak. Not to mention offense, even if they rely on defense, they can give the Bulls a drink. Why are the requirements so low? They just don't want to be swept away?

No matter who he faces, even if it's Jordan and his Bulls, he just wants to win.

"Isiah, I want to win." He said into the microphone in a deep voice.

"What?"

The assassin over there was stunned.

"Isiah..."

He shouted loudly and asked in a tone close to questioning: "Why can't we even have the thought of winning? Are he and the Bulls really that strong?

Then I tell you, it's impossible. Not only do I not accept the fate of being swept, I also want to make Michael Jordan look good in the Palace of Auburn Hills.

I want to stand in front of him, just like you did back then, pointing to his nose and saying to him: Michael Jordan, you are nothing special. The Pistons will always be your sky and a mountain in front of you. You will climb higher and higher in your life.

Don’t go there.”

His voice was very loud, and it was already roaring after he spoke.

Isiah Thomas became excited. That was his peak. When he was at his strongest, he stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at Michael Jordan, Big Bird and Magic.

Zhou Quan said in a deep voice: "So, Isiah Thomas, what you need to consider now is not that you cannot be swept, but how to defeat the Bulls and defeat Michael Jordan."

"Yes yes yes..."

In excitement, Isiah Thomas said repeatedly.

"We may really not be able to do it this year, but our determination to win cannot be let down. You are the former leader of this team, and I hope you will join me in leading this team to challenge Jordan's Bulls."

At this point, Zhou Quan promised a sweetener and said: "Isiah, if you can help me, I will recognize your leadership position in the Pistons locker room, just like Joe Dumars."

"real?"

Isiah Thomas's heart suddenly exploded and he was so excited!

Being swept by Jordan in the Eastern Conference Finals was his Waterloo. His career evaluation and historical status plummeted, directly cut in half.

The violence in the locker room was a turning point in his life. He was kicked into hell with an iron fist, and his fame, money, and status all left him.

Two consecutive fatal blows directly plunged his life and career into a trough at the same time. The reason why he bowed to the Iron Fist and chose to return to the team to survive was just to hope for a chance to make a comeback. Even if he could not climb back to his original position,

It's better than retiring directly.

Now, there is a little chance.

If he can become one of the leaders in the locker room again, and if the Pistons can regain their glory under Iron Fist, then he will have a chance to stand up again.

Zhou Quan said seriously: "Of course it is true, you are very influential to John Salley and Mark Aguirre, as well as Joe Dumars and Rodman.

They are all veterans. They have won two championships with the Pistons. They have become famous, but they have no spirit.

Isiah, I hope you can help me inspire them, and I hope to see a Pistons full of fighting spirit in the Eastern Conference Finals series."

"Leave it to me, Iron Fist."

The assassin excitedly put down the phone and immediately started contacting those guys.

"Hey, Joe, come to my house for dinner tonight."

"Hey, John, come over to my house for a drink tonight."

"Hey Mark, let's meet up tonight."

"Hey Dennis, there's a party tonight, a house party."

He only contacted these four people, which was what Iron Fist told him to do, and he did still have considerable influence on the four of them.

After Zhou Quan hung up the phone, he also made an appointment with Darnell Walker and Ulrich to have dinner with them.

The reason why he agreed to the Assassin's condition was because he really needed the veteran's influence on the Pistons.

He is too young, and his qualifications are still too low. To lead a team, it is not enough to rely on fists to intimidate him, nor to rely on the support of the management. He must unite all the forces that can be united to rejuvenate this aging team.

machine.

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning on May 17, Zhou Quan drove to the headquarters and met the team.

At this time, one car after another drove out of Detroit. They were fans going to watch the away game, forming an extremely long convoy and heading to Chicago.

At half past eleven, the Pistons boarded a special plane and began their journey to the Eastern Conference Finals.

Piston's plane entered the stratosphere, and Zhou Quan started to eat. There were ten lunch boxes, including two boxes of rice and eight boxes of vegetables. The appetite was still very large.

Before eating, he joked: "I think we should take a bus to Chicago. We can enjoy the scenery of Lake Michigan."

"No, Iron Fist, it's better to fly faster and we can go to the hotel to rest earlier." Joe Dumas said.

"Iron Fist, you always eat rice, is it delicious?"

Rodman next to him asked curiously, with the spoon in his hand eager to reach out.

"The taste of hometown." Zhou Quan smiled.

After lunch, everyone chatted for a while and drank a cup of coffee. The plane had arrived in Chicago.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Pistons checked into the hotel and held a press conference at the request of the media.

The first person to ask a question was a reporter from TNT TV station. This Eastern Conference Finals was also broadcast live across the United States by TNT.

The reporter asked: "Coach Daly, according to the championship probability given by ESPN TV, the Bulls have a 63% chance of winning, while the Pistons only have 1%. At the same time, ESPN believes that the Bulls have a 99% chance of reaching the finals, so the Pistons also have a 1% chance."

What do you think about the chances of reaching the finals?"

Chuck Daly said with a straight face: "What the media says is their business, the game is our business, and we decide whether to win or lose."

The old fox was difficult to deal with. Before the microphone was taken away, the reporter immediately turned his gun, pointed it at Zhou Quan, and asked: "Iron Fist, do you think ESPN's prediction data on the probability of winning the championship is reasonable?"

Zhou Quan smiled and said: "I don't know what ESPN's algorithm is, nor their calculation formula, but I think the most sensible and intelligent prediction data of winning probability should not have such a big difference.

The Bulls are first in the Eastern Conference and we are third. If we defeat the Bulls, I don't think it will be an upset. If we can defeat them twice in the regular season, we have a chance to defeat them in the Eastern Conference Finals.

The Bulls have a 99% chance of reaching the Finals. Does ESPN really think so? Do they dare to make a bet with me?

Everyone knows that Michael Jordan wanted to sweep the Pistons again and even promised to donate half a million dollars, so now I may make a promise of half a million dollars, and if we are swept, I will donate half a million dollars.

However, if we are not swept, please ask ESPN to donate five million US dollars. They are a big company, they have money, and they should be ten times as rich as me. Would ESPN dare to accept this bet?"

"oh!"

The reporters below exclaimed and looked at the ESPN reporter who was at the scene.

The reporter shrugged. This bet had nothing to do with him. Iron Fist was going to the company.

Zhou Quan's teammates were also very surprised. Joe Dumas, who was sitting next to him, quickly whispered: "Iron Fist, don't play with your own money."

Zhou Quan also whispered: "I absolutely do not believe that the Bulls can sweep us, and I hope everyone thinks so too."

The reason why he proposed the bet was because he hoped to use it to boost the team's morale.

It doesn't matter if they lose to the Bulls, but if they are really swept again, the original players will probably lose all their energy as a result, and the team will probably collapse as a result.
To be continued...