NBA Backer King Chapter 117

  Chapter 117: The Legion of Old Bad Boys

   On this day, the Detroit Pistons arrived in Phoenix.

The arrival of the   Bad Boys Corps attracted a large number of media, and many reporters flew to Phoenix from all over the United States.

  At the request of the media, the Pistons held a media conference in the hotel, and several major players participated in the conference.

   Team leader smiling assassin Isiah Thomas, one of the four villains, Ranbir, Joe Dumas, Rodman the big bug and others were present.

  The 36-year-old center Bill Laimbeer is about to retire. He can only play 20 minutes per game. This season, he is still the main rotation of the No. 5 position. Half of the games are starters, and the contract ends next season.

  The same goes for 32-year-old Isiah Thomas, who should be able to play for a few more years.

  The 30-year-old Joe Dumars is at the end of his prime and can play for a few more years.

  The 32-year-old Rodman is similar to Dumars and Thomas. At the end of his peak, he can still play.

The four of them are currently the main force of the Pistons. The other three are still at their peak, but there is no support in the interior. Laimbeer can't support it. Rodman can only defend by rebounding. No, at the same time, the soul of the Pistons and head coach Chuck Daly went to the Nets. In fact, the Pistons are already dead now. They are aging and injured a lot. They are currently in the tenth place in the Eastern Conference and have little hope of entering the playoffs. .

   "Bill, you will face the Conqueror tomorrow, do you know him?" a local reporter asked.

   "NO, I only know Caesar of the Roman Empire."

   After complaining, Ranbir said disdainfully, "Even if I'm too old to walk now, I can make your old K walk around me."

   The tone of his speech was a little annoyed, because the league introduced the rules for malicious fouls like **** in the past two years, which seriously constrained the hands and feet of the Bad Boys Legion.

   But he didn't brag, because as long as he stood under the basket, as long as he stared at each other with fierce eyes, anyone who tried to attack the Pistons' basket would be horrified.

   "But you may not be able to beat the old K, unless you start from his back, will you?" the reporter said.

  Lanbir's face twitched, but he didn't answer the question. How could he admit that he had made a bad hand? He never even admitted the Jordan Law that made Jordan want to die, and not a single person in the Bad Boys Army.

   But in his heart, there is a secret message, don't worry, kid, I will do it if I have a chance.

   On the evening of the 17th, the sun was against the Pistons.

  The game is not broadcast nationwide, only the Phoenix area.

   At 7:30, the two sides announced the starting list.

  Pistons: Laimbeer, Rodman, Orlando, Joe Dumars, Isiah Thomas

  Sun: Wang Tiejun, Barkley, Richard Dumars, Dan Marley, Kevin Johnson

   "Old K, although Laimbeer is old, he is still very fierce. You have to be careful and don't be careless." Barkley urged as he walked out of the locker room and walked towards the player tunnel.

   "211 cm, 115 kg, known as the bad boy, is one of the four villains in the league, a famous villain, Jordan suffered countless hardships under his hands..."

  Pharaoh recalled the information about Laimbeer provided by the team, and nodded: "Don't worry, brother, this old boy told me to walk around him, I won't make him feel better."

  Buckley smiled and said proudly: "But no matter how good he is, he has to howl under my punch. You don't know how good he was in that fight!"

   "Then do it again tonight?" Pharaoh immediately said eagerly.

   "Don't, if you really want to fight, he might not be able to stand your elbow. He is also fierce on defense, and he starts with black hands. If he really wants to fight, he is a ball! When it comes to fighting, he doesn't even count a ball."

   Barkley is disdainful.

   "Forget it, old guy, you won't win by force." Old Wang said.

   While talking, everyone came to the player tunnel, and the Pistons just opposite also arrived.

   "Bill, you old guy is going to retire, right? I think the whole league will applaud your retirement."

   Barkley yelled as soon as they met.

   "Yes, because they are afraid of me." Staring at Barkley, Ranbir said fiercely.

   He didn't like this fat, short fat man. He was beaten to the floor by pressing him to the floor that time, and he lost all face.

   After killing Barkley, he glanced at Wang Tiejun next to him again, and showed a smile without the slightest smile. In short, his face twitched, and he said coldly, "Is this the **** conqueror that the media said?"

   Old Wang's face also twitched, and he said coldly, "Old guy, do you want to practice off the court first?"

   He raised his hand and waved to the back without looking back. The three of Kevin Johnson immediately stood behind him, next to Barkley who started rolling up his sleeves, and the five were ready to fight.

  Lanbir's mouth trembled, is this bullying me for getting old?

   At this moment, he misses Rick Mahon, the guard with a sword.

  Think of that **** Mahon left the Pistons and went to Philadelphia, and actually helped Barkley beat him up, bastard!

   "I won't fight with you stinky coolies, and I feel downgraded when I play with you." He gave Pharaoh five people a disdainful look, waved his hands and led the others out.

Don't watch him play in the NBA, but he really looks down on basketball, there is no way, his family is too rich, too rich, his father is too successful, he really can't find any other job that can make his father look at him differently, only Can play basketball that disgusts him.

   "He's so good at pretending?" Old Wang looked at Ranbir's back.

   "No, this guy is not pretending, he is a real rich second generation, super rich second generation."

  Buckley said with admiration: "Do you know what his most pretentious sentence is?"

He didn't wait for Pharaoh to respond, and immediately said: "He said that of his two championship rings, one was given to a dancer, and the other was thrown into the sewer of his house. Thank you, this guy is so **** good! "

"Ha ha!"

   Seeing Barkley's furious look, obviously distressed for the two rings, Pharaoh laughed.

   "Pharaoh, entering the playoffs, this year is our best chance, we have to kill the Bulls." Barkley roared.

   "Brother, in fact, I will definitely be stronger next year, or let's forget this year, and we will work harder next year?" Pharaoh teased.

   "You dare?" Buckley jumped.

   "Haha..." The player tunnel burst into laughter.

After    warm up, sitting on the bench, Pharaoh's system suddenly jumped out.

   "Host, please grab 15 rebounds in this game, and you will get a rebounding training card."

   "15 rebounds?"

Pharaoh recalled Rodman's data. He averaged 18 rebounds per game this season. My God, the system let him grab 15 rebounds on Rodman's head. It is estimated that the difficulty is no less than the usual 20 rebounds. ?

   He has played for more than a month, and he grabbed 20 rebounds in the last game. Today's task is estimated to be difficult, and there is still a chance if he is lucky.

   In fact, he underestimated the difficulty of grabbing 15 rebounds tonight.

   Today is not only Rodman, but his teammate Barkley's rebounding ability is far more than him. He wants to grab 15 rebounds on the heads of these two rebounding madmen, unless Barkley helps him, luck is too good.

   At eight o'clock, the game officially started.

  Pharaoh and Lambiel jumped the ball, the young and strong made a profit, and the Suns attacked.

  The first ball, Barkley fart hit Rodman.

  Pharaoh watched Rodman's defense carefully on the weak side, and he heard that the guy's defense was good.

I saw that Rodman squatted very low, which made his center of gravity lower, and the bottom plate was more stable. He was holding Buckley firmly, and at the same time, he pushed his elbows from time to time. With his weight of only 100 kg, he could actually support Buck. Li can't get into the paint area.

   At this point, Barkley rolled over for a jumper, and with a bang, the ball hit the basket.

"mine!"

  Pharaoh was the main opponent, using tonnage and strength to forcibly rely on the iron mountain, forcibly occupying a favorable position, and grabbed the offensive rebound.

Before he landed, he banged an elbow on his waist, staggered to the ground, and almost walked. Although he stabilized, he had lost the chance to get up and dunk, and was double-teamed by Laimbeer and Rodman who rushed over. .

   He was about to adjust his feet, then got up to force the basket, bang, and took another elbow from Ranbir.

   "You're crazy!"

   Ranbir ate two cubits in a row, and he got a little pissed.

   "His!"

   At this time, his arm hurt, Rodman scratched on his left forearm, and several bloodstains appeared.

  Lanbir had already circled around his side, reached out to grab the ball, bang, and poked his elbow on his soft waist, causing pain.

   "Go away!"

He suffered several blows within a second. Wang Tiejun was really angry. For the first time, he saw what a really dirty defense is. With a roar, he pressed his feet to the left, bang, Ranbir groaned and retreated. step.

   In the next instant, Wang Tiejun ignored Rodman, because he ran out of time, three seconds were approaching, he got up frantically, and smashed the ball towards the basket with both hands.

"Snapped!"

   Rodman slapped him **** the right wrist, but failed to break his ball.

"boom!"

   Under the violence, the basket trembled endlessly.

   "Di!"

   The referee blew his whistle and pointed at Rodman. The thugs committed a foul and added a penalty.

"yeah!"

   The first ball was very exciting, and the audience cheered.

   "Shet!"

   fell to the ground, and Old Wang roared at Rodman and Ranbir in a low voice: "You guys, wait for me, you're not the only ones who make small moves, I'm going to make you lie down tonight."

  Lanbir and Rodman slapped their cheeks. They were a rookie, but they didn't finish it. It's a bit surprising!

   "Boy, wait for me!"

  Lanbir's eyes flashed fiercely, and he pointed at Pharaoh.

   Rodman, a super master of trash talk, also sprayed at Pharaoh: "Damn rookie, can't stand this kind of confrontation, just lie in your mother's arms and breastfeed?"

   "Oh, so why do you have a milky scent on your body, is it because you were addicted to your mother's arms before the game?" Pharaoh retorted.

   "Puff!"

   Buckley, who was about to come over to persuade or fight, burst into laughter.

  Rodman was also confused. He even instinctively raised his hand and smelled it. Did he really smell milk?

   Next, Pharaoh made a free throw and actually hit a hollow ball.

  0:3, Pistons attack.

  Isaiah Thomas pushed forward and faced Kevin Johnson's defense with a signature smile on his face.

   This is a small man who has made Jordan hated for many years, a magician has broken his halberd, and a big bird has broken his wings.

   has averaged 20+10 per game for four consecutive seasons, and the Magic is not as good as him in this data.

  In the 1988 finals, he once dragged an injured leg and scored 25 points in a single quarter. This kind of feat has never been done by the scoring madman Jordan.

When Jordan entered the Hall of Fame in the future, there was a sentence in his speech, "Isiah, Bird, Magic, I'm no worse than you guys." From this sentence, you can see this The little man's place in NBA history is a legend.

   Seeing the smiling assassin's smile, Kevin Johnson's nerves tensed.

Also as a top point guard, Thomas played 20+10 for four consecutive seasons, but Johnson also had 20+10 performance for three consecutive years. In the fourth season, he scored 19.7 points and 10.7 assists last season. The quasi-20+10 Performance, his strength is actually not as good as the variance.

   But in terms of name, Thomas, who has won two championships, is undoubtedly much higher, and Kevin Johnson has not yet reached the championship.

   The next moment, the Smiling Assassin shook and broke through. Lightning Johnson quickly retreated, turned and chased after him.

   In the next moment, the smile pierced the pull-up jumper, and the lightning made an emergency stop. When he wanted to return to the defense, his ball had already been shot.

   "Sigh!"

  The water splashed and hit two points from far.

   "What a smile + assassin!"

   Old Wang, who was looking down here, sighed in his heart.

  The Suns attacked. Wang Tiejun and Barkley were in the low post on the left and right, pressing the Pistons' inside defensive power to the low post. All three outside lanes were opened, leaving a large space in the middle.

   At this time, small forward Richard Dumars suddenly started to cut inside from the left-wing three-point line, passed through the hollow area, and cut into the paint from the left elbow area.

  Kevin Johnson quickly passed the ball into the paint area and was caught by Dumars two meters before the basket.

   Laimbeer and Rodman went back to defending the basket at the same time. The two stared at Dumars who had just received the ball, especially Lambir. The cold and hideous eyes made Dumars shudder.

"boom!"

   Dumars, who could have a layup, was frightened. The rookie made a sudden stop, put his hands together, and stopped in front of Laimbeer.

   "Shet!"

   On the sidelines, head coach Westphal clapped his palm angrily.

"give me!"

   stretched out his hands, Wang Tiejun shouted at Dumas.

   Dumars hurriedly passed the ball and was almost interrupted by Rodman. When Pharaoh received the ball, Laimbeer threw his hands towards him.

"boom!"

  Between Wang Tiejun dribbling the ball, Xiongbu stepped forward and took the initiative to make contact with Ranbir who was rushing.

   "Boom!"

The moment    landed on his front foot, he exerted force, and the six forces combined into one, and the two collided instantly. Ranbir, who rushed towards him, groaned, and the huge reaction force immediately made him flip back and hit the floor.

  Wang Tiejun didn't exert enough force in a hurry, and was stopped by the collision, but he had the advantage of tonnage and strength, and he did not lose his center of gravity, but the ball was a little out of control.

   He quickly grabbed the ball from the floor with both hands, when Rodman pounced, and he quickly got up and hooked the ball to the basket.

"boom!"

   missed, a little shorter, the ball bounced out of the basket.

"mine!"

   Rodman turned and took off, grabbing the backboard with both hands.

   At this time, Wang Tiejun's movements were not slow, he didn't need to turn around, he jumped up from behind Rodman in one step, passed Rodman with his right arm, and pressed his right hand to the bouncing basketball.

Rodman's hands just touched the ball, and suddenly a big hand pressed on it. The next moment, with a bang, the basketball was pushed into the basket, and he was also knocked to the ground. The horse fell to the floor.

"yeah!"

  The audience applauded and cheered.

   "Damn, he hit me." Rodman quickly got up and shouted at the referee while making a thug.

But the referee ignored him, grabbing a rebound in the air, it is a normal collision, and your hand and the ball are together, that is part of the ball, as long as you don't hit the upper part of the wrist, it is not a foul, you are a diving Repeat offender, don't try to fool my whistle.

  Looking back, the only good comrade of the Bad Boys, the NBA's Moral Style Award winner, Pistons guard Joe Dumars is holding the ball on the right wing.

  Under the basket, Comrade Pharaoh pushed Ranbir behind him. The bad boy was so anxious that he gave him an elbow in the back. He turned his elbow and returned it, causing Ranbir's face to change.

   At this time, Dumars threw a mid-range shot, but Dan Marley was very defensive and almost capped, and the ball was obviously higher and shorter.

  The path of the ball is too obvious. Pharaoh judges that the ball will hit the basket and rebound, and immediately jumps to the right front side of the basket.

   Sure enough, with a bang, the basketball bounced off the basket.

  Barkley stuck Rodman outside, and he landed right there. He was about to take off and grab the rebound when a giant rushed over.

"mine!"

  Pharaoh shouted and grabbed the rebound on Barkley's head.

  Buckley's eyes widened, you, you, dead old K, you actually grab my backcourt rebounds?

   "Hahaha..." Many fans at the scene burst into laughter.

   "Okay, Charles, our rookie needs data, and you only need the championship." The on-site commentator was also teasing.

   "Three!"

   grabbed another board, Pharaoh got excited, gave the ball to Barkley and said, "Brother, give the ball back to you."

  Buckley laughed angrily, and scolded: "Go away!"

  The Sun attacked, Kevin Johnson was beaten by the Smiling Assassin just now, and he didn't pay it back. This time he wanted to pay it back.

When    came to the top of the arc, he beckoned to Barkley in the low post, who immediately raised the top of the arc, made a pick-and-roll, and then he took the opportunity to break through and kill from the free throw line.

   Rodman reacted quickly and switched defenses immediately. After Kevin Johnson made an emergency stop, he made a step back jumper and hit a ball.

  2:7, Pistons attack.

   (end of this chapter)

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