NBA Backer King Chapter 126

   Chapter 126 Fighting the Knicks again

   On the morning of the 26th, the news of Dumars had spread throughout the team.

  Buckley scolded angrily: "This **** idiot has made us one less person."

Now that the trade window has closed, the departure of Dumars is not good news. The Suns' backup lineup will be much weaker. If Tom Chambers can't come back in the playoffs, the Suns will face several strong teams. It's time to be dangerous.

   It is Ceballos, without Dumars, his starting position will be more stable, so I am a little bit happy.

  Wang Tiejun started a new phase of flexibility and coordination training in the morning, followed by a low-position pace training. After lunch at noon, he rested for an hour and rushed to Madison Square Garden with the team.

   This is the second time that Pharaoh has come to this arena. The last time he came in as a trainer, he was just picked up by Mr. Colangelo from the street.

   "Old K, how do you feel?"

   After changing clothes from the locker room and coming to the court, Barkley, who looked a little excited, asked.

   "How do you feel?" Lao Wang was at a loss.

   "This is holy land, basketball holy land, you don't feel anything?" Barkley yelled.

"Ah?"

  Pharaoh casually glanced around, the decoration was just average, not as good as the home of the Jazz, this is also a holy place?

   "I tell you, this is the most talked about stadium in the entire league, the media, the Hollywood stars, the spotlight, everything. All the NBA stars want to play here. How do you feel now?" Barkley shouted.

   "I feel...the Knicks won't let us go tonight." Pharaoh said with a smile.

"Ha ha…"

  Buckley They laughed.

   In the afternoon training, he completed the rebounding training, and the physical training was not carried out today, so the training volume today was not large, and the most physically demanding weight gain training was lacking.

   During the training interval, assistant coach Lewis explained Ewing's technical characteristics to Wang Tiejun.

  Even though he dunked Ewing last time, he only played a little time, not really a matchup, and he didn't know this super center.

Lewis said: "Let's talk about his shots first, his attack ratio and shooting percentage at the basket are 31% and 60%, the last two points are 32.5% and 37%, and the two points are 24% and 35%. , the rest are two points from far, and about two shots per game, and the offensive area covers all areas below the three-point line."

   "Are all mid-range shots below 40%?" Pharaoh said in surprise.

Lewis glared at Pharaoh angrily, and said, "The three super centers, only Da Meng's 2-point shooting rate has reached 40%, and the overall 2-point shooting rate is also below 40%. Do you think it's easy to shoot in the middle? ?

  Jordan is such a powerful scorer, his nearly two points are 33%, his two points are 43%, and his far two points are 41.7%, and his overall mid-range shooting percentage is only 40.8%.

  Does Ma Long, the postman of CIC Wang know? He opened the way with his elbows to create space for shots, but his mid-range shooting percentage was barely 40%, a little lower than Jordan's.

  Old K, as a center, if you can hit 40% of your mid-range shots one day, I can guarantee that you will definitely become a historical superstar. "

   Old Wang smiled and said: "So that's the case, I underestimate the heroes of the world."

"Ha ha…"

   Seeing what Pharaoh said was funny, Lewis couldn't help laughing.

  Lewis continued: "Let me talk about Ewing's technical characteristics. His skills are far from being as gorgeous as the big dreams and they are just as low-key as his character."

   "That's called being withdrawn, not low-key." Pharaoh corrected.

   "Are you going to let me speak?" Lewis gasped.

   "You say what you say." Old Wang said quickly.

Lewis said: "He prefers to shoot from the left waist of the penalty area and near the low line. He is good at low post play, mainly relies on throwing shots for layups, and has a tough defense. He has a one-stop fast break after stealing and a step in the free throw line. Buckle capacity.

   His speed is not as fast as Robinson's, and he is not as agile as Da Meng's. He doesn't have so many tricks in his back-to-back technique, but his technical movements are solid, and he can shoot with his left and right shoulders.

   This means that the defender slips and defends his right shoulder, and he can turn over the left shoulder and make a jumper, and vice versa.

   In his finishing skills, he is mainly shooting, and hooking is a shortcoming, which is the opposite of you.

   His technical moves have no false tricks, just rely on card positions to block the defender so that the defense can't touch him, and then rely on solid offensive skills to complete the attack.

   He also has a signature technique, that is, when he encounters a very strong defense, or when the opponent is very tight, he has a move to avoid jumping.

   This is a jump step, which allows Ewing to turn his back to the basket, turn into a face basket, and then get rid of the defender to complete a jumper, or go to the basket for a layup. "

   "Signature technology?"

  Pharaoh scratched his head, he lacked this kind of footwork and mobility that allowed him to quickly get rid of defenders and get to the basket.

   He asked: "If he uses a stalker's defense, can he also use a stalker?"

  Lewis said without thinking: "Then I'll give you an elbow first, and after you get a certain amount of space, I'll give you a slap jumper."

  "..." Lao Wang was speechless.

   "Cough cough..."

At this time, Barkley stood up, glanced at Pharaoh, and said with a smile: "Tonight, everyone cheer up and pay attention to what the Knicks are doing. They suffered a loss last time and will not forget it. Oakley Old hooligans are not a good thing."

   Everyone glanced at Pharaoh, and Pharaoh said innocently: "Look at what I do, I never take the initiative to cause trouble, it's them who provoke me."

   "Haha..." The locker room burst into laughter.

   At this time, in the home team's locker room, Ewing, Oakley, John Starks and a group of New York gang members were discussing how to let out a bad breath at home.

   They lost a lot of face in Phoenix last time, and they are still being scolded by the New York media and fans. This hatred is like wine. The longer it goes, the more honest it becomes.

"Guys, listen carefully, tonight we have a clear division of labor, throat-locking, hugging and hugging, covering and covering, boxing and provocation, and we must teach that rookie a good lesson. "

  Oakley, as a famous villain, was ashamed of his retreat last time, this time he decided to wash away the shame on himself.

   "Charles, I support you and have a big fight tonight."

  John Starks was even more bitter and hated. He decided not to be merciful. This time, if there is an opportunity to bite his ears, he will definitely not let it go, and he must be quick.

   And Ewing, being detained by a rookie, is even more humiliating, but because of his personality, he didn't show anything, and he still looked blank.

   At seven o'clock, Madison Square Garden was 50% full. The game started at eight o'clock, only an hour away, and half of the seats were empty.

   But don't worry, the Knicks' home is the most expensive home in the league and one of the most attended.

The people who come to watch the Knicks game are basically middle-class people, or they can't afford the expensive tickets of the Knicks. These people use their time very closely. Watching the game is just a pastime. Many of them are only after the game starts. It's long overdue, and some people are sitting on the scene, but their minds are not on the game.

   At 7:30, the two sides announced their starters.

  Suns: Wang Tiejun, Barkley, Ceballos, Dan Marley, Kevin Johnson

   Knicks: Ewing, Oakley, Charles Smith, John Starks, Doc Grievous

  The game was broadcast nationally by ESPN, with commentators Vince Rollin and Carter Oldman.

   One side is the Suns with the first record in the league, and the other is the Knicks, who have climbed to the second in the league record and the first in the Eastern Conference, and the attention is very high.

   "Look, there are a lot of Hollywood stars and beautiful models here tonight."

   "Yes, there are a few rich and beautiful women sitting there."

   "I also saw Spike Lee, he seemed to be hooking up with that guy."

"Ha ha…"

  The two guys wentssip for a few words and started to get to the point.

Winston Rollins said with a smile: "I've been looking forward to this game for a long time. In the first NBA game of old K, he dunked super center Ewing, frightened the villain Oakley, and beat John Starks. Ass, he alone suppressed the Knicks gang, so tonight, I want to see what the Knicks will do."

   "I'm looking forward to it too, will they fight?" Carter Oldman laughed.

   "Who knows, anyway, I saw double the security at the scene. It seems that Madison Square Garden is ready to deal with the violent brawl."

  Winston Rollins grinned.

   At 7:40, the Knicks' five starters left the locker room.

   "Patrick, what will you do with that rookie tonight?" a team reporter asked loudly.

   "I will shoot 50+ on his head, I want to let him know that the NBA is not so messy." Ewing's deep voice sounded, full of anger.

   The biggest shame in his life was being slapped by that rookie and stepping over his head.

   If a superstar did this, he wouldn't be so angry, but a rookie doing this would be like slapping him.

   "Charles, how about you?" the reporter shouted again.

"Kill him!"

  Oakley's roar sounded, his anger was surging, and he couldn't hold back.

   "John?" the reporter shouted again.

   Starks' shrill voice sounded: "We're going to see blood tonight, we New York gangsters are not so easy to mess with."

  Boom, five Knicks starters came to the player tunnel with heavy footsteps.

At the other end, the Suns' five starters also left the locker room.

   "Old K, do you think the Knicks will double-team you tonight?" a team reporter asked loudly.

   "Isn't Ewing a super center? If he has the face to be called a double-team, then it's better for me to be a super-center. Anyway, I won't be called a double-team."

   Old Wang replied disdainfully.

   "You'd rather be beaten up by him than double-teamed?" the team reporter joked.

   "Get out!" Old Wang said angrily.

"Ha ha…"

   A few people next to Barkley laughed.

  The player channel, the enemy, before they got close, everyone's eyes were red.

   Of course, it was mainly because the Knicks' eyes were red, and the five people on the Suns side were only slightly nervous.

   "Kacha Kacha..." The cameras of the reporters accompanying the two teams rang.

   "Damn rookie, I finally saw you!" Oakley shouted loudly with red eyes when he saw Wang Tiejun.

   "Who are you?" Pharaoh asked casually.

  Oakley almost died of anger, you humiliated me and still don't know me?

   But in fact, Lao Wang really didn't know him, and didn't mean to humiliate him.

   "Old K, let me introduce you."

  Barkley stepped forward, pointed to Oakley, and shouted in earnest: "This is the famous villain of the league, the locker room leader of the New York gang, known as Oakley of Old Oak, Charles Oakley.

   In the Bulls, he was Michael Jordan's guard with a knife. The Bulls later traded him, and then Jordan was beaten by the Bad Boys for many years. "

Oakley heard this and said very unhappily: "Klaus made a big mistake. If I stayed with the Bulls, Jordan would have won the championship. We don't have to wait until the bad boy is old to win the championship. We can do it back then. Get down on the piston."

Pharaoh said disdainfully: "Isn't it just because you play a lot of tricks, you dare to lower your elbow? Old guy, you are not ashamed, but proud of you, I am ashamed for you, fortunately the Bulls traded you, otherwise the Bulls would have become a Chicago gangster. already."

   Oakley was stunned.

  Everyone looked at Pharaoh, are you trying to anger Oakley completely?

   "Oops, this is the rhythm to fight off the court first." Barkley started rolling up his sleeves to prepare.

   "Bastard! Damn rookie..."

  Oakley was so angry that he shouted, and in a few steps, he stepped in front of Pharaoh and roared, "Are you going to fight?"

   "Hey, Oakley, don't make trouble!"

  Buckley blocked Oakley and persuaded: "Calm down, okay? You can't beat us, my brother will slap your pants and swell your ass, you'd better be good..."

   "Go to hell!"

  Oakley is furious, you are mad at me on purpose, right?

   "Back off! Back off!"

   A team of long-prepared security quickly inserted between the two teams, separating them.

   "Barkley, you bastard, you wait for me, there is absolutely no end to today!" Oakley growled through the security.

   "I'm afraid of you! I've been waiting for today, but come on!" Barkley roared unflinchingly.

   "No, brother, I'm the protagonist!"

  Pharaoh was very dissatisfied, and Barkley stole his limelight.

   "No fight!"

   "Yeah, that can only be done on the court."

   The reporters of both teams have some regrets.

   At this time, the visiting team was shouting outside, and Barkley and others rushed out, fearing that they would be beaten by the Knicks after being singled out.

   "Shhh!"

As soon as the five of them went out, Madison Square Garden was overwhelmed by huge boos, and countless New York white-collar elites raised their middle fingers at them.

After the boos went down, a small middle-aged black man on the sidelines shouted at Pharaoh excitedly: "Rookie, tonight is your sad night, you will be taught by Patrick and Charles, and you will climb out from here. !"

   "Who are you?" Pharaoh asked loudly.

   "I'm Spike Lee, you have humiliated the Knicks, you will never want to be welcomed in New York in your life." The black man said angrily.

   "Your pants fell off!" Pharaoh reminded kindly when he pointed to the underside of the black man.

"what?"

  Spike Lee hurriedly went to roll up his pants, but found that he was fooled, and the pants were fine.

"Ha ha…"

  Pharaoh, Barkley and the others burst into laughter, and then ran to warm up.

   "Bad boy, you're a bad boy!" Spike Lee jumped in rage.

   "Bad boys of the Suns, tonight is our night of revenge!"

   "Damn old K, you're done!"

The fans nearby    also cursed constantly.

   "King Kong, don't be soft this time, just go up and do it, go over the old K!"

   "Old Oak, you are a villain, not a softie!"

   "Stokes, tonight is your time to wash away your shame, are you ready?"

   "You are a gangster, not a nest of soft eggs, you have to be ashamed!"

   When the home team came out, there were no cheers or applause. The fans kept yelling at them, which made the Knicks players even more pressured than the Suns. They all wanted to start working with the Suns now.

   "The atmosphere is very hot!"

   "Maybe there will be a big event tonight."

   "So those star models sitting on the sidelines should be careful not to get splattered with blood."

"Ha ha…"

   In the ESPN live broadcast booth, two commentators joked.

   Center circle, jump ball.

  Pharaoh and Ewing were close to the center line, standing opposite each other, the ball was thrown, and the two took off almost at the same time.

"Snapped!"

  Ewing wins, the bullet is a little faster, and the Knicks go first.

  Ewing placed low on the left wing and opened his hand for the ball.

   At this time, Pharaoh posted it, and Ewing suddenly took a step up and came to the left waist position. At this time, the ball came in and was successfully caught by him.

  Pharaoh immediately followed and stood behind.

He didn't use his chest to hit him. He had fought with Da Meng and Robinson a few times. If he used his chest to hit him hard, with the agility of these guys, he could punch him with a single turn. So this time, he put half of the defense on Ewing. step, keeping the space for retreat.

   At the same time, there is another reason, which is more energy-saving.

   But then Ewing suddenly turned around to face the basket and shot a jump shot. He stepped up and blocked the shot, but the bounce speed was not enough, and the ball slid across his fingertips.

   "Sigh!"

  The water splashed, and nearly two points were hit.

   "Beautiful! King Kong hits a ball, his performance begins, and the old K is the audience, this is his only identity tonight."

   The narrator shouted loudly, and received cheers and applause from the audience.

   "Fool, what are you using to protect me?"

  Ewing, who doesn't like to talk trash, actually started talking trash this time, so you can see why he hates Pharaoh.

   "I will only detain you." Pharaoh immediately spouted back.

  "..." Ewing was instantly suffocated and almost had a cerebral infarction.

   (end of this chapter)

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