NBA Backer King Chapter 129

  Chapter 129 Is there a backdoor?

   "The wound is not deep, but it needs a few stitches and anesthesia."

  Nielsen said as he prepared, "Old K, go back to the locker room to deal with it."

   "Stop teasing, Aaron, what kind of anesthesia is in just a few injections? Just sew it." Wang Tiejun said without even thinking.

   When I was a child, I was injured a lot while practicing martial arts. In particular, the equipment was the most easily injured. This kind of injury is not called an injury at all.

   "Sew directly? Then you can't move." Nelson said hurriedly.

   "How painful can it be? Hurry up with your hands." Old Wang said.

   "Okay, I'll start." Nelson said.

   The basketball hoop was being changed, and a group of cheerleaders were dancing, but the fans at the scene were all focused on the hanging screen, because the camera at the scene was facing him and they were watching him stitch.

   "It doesn't seem like you were given anesthesia?"

   "It's not like, or it's not."

   "It's so stupid, old K is from New York, why didn't we find him and was picked up by the Suns?"

   "Yeah, our scouts are useless."

   "We have Patrick, and then we have the old K. The twin tower tactics are invincible in the world!"

  The fans pointed, talked a lot, and imagined boundless.

  Nielsen's hands are still very fast, he sewed it in a few times, and then put on a large Band-Aid.

  Pharaoh added another cup of energy, and then opened the system and took a look. He received a reward of 200 points, and now there are 400 points.

   "I have collected all the baskets of the three major super centers. That guy O'Neal was said by the media to be the fourth largest super center. Unfortunately, I can only play his idea next season."

   "Ah ow! Ah owe..."

  O'Neal was sitting in front of the TV watching the game when he sneezed several times and couldn't stop.

   "This **** old K, he's messing with other people's baskets all day long. I'll get him once next season." After finally calming down, he stared at Wang Tiejun on the TV and muttered.

  The scene, when Barkley came back, he yelled at the head coach: "Paul, let me play, I'm fine at all, we want to win this game, I can't let old K's blood flow in vain."

   He shouted at Wang Tiejun again: "Brother, I'll help you."

  Wang Tiejun said with a displeased expression: "Brother, we have won this game. You are not here to pick the fruit, right?"

   "What, brother, you hurt me so much!" Barkley yelled angrily.

   "Haha..." The bench burst into laughter.

   "Charles, this is no joke." Westphal said cautiously.

   "Aaron, you check him." Colangelo said to Aaron Nelson.

   "OK!"

Nielsen immediately checked, asked a few more questions, and then said: "There is no redness, no obvious pain, you can beat it, but you need to fix the joint. However, don't do violent movements, and never do explosive movements. ."

   Westphal considered it, and agreed.

There is a Barkley standing on the court. Even if he doesn't move there, it is also a point of attracting double teams. It can create space for others. With him on the court, it will be much easier for the old K. Oakley has absolutely no way to arbitrarily pack. Clip the old K, and vice versa.

   Twenty minutes later, the basket was replaced and the game resumed.

   However, the Knicks' morale has slid to the bottom after this blow. With Barkley back into battle, the Suns' strength has recovered, and the morale is extremely high. The strength of the two teams has dropped and increased, and the contrast is obvious.

  Although the Knicks' defense is still very fierce, rough fouls appear from time to time, but the Suns are the same, people are brought down from time to time, and the Knicks can't stop the Suns from taking a victory at Madison Square Garden.

   The final, 108:98, the Suns won by 10 points.

  Ewing played 42 minutes, 13 of 28 shots, 46.4% from the field, slightly lower than normal, plus 7 of 10 free throws, scored 33 points, 9 rebounds, 1 assist, 1 block, 2 turnovers and 3 fouls.

   His shooting percentage in the first three quarters was higher, and he attacked more at the basket, but his physical fitness in the distal quarter suffered a serious decline, and he was unable to hit the basket. The quality of offense and defense declined, affecting the overall efficiency.

  Wang Tiejun played 42 minutes in the game and made the most shots in the team tonight, with as many as 16 shots.

   With his energy-consuming style of play, he attacked the basket tonight as many as 8 times, accounting for 50%, exceeding his 48% average per game.

   Among them, he made 5 dunks, 1 dunk, 1 shot twice, and 1 blocked by Ewing, that is, 6 times of 8 basket attacks, and the shooting rate reached a terrible 75%.

O'Neal has the highest shooting percentage at the basket, at 75%, and the percentage of offense at the basket is a terrifying 54%. Still better than O'Neal.

   What's even more terrifying is that O'Neal is averaging, and he only broke out this time. It can be seen that there is still a long distance between him and O'Neal.

   The other 8 shots were all close-to-the-basket hooks. Luckily, I hit 4 of them, and the 50% hit rate is also good. This close-to-the-basket hit rate is very high.

   None of the three super centers' near-basket shooting percentage has reached 40%, and the lowest David Robinson is only 30.9%.

  The whole league, probably that is, O'Neal's two-pointers near the basket exceeded 40%, and the average shooting rate of 42.6% is disdainful of the whole league.

   On the whole, tonight he made 10 of 16 shots, with a shooting rate of 62.5%, 7 of 12 free throws, scored 27 points, 11 rebounds, 3 assists, 3 blocks, 2 turnovers and 5 fouls, and won the best of the game.

This is the second time he has won the best of the game. Last time, he scored 31 points and 16 rebounds in the game against the Pistons. Coincidentally, Barkley was not on the court that time and was sent off. He increased his shots. just got a high score.

   Sitting on the bench, Wang Tiejun was so tired that he could barely stick out his tongue. He felt that his physical energy reserve was really in question. He played very long today and was super tired.

On the other side, Ewing, who was opposite him, was also paralyzed on the bench, not even wanting to move a finger.

   In the second half, he originally planned to double-team Old King, but then Barkley came up again. He still defended Old King by himself.

   To put it simply, he is not only tired, but also in pain all over his body. He is even more tired than Wang Tiejun. I am afraid that the next battle will be a truce.

  Oakley came over, glanced at the Suns bench opposite reluctantly, and said to Ewing: "Brother, we should go back, and see them in the parking lot later."

   "Really?" Ewing shook his hands.

   Now that he closed his eyes, he could still remember the fierceness of Old K's **** face. With his character, he didn't want to fight with such a person at all.

   And now his physical condition is far inferior to Oakley's. He is fighting with old K all the way. Oakley and Barkley's confrontation is not so intense.

   "We must do it, or we will lose all face." Oakley said anxiously.

   "Go, let's go back and get ready."

   He stretched out his hands to pull Ewing up, and then beckoned the others to follow, and walked towards the player tunnel.

  Here, Wang Tiejun breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to the reporters who were waiting on the side, and accepted the on-site interview after the game.

   was interviewed by a reporter from ESPN and asked: "Old K, you confiscated the Knicks' basket tonight, what do you want to say to the Knicks fans now?"

  Pharaoh smiled, thought for a moment, and said, "If you want to see the Knicks win the championship, then I want to tell you, change to two better insiders. At critical moments, your two insiders are unreliable."

  The reporters and photographers were all stunned, old K, do you know what you are talking about? Ewing + Oakley, both offensive and defensive ends, this is the league's top inside combination.

   At this time, ESPN's national broadcast continues, and countless fans across the United States and a large number of New Yorkers have heard this sentence.

   "Old K is too arrogant!"

   Anyone who has watched Ewing play or heard the names of the three supercenters will have this idea invariably.

   After answering two more questions, the live interview ended and the Suns went back to the locker room.

  After summing up the game, everyone took a shower and changed clothes, and then Barkley, Kevin Johnson, Dan Marley, and Wang Tiejun went to the press conference, and the rest were interviewed in the locker room.

  Cerballos looked envious. With five starters, he was the only one who was not qualified to participate in the press conference. Old K attended the press conference more and more times, which gave him a sense of gap.

   Oliver Miller, who was sitting next to him, used to have a lot of thoughts. He wanted to leave the Suns at one time, but now he has no thoughts. He seems to have accepted the status quo of being a substitute for Wang Tiejun.

   Sitting behind the desk, Pharaoh looked at the clacking camera below with relief, feeling that they were all aimed at him.

   "Old K, the league's latest regulations stipulate that if a basket is damaged, the compensation amount is as high as five thousand dollars. What do you think?"

   Sure enough, the first reporter asked him about it.

   "I don't have any thoughts, just fine, I just like the feeling of tearing down the opponent's basket and taking off the opponent's basket." Lao Wang said.

   He heard that Jordan was fined $5,000 per game for wearing his own court in his rookie season. Now he is only fined once in a while. Although he is a little reluctant, it is within his psychological tolerance.

   "Old K, will the Mammoth Company pay you a fine?" Buckley tilted his head and asked in a low voice.

   "Why do they have to pay me a fine?" Lao Wang was at a loss.

   "You fool, Nike paid Jordan's fine for him. Because Nike benefits, he will sell more sneakers, and you should do the same." Barkley laughed and scolded.

"what?"

  Pharaoh was stunned.

   He took a look at his feet. It was just a pair of ordinary Mammoth sneakers. His signature sneakers have not been made, but it seems that what Barkley said makes sense. I will ask Lance Hoxman later.

   "Old K, from the data analysis, your offensive quality is higher than Ewing tonight, what do you think is the reason?" Another reporter asked.

"yes?"

This made Pharaoh happy, he said: "My attack ratio at the basket is higher than his, and he can't stop me in single defense. At the same time, I played well near the basket tonight, and he couldn't defend me either. hook."

"From your shot, you have very few other finishing methods after you leave the rim, almost all hooks, are you the main hook, like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, are you imitating his style of play? ?"

   the reporter asked.

Wang Tiejun said with a smile: "My height and wingspan are similar to the skyhook, and the hook is really my first choice, because this technique makes it difficult for my defenders to block my shots, and their hands are usually at least At three feet, it was that far from my ball.

   But my hook and sky hook skills are different, I am not as coordinated as he is, and I am still a long way from him. "

   "Old K, I heard that you said in the live interview after the game just now that the Knicks' two big insiders are not good. What do you mean? Do you think you can be so arrogant after winning a game against the Knicks?"

   A local reporter asked with an unhappy face.

  Wang Tiejun stared at the reporter and said, "What if I am arrogant? You can let Ewing and Oakley win us, then I can admit defeat."

"you?"

  The reporter was angry, and the other local reporters also looked at Old K angrily and raised their hands to ask questions.

Before Lao Wang finished speaking, he continued: "It's you New York media who discriminated against me, such as Chinese coolies, perverted coolies, you called them out, and now I have to consider whether every family will send you to the dock. "

  The local reporters looked at each other, and they also knew very well that if they wanted to fight a lawsuit, they would not win, because the newspapers were all there, and the evidence was solid.

   However, if a yellow man wants to sue the US media for racial discrimination, can he hire a lawyer? Even if you hire a lawyer, can you win the lawsuit? They don't believe it.

   "I don't believe we will lose to him in a lawsuit."

   "Impossible, he can only hire an inexperienced lawyer, the judge and jury will support us, and even the court will not accept his case at all."

   "He's scaring us."

   Local New York reporters chatted below.

   But they don't believe, some do.

There are also two New York Times reporters here, but now they are silent. They all know that Rob Lundgren has received a lawyer's letter from the Clevins law firm. This colleague has been abandoned by the New York Times. They don't want to. End with Lundgren.

   "Don't mess with him, he's now a CAA man, and CAA has entrusted the Clevins law firm to handle his legal affairs."

   A reporter from the New York Times kindly reminded another local reporter next to him that the two knew each other and had a good relationship.

   "Clevins?" The reporter's expression changed.

   "Rob Longer has been fired by our supervisor, you know him."

   "Too bad! Well, he signed with CAA, he really did the right thing, we have to be more careful in the future."

   "Clevins?"

   Soon, the news spread among reporters.

Which of these people does not know the status of Clevins Law Firm in the industry. The firm has more than a dozen top lawyers as partners, each of which is a giant in the judicial world. It is also necessary to peel off the skin, and no one is willing to provoke it easily.

Don't look at their majesty on the outside, they are known as uncrowned kings, but they are also reporters. No company is willing to be bitten by Clevins for a reporter under his command. Otherwise, why would a top world media like the New York Times give up Lundgren? ?

   At this time, the Knicks conference hall was very lively.

   "What qualification does that **** have to say we can't do it? We rarely double-teamed the basket today, so he scored a lot of goals there. Next time we will let him taste our goodness."

  Ewing is almost roaring, which is almost impossible given his character.

   This is because he was about to go crazy when he heard the reporter's remarks about Wang Tiejun saying that the two big insiders of the Knicks were not good enough.

   Oakley grabbed the microphone and shouted angrily: "A rookie who doesn't know what to call it, I hope they can make it to the finals, I will teach him a lesson there."

After the    press conference, Wang Tiejun and others returned to the locker room, packed their bags, and headed to the parking lot.

   "Kevin, give you the bag, don't put it on." Wang Tiejun handed his bag to Kevin Johnson.

   "I can go."

   Kevin Johnson didn't take Pharaoh's bag at all, shouted.

   "We can't all go, especially the main force. Dan, don't go either. Charles, you're injured, stay behind." Wang Tiejun shouted.

   "That's not going to work," cried Daniel Marley.

   "Bastard, old K, how dare you deprive me of the right to fight?" Buckley said dissatisfiedly.

Wang Tiejun ignored them, forcibly shoved the bag to Kevin Johnson, rushed to the front and greeted loudly: "Everyone is ready, the big guys will stand in the front and the small guys will stay in the back. Don't worry, I can do several of them by myself. , leave the toughest Oakley to me."

   "Let's go together!"

  Buckley and others shouted in the back, and when someone took the lead, everyone followed.

   "Old K, what do they want to do?"

   "Have you made an appointment?

"When did this happen?"

   The group of coaches and trainers who followed were dumbfounded.

   "Old K, what's going on?"

   Colangelo quickly caught up with Wang Tiejun and held him back.

   "Oh, sir, the Knicks asked us to make an appointment, it's in the parking lot, we have to respond to them." Wang Tiejun said awkwardly.

"Ugh!"

   Paul Westphal, who followed, stroked his forehead and started to have a headache.

   Colangelo looked solemn, stared at Pharaoh and said, "Don't fight, Lao K, if you dare to fight, you will be punished heavily this time, and the team will be suspended + fined."

When    mentioned money, Pharaoh immediately said uneasy: "Sir, how much is the fine, and how many bans?"

   "Twenty games and a fine of 300,000 US dollars. The ban is without salary, and you will lose at least 600,000 US dollars." Colangelo knew that Pharaoh was reluctant to give up money, so he said more.

   "How much is the fine?"

   A fine of a few thousand dollars is fine, so much would be deadly. Pharaoh looked at Barkley and the others, and said tentatively, "Brothers, either I will pay, and you will pay?"

   "As long as the participants are involved, they will be punished. And if anyone is injured because of this, according to the rules of the league, they will not be paid any wages during the injury period, and they will also be fined and suspended."

   Colangelo's face wrinkled, and he hurriedly shouted.

  Pharaoh's face collapsed, and he waved his hand: "Forget it, don't fight, the Knicks are not worth 600,000 dollars, why don't we run away, is there a back door here?"

   "Puchi, haha..." Everyone laughed.

   Running is impossible, and everyone is still flocking to the underground parking lot.

   However, the players were arranged at the back, and Colangelo, the management and the coaching staff were at the forefront.

   "Fuck!"

   At this time, outside the home team's locker room, a group of Knicks players were blocked by the Knicks management and head coach Pat Riley. Riley stared at Oakley and scolded:

"Charles Oakley, do you want to ruin this team? Who among you can beat the old K? Don't think that you have practiced boxing, he knows Chinese Kung Fu, he is professional, the tonnage is twenty kilograms heavier than you, you are the weight He is a super heavyweight, do you think you can beat him? Can he hold your punches, and how many punches can you hold him?"

  Oakley wiped his face and was sprayed so pale that he was speechless.

   To say that although he is a leader in the locker room, he is nothing in front of people like Pat Riley. He has no right to speak. Jagged Riley has too much control over the locker room.

   "All stop here, we will leave when they leave." Pat Riley said coldly again.

  Oakley was suffocated to death, but he didn't have the courage to disobey Riley, so he could only turn around and go back to the locker room.

   "What about people?"

   Came to the parking lot. It was quiet. Pharaoh was sandwiched between his teammates. Looking around, he couldn't see the Knicks players. He was a little disappointed.

   He wanted to wait, and walked slower and slower, and ended up at the end, but Colangelo was already arranging to get on the bus, and he was afraid that he would not have the chance to wait.

   "Old K, hurry up, you usually go ahead of everything, what do you want to do when you're last?" Colangelo, who was standing at the bus door, shouted loudly.

   "Come on, old K, don't hesitate, they're afraid they've already run away, they must be more familiar with the back door here than us."

   Buckley knew what Pharaoh was thinking and ran over with a smile to push him forward.

   He doesn't actually want to play, because if he hurts himself, he is afraid that it will affect the playoffs. He expects too much for this year's championship.

Pharaoh was pushed onto the bus, stood at the door, looked back at the passageway that just came out, and scolded: "These grandchildren, **** New York gangsters, we should go to the field and **** their butts. ."

   "Old K, **** them later."

   "Yes, fight them again next season."

   "I think Ewing is afraid that he can't walk. He can still fight? I guess he ran away early."

   "Oakley is short of Old K's head, but is held by Old K's hand. He can't even get close, how can he beat him?"

  Everyone laughed and laughed.

   "I lost my face today, I wonder how the **** of old K will laugh at us behind their backs?" Oakley sighed unhappily in the home team's locker room.

   Ewing didn't answer, his whole body was hurting to death now, and he didn't want to fight at all.

   At the same time, he also thinks that the Knicks can't win at all. The fighting combination of old K + Barkley, they can't stand it.

  What he wants is to beat the Suns on the court and blow up that old K.

   "Patrick, in this year's playoffs, let's play a little better and try to kill Jordan and reach the finals. I'm going to kill the Suns' grandsons."

   Oakley said sternly.

"Um."

  Ewing nodded.

  Oakley turned his head and glanced at Ewing next to him. This old man was not very good when it came to the key game, and it was the same today. He was not as good as that rookie, which made him a little shadowy.

   "Patrick, is that kid's low-post attack really strong?" Knowing that Ewing's self-esteem is strong, he asked tentatively.

   "You can try it next time you meet." Ewing said sullenly.

  Oakley felt scolded, rubbed his face, reached out and patted Ewing's thigh, and said, "Don't worry, I'll help you next time."

   This sentence immediately reminded Ewing of the ball that smashed the basket after Wang Tiejun knocked him and Oakley away tonight.

   "Hoo!"

  He let out a long breath involuntarily.

   That ball put a certain amount of psychological pressure on him, and this tone seemed to let him discharge the pressure.

   "Double-teaming him under the basket, we can only interrupt his offense and directly hold his hand, other small movements are useless to him." He said in a low voice.

  Oakley's face twitched. He thought of his elbow and opened K's eyebrows, but he couldn't stop him from getting up and dunking. All three of them made K's smash the basket, and he was embarrassed tonight.

   "I understand." He nodded.

  Elbow hits are useless unless he hits the head from behind like Postman Malone, but he still can't do that.

   (end of this chapter)

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