NBA Backer King Chapter 64

Chapter 64

came to the offensive end, Danny Ainge got another chance to shoot, this time he hit a three-pointer.

On the defensive end again, Da Meng began to try to get to the basket.

This time, after Barkley's guidance, Comrade Pharaoh got started from the very beginning, directly pinching one of the arms of the big dream, and at the same time constantly squeezing the opponent's center of gravity.

In this way, Da Meng was in trouble. His arms were held hostage, his movement was blocked, and his center of gravity was constantly being squeezed, so he was confined to Wang Tiejun's side.

"Ha, this defense is really good."

Although his defensive action was not small, the whistle did not sound, indicating that the level of confrontation was within the allowable rules of the rules. Comrade Pharaoh was happy and praised Barkley.

Dream has no choice but to come to the low post on the left wing, outside the paint area, and ask for the ball.

Lao Wang was not conservative, and still took the initiative to confront. He didn't sit and watch Da Meng get the ball. He kept pushing outward, pushing Da Meng until he was one step away from the paint area before giving up.

This position will inevitably reduce the hit rate of Da Meng, and he can also return to the paint area at any time.

At this time, when Da Meng received the ball, Wang Tiejun's squeeze became stronger, which made it difficult for him to turn around, and his center of gravity could be pushed at any time.

"Huh!"

His physical energy was consumed a lot in the intense continuous confrontation. He gasped, and suddenly turned around and took off, making a fallback jumper.

Now, he is still at his peak, and he has good abdominal muscles. It is hard for him to make this fallback.

Wang Tiejun couldn't react in time, he could only watch the opponent take a calm shot on his head.

"Sigh!"

The water splashed and two points hit.

"Hmph, kid, I can also defend against you? My arsenal has just been opened, you kid wait and cry." Da Meng gasped.

"Come again." Wang Tiejun refused to admit defeat.

"Old K, just play like this, try to consume his physical fitness, just like the last time you played against O'Neal, he is still physically fit and has a high hit rate, but if he fights against you again, his physical fitness will drop, and his hit rate will definitely be higher. Go down." Barkley and Wang Tiejun urged as they ran forward together.

"I see." He nodded.

Next, he defended Da Meng on the defensive end like this. Through continuous entanglement and strong confrontation, he prevented him from entering the basket and pushed Da Meng out of the paint area.

嘭, Da Meng, the old rogue, is welcome, waving his elbows, constantly looking for opportunities to strike.

But Comrade Lao Wang is not a vegetarian either. His elbow technique is more subtle and professional. If he pulls a cold elbow, his big dream can hurt for a long time.

Although Da Meng can still score on Wang Tiejun's head with his strength, his hit rate is not too outrageous. He still missed two shots. Most of his offenses are outside the paint area, and he has rarely been able to make a basket. Down.

However, he didn't show much on the offensive end. After missing a hook again, he started to enter the basket. He wanted to use the same way as last time to shake the center of gravity of the big dream around the front defense, and then get up and dunk.

Unfortunately, the ball from outside was not passed in in time, half a second later, Da Meng blocked in front of him again, and caused him to make a mistake in catching the ball, and the ball flew directly over the baseline.

A few possessions later, he asked for the ball in the low post on the left wing, and Barkley made a transition and passed the ball down.

"Boom!"

The first is a close-fitting kick, which shakes the center of gravity of the big dream.

"Boom!"

The second time came one after another, but this time, unlike the previous ones, he didn't do his best.

This kind of relying on hitting without all the strength, although the strength is small, has an advantage, that is, the speed is fast, and the connection between the first relying on hitting is very close, so that Da Meng has no time to do other actions, so he can only passively bear it. His hit.

These two consecutive hits, the surging power is like the waves of the ocean, one wave after another, constantly impacting the center of gravity of the big dream.

"Oops!"

Da Meng knew that it was not good. Under the two shocks, his feet were already vain and his feet were unstable.

But he didn't have time to stick it up, and he didn't have time to evacuate, because he needed to stand firm before he could make the next technical move.

And this time is enough for the rookie in front to perform the third hit.

The next moment, the third hit, arrived as scheduled.

Tieshan relied on beating, pushing and crushing, and the huge force surged out. This time, Wang Tiejun broke out with all his strength.

"Boom!"

Amid the extremely dull crashing sound, Da Meng, who was in a passive state, groaned, his chest endured all the force of the blow, and he flipped back in an instant, and he was thrown directly to the ground.

"Oops!"

The on-site commentator exclaimed.

"Oh!"

Amid the exclamations of the fans in the audience, Wang Tiejun turned around and stepped past Da Meng with one foot.

"Damn!"

The low post on the weak side is Horry. He just got back to defending the basket, and his expression changed. With his 100kg thin body, how dare he stop the monster from attacking the basket? Had to evade in a hurry.

"boom!"

After one-armed dunk, Wang Tiejun hung above the basket and looked down at the quiet Compaq Center, feeling very happy.

"yeah!"

On the bench of the Suns, Barkley and others on the field cheered instantly.

"Too bad, he actually knocked over the big dream and succeeded in the dunk."

The on-site commentator reacted and explained a word weakly, and put the attack away.

"Soft egg, you finally had a hard fight with me, you deserved a reward, and knocking you over is my reward to you."

The excited Old Wang immediately spouted trash talk at the big dream who just got up, across Barkley and the others.

"Hoohooho..."

Da Meng, who was consuming a lot of physical energy, was panting with his mouth open. He had never suffered such a big loss under a rookie, but was knocked over.

No rookie dares to spam him like this. His impression of this Chinese coolie is extremely bad.

"Boom!"

He rushed up and put his elbow on Wang Tiejun's chest, scolding: "Little bastard, keep your mouth clean."

"Boom!"

Wang Tiejun immediately counterattacked, with force under his feet, twisting his waist and abdomen, the six forces combined into one, leaning against his body and hitting him with one elbow on Da Meng's chest.

"Oh, **** it! Hiss!"

The old hooligan cried out in pain and took a deep breath.

"Di Di!"

This is the referee running over blowing his whistle, pushing the two away, and making a foul gesture towards Da Meng.

"Damn, he also elbowed me." Da Meng was furious.

The referee was a little stunned. He glanced at Wang Tiejun. The latter looked up at the sky and ignored him, so he had to say, "Then I didn't see it."

"Shet!"

Dameng can only admit that he is unlucky, who made his elbow so obvious, and Comrade Lao Wang's elbow is close to the body, and it is not conspicuous at all?

But next, he was provoked and took control of the attack, and he wanted to teach Comrade Pharaoh a lesson by scoring.

"Boom!"

After three rounds, Comrade Pharaoh was knocked down again.

"boom!"

Dameng's shot to the basket is a dunk.

"Rookie, are you satisfied? You are a **** in front of me, and I feel disgusted when I step on you." He turned back and spit at the old Wang who got up.

Old Wang was depressed. He had tried his best to fight against him, but this old guy was too slippery.

"What the hell, get out of here!"

With a sound of , he leaned on the big dream and gave the old hooligan an elbow, the pain caused the big dream to crack his teeth.

In the next round, Wang Tiejun missed a hook.

Back on the defensive end, in a pull, the referee called him a pull foul.

This is his second personal foul. The low post is too close to the referee, forcing him to reduce the range of his hand.

In this way, Da Meng's activities are more convenient, and after getting rid of him twice in a row, he made a successful dunk to the basket.

"Old K, don't care about your fouls, go up and post him and stop him from getting to the basket." Barkley roared loudly.

"Okay." He could only agree.

(end of this chapter)

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