NBA Backer King Chapter 648

Chapter 648 101 points in a single game + viewership rating breaks 100 million

At this time, the Knicks missed an offense, and it was the Suns' turn to attack.

"boom!"

Pharaoh missed the hook near the basket.

"Snapped!"

Kurt Thomas took off vigorously and hit the ball over Stoudemire's head. Zhu Fangyu received the ball on the left wing and passed it in again.

"boom!"

This time, Lao Wang didn't waste the opportunity, tried his best to take off, and directly dunked Taylor.

"Oh, 94 points, only 6 points away!" Barkley roared excitedly.

"He can also forcefully dunk the opponent. Old K's physical fitness is too strong! Just like Chamberlain back then. Chamberlain was really a monster that day. He played three overtime games, and the others couldn't beat him. He was still full of energy. Tonight, the old K Same with K," said Kenny Smith.

"boom!"

The Knicks played a run and bomb, and Stoudemire received the ball violently after cutting inside. He lacked physical fitness and directly dunked.

"Hush!"

The boos of the fans came immediately.

Curt Thomas, who came off the bench, was energetic, returned to defense in time, and grabbed a rebound.

"To old K!" Barkley shouted.

After crossing the center line, Lao Wang saw Thomas rushing to the landing point, and there were no Knicks around, so he immediately turned and returned to the frontcourt.

When he rushed to the top of the arc, Thomas' ball came. He caught the ball with one hand. Fly up.

The Knicks' substitute insider, Taylor, ran back, but he had no chance to stop him, so he could only watch Lao Wang fly to the basket.

"boom!"

There was a violent basket frying sound.

"Papa..."

Madison Square Garden was silent for a second, then burst into applause.

"96 points! 121:96, the Suns have already led by 25 points." Kenny Smith roared excitedly.

Barkley joked: "The Knicks' defense is almost nothing! D'Antoni is really good at it. The iron-blooded Knicks trained by Pat Riley back then, and then the Knicks in the Joe Shark era also paid attention to defense. Now he is After half a month in office, the Knicks can't see the defense."

"85 million?"

At this time, Kenny Smith was stunned, because the director just told him the latest ratings through the headset.

"What?" Barkley was stunned for a moment.

"brush!"

Nash received the ball in the frontcourt, made a fake shot, and hit a three-pointer. His legs could no longer run, but this attack only took 2.2 seconds from receiving the ball to getting into the basket.

"Nash is buying time for old K!" Kenny Smith sighed.

Barkley couldn't help laughing, and then said: "There is no need for him to fight, as long as the Suns' offense is concentrated in the hands of old K, with his current physical fitness and state, he has enough time to break Chamberlain's record."

"There are still 92 seconds left, there is still time." Kenny Smith said.

The Suns advanced to the front court, and the others opened up, waiting for Lao Wang to enter and settle.

"Team him!"

D'Antoni finally couldn't help it, and roared loudly.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Old K entered the penalty area from the free throw line, White Chocolate passed the ball in.

At this time, Stoudemire jumped into the paint from the right waist, and Taylor was on the bottom. After receiving the ball, Lao Wang immediately got up and hooked, and the action was very realistic.

The next moment, both Taylor and Stoudemire jumped up.

At this time, Lao Wang received the ball and turned right, one step ahead of Taylor, grabbed the ball with his left hand, and flew to the basket.

"Snapped!"

Marion rushed in from the left wing, flew to block, and hit Lao Wang's left forearm.

"Beep!"

The whistle sounded.

"boom!"

The moment he was hit, Pharaoh threw the ball hard towards the basket. The basketball hit the basket, stopped for a moment, and then rolled into the basket.

"Two plus one, it's two plus one again, now it's 98 points! 98 points!" Su Qun was so excited that his voice became high-pitched.

"Thanks, Sean!"

Old Wang patted Marion on the head and walked to the free throw line.

Marion smiled wryly.

"Jim, tell me, how much?" Buckley asked the director tremblingly.

"95 million, just exceeded 95 million." Director Jim's voice was also trembling.

"95 million? God! Tonight's game is a Super Bowl, I believe it will exceed 100 million." Barkley murmured.

"95 million?"

At this moment, Stern couldn't sit still at all. He got up and walked around in front of the TV, his face flushed.

The entire professional sports event in the United States, that is, the Super Bowl has a chance to exceed 100 million, and it often exceeds 100 million. He never thought that the NBA would also have a chance to exceed 100 million.

At this moment, he decided that no matter how long the old K's peak is, even if it ends tomorrow, he will hold the old K on the altar.

"95 million?"

Jordan could not conceal the shock on his face. He couldn't believe that NBA games could have such high ratings.

Madison Square Garden, after wiping off his sweat twice, Pharaoh took the ball thrown by the referee, dribbled six times, paused for a while, and then hooked the ball to the basket.

"boom!"

Up to now, my physical fitness is not enough, and my touch is slightly poor, and the basketball smashes into the basket.

"99 points! 99 points! Old K, just score one more goal..." Barkley stood up excitedly and shouted.

"There's still enough time." Kenny Smith laughed.

At this time, countless people in the entire league, the United States, the whole world, including China* are staring at the TV.

When Wilt Chamberlain scored 100 points in a single game, there was no live TV broadcast or video recording, and not many people saw it, that is, a few thousand people at the scene, so people's impression of that game only existed in rumors .

But now, through live TV, countless people around the world can witness the process with their own eyes. It is not an exaggeration to say that its influence is thousands of times, or even a hundred thousand times.

"99.8 million, 99.85 million, 900,000...God, our ratings are going to break 100 million!"

At this time, Barkley roared with excitement.

"Broken! Broken! One hundred million! One hundred million..."

The next moment, Kenny Smith roared in a trembling voice.

"broken?"

Stern took a few deep breaths and felt his heart beating violently. He quickly walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the quick-acting heart-rescuing pills on the table next to him and swallowed one.

"100 million? Old K is really going to become a god! One battle to become a god! D'Antoni, Knicks, you are the best pedals!"

Jordan murmured.

In Los Angeles, Kobe stood motionless in front of the TV. He knew now that he might not be able to surpass Old K in this lifetime.

He suddenly turned his head and said to his wife: "Vanessa, fortunately, old K didn't return to the Lakers. Otherwise, how could I have a chance to succeed? Maybe I will leave the Lakers like Nash and the others."

"Puff!"

Vanessa laughed, but asked a question: "Kobe, you are from the Suns, and you will retire in the future. Are you planning to retire with the Lakers or return to the Suns?"

"this?"

Kobe thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I'm far from retiring, so I don't think about it now."

At this time, the Knicks attacked, Marion missed a ball in a panic, Thomas grabbed the rebound and passed it to White Chocolate.

At this time, almost all Knicks fans stood up.

On the sidelines, those stars also stood up.

Fengshen Street, open-air basketball court, crowded with people.

Dabao and a large group of friends occupied a basketball court. There were two or three hundred people, all staring at a TV on the sidelines.

"Dabao, if your dad gets 100 points, would you like to treat me?" A child suddenly asked loudly.

"That's right, Dabao, you want a treat." The others booed.

Dabao touched his pocket, and said helplessly: "Brothers, I only have three yuan. How about buying a few popsicles, each of you can eat?"

"One mouthful is not enough for one person, one lick per person, right?" said a little guy.

"Haha..." The entire basketball court burst into laughter.

Madison Square Garden, Lao Wang came to the free throw line, stopped for a while, and after Taylor came up, he turned right suddenly.

At this moment, when Lao Wang turned and cut in, White Chocolate quickly lobbed the ball.

At this moment, the eyes of countless people around the world are focused on Wang Tiejun.

"Snapped!"

Pharaoh caught the ball with his right hand during the turn, raised it high, took a step forward, and jumped up.

"boom!"

The next moment, the Knicks' basket was blown up.

"Boom!"

Huge cheers sounded in Madison Square Garden. At this moment, Knicks fans collectively mutinied.

"101! 101! 101!"

At this moment, from the scene to all over the world, countless people are shouting.

"Aww!"

The old Wang who fell to the ground also opened his throat, raised his fists, and roared wantonly.

Stern picked up the receiver with trembling hands, dialed the special assistant's number, and the call was connected quickly. Without waiting for the other side to speak, he said, "Listen, Ham, starting tomorrow, on our official website, I will only I want to see old K's promotional content.

In addition, contact the major media immediately. We must seize this opportunity and make a wave of publicity, so as not to waste this best opportunity. "

"Yes, Mr. Stern, I will prepare right away." Special Assistant Ham Philip said respectfully.

"Also, most importantly, what we want to promote this time is not the old K, but the **** of basketball." Stern said suddenly and seriously.

"What?" Tom Philip over there was stunned.

"Do it."

Stern hung up the phone without any explanation.

In the CCTV commentary booth, Su Qun said excitedly: "In 46 minutes, he made 38 of 42 shots, a frightening 90.4% shooting rate, 25 of 25 free throws, 101 points, 15 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 steal, 8 blocks, 2 turnovers and 4 fouls. K played the scariest game in basketball history, I bet no one can surpass him in the future, no one! Haha, thank you Knicks for your cooperation!"

"Yes, haha, 101 points, Tie Jun, played his peak performance tonight, haha, his peak period has just come..."

Zhang Lili was already incoherent with excitement.

In the TNT commentary seat, Barkley said excitedly: "Congratulations old K, 101 points! There is no doubt that you are the strongest person in history! The first in history, the first in active service.

At the same time, your game also broke all single-game ratings records in the NBA, with 109 million viewers in the United States. "

"Congratulations to Old K! Congratulations to the Knicks, too, for becoming the only team in history whose opponents have twice scored 100 points individually." Kenny Smith said loudly.

"Haha..." Barkley laughed out loud.

At the scene, Pharaoh was replaced and received cheers from the Knicks fans alone.

"The Sun King is crowned!"

All the substitute players of the Suns, when he was off the field, raised their hands amid the shouts and made gestures of worship.

"Ha ha…"

Pharaoh laughed heartily.

Time is running out, and the two sides have no intention of playing. Soon after, the game ended, 128:101, and the Suns beat the Knicks away.

Lao Wang celebrated with his teammates and friends and accepted a live interview with TNT.

"Old K, congratulations! 101 points in a single game, the first in history. At the same time, the ratings exceeded 100 million!" The reporter said excitedly.

"What, the ratings exceeded 100 million?"

Old Wang was dumbfounded, this was something he never thought of, never thought of.

"What do you most want to say now?" The reporter asked again.

"The advertisers made a lot of money tonight!" Pharaoh blurted out.

"Haha..." The people around heard laughed.

Someone said loudly: "I agree with what old K said, the Super Bowl halftime advertisement is worth millions of dollars per second, and today's advertisers are making a lot of money."

"such a pity!"

Little Colangelo shook his head regretfully. If this were in the American West Arena, it would be perfect!

After the interview, Pharaoh and his teammates went back to the locker room, opened the door, and saw Colangelo Jr. standing inside with a bottle of Champagne in his hand.

"boom!"

The next moment, the cork was opened, and Colangelo shook the bottle continuously, and the champagne sprayed out.

"Haha, is there any more?"

Lao Wang and a group of people rushed in excitedly.

After a lively celebration for more than ten minutes, the two boxes of champagne that Colangelo had prepared temporarily were exhausted. At this time, Lao Wang had time to take out his mobile phone. There were a lot of missed calls and text messages on it, and he was about to check the text messages. , the phone rang again, the phone at home.

After answering Fei Ge's call, manager Hawksman's call came in, and then Kobe, Dayao, Dameng, Lightning, Lei Gong, Dazui Roberts, etc...

One hour later, the post-match press conference was held.

On the Knicks side, the local media in New York attacked D'Antoni.

"Coach D'Antoni, the Suns scored 127 points on your team. Do you think running and bombing without defense can really win the championship?" The New York Daily reporter asked.

"Mr. Reporter, you should know that our team has just been formed, the season has just begun, and we have just started to run in." D'Antoni distinguished.

"But the Suns are the same, and three of the Knicks' main lineup are from the Suns' main lineup. They have played running and bombing last season, and running-in is not a problem at all." The reporter questioned.

"The Suns are indeed the same as us, but they have the old K, and none of us can block his offense. That's why we lost tonight. We lost on the old K, not the run-and-gun tactics." D'Antoni distinguished .

The next reporter from the New York Athletic asked: "Mr. D'Antoni, if the Knicks can make it to the Finals and meet the Suns in the Finals, how sure are you of beating them?"

D'Antoni's face was extremely ugly, and he reluctantly said: "I believe that after running-in, our offensive ability will improve. When our offense improves again, the Suns' defense will be torn to pieces by us. You can also get 120 points, or even more, and it is not impossible to beat the Suns."

"Mr. D'Antoni, old K only played top-level defense in the first quarter, and instead of defending with all his strength in the next three quarters, he attacked with all his strength. Do you think he intends to break Chamberlain's 100-percentage record on the Knicks? Do you think he has stats? Are you a suspect?" asked the next Washington Post reporter.

D'Antoni cheered up, and quickly said: "I think so too. I don't think old K's 101 points tonight is so great. Who gets so many shots..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't say it, because he thought of the old K's shooting rate tonight, 38 of 42 shots. This efficiency can only show one point, it is not the old K who is collecting statistics, but his team's defense Rotten into scum, rotten to the point of letting old K get whatever he wants.

But he knew that this was wrong, not that the Knicks' defense was really that bad, but that old K really played an unprecedented explosive state tonight. unstoppable.

(end of this chapter)

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