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Chapter 126 Fighting the Knicks Again

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

Barkley scolded angrily: "This damn idiot made us lose one more person."

Now that the trading window is closed, Dumars' departure is not good news. The Suns' bench lineup will be much weaker. If Tom Chambers can't come back in the playoffs, then the Suns will face several strong teams. Time is dangerous.

On the contrary, Ceballos, without Dumars, his starting position will be more stable, so he is a little happy.

Wang Tiejun started a new session of flexibility and coordination training in the morning, and then performed low-level step 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 Lao Wang 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 does it feel?" Old Wang was at a loss.

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

"Ah?"

Lao Wang casually glanced around, the decoration is just average, not as good as Jazz's arena, which is also a holy place?
"Let me tell you, this is the most watched stadium in the league. The media, Hollywood stars, spotlights, everything. All NBA stars want to play here. How do you feel now?" Barkley shouted.

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

"Ha ha……"

Barkley and the others laughed.

In the afternoon training, he completed the rebounding training, and the physical training was not carried out today, so today's training volume is not large, and he lacks the most energy-consuming weight gain training.

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

Although he dunked Ewing last time, he only played for a little time, so it was not a real matchup, and he didn't know this super center.

Lewis said: "Let's talk about his shots first. His offensive percentage and shooting percentage at the basket are 31% and 60%. Near two-pointers are 32.5% and 37%. Two-pointers are 24% and 35%.

"The shooting percentage is below [-]%?" Old Wang said in surprise.

Lewis glared at Pharaoh angrily, and said, "Out of the three super centers, only Dameng's [-]-point shooting percentage has reached [-]%, and the overall mid-range shooting percentage is also below [-]%. Do you think it's easy to make a mid-range shot?

Jordan is such a powerful scorer, his nearly two-pointers are 33%, his two-pointers are 43%, and his two-pointers are 41.7%. The overall shooting percentage is only 40.8%.

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

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

Old Wang laughed and said, "So that's why I underestimated the heroes of the world."

"Ha ha……"

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

Lewis went on to say: "Let me talk about Ewing's technical characteristics again. His skills are far from being as gorgeous as Dameng's, and they are as low-key as his personality."

"That's called withdrawn, not low-key." Old Wang corrected.

"Will you let me talk?" Lewis said angrily.

"Say what you say." Old Wang said hastily.

Lewis said: "He prefers to shoot from the left waist of the penalty area and close to the low line. He is good at post-ups in the low post. He mainly relies on throwing shots for layups. He is tough in defense.

His speed is not as fast as Robinson, and he is not as sensitive as Dameng. His back-up technique is not so versatile, but his technical movements are solid, and he can shoot with both left and right shoulders.

This means that the defender slips to defend his right shoulder, and he can turn over his left shoulder to make a jump shot, and vice versa.

Among his finishing skills, he focuses on shooting, and the hook is a shortcoming, which is the opposite of yours.

There is nothing false in his technical moves, he just relies on blocking, blocking the defender so that the defense cannot touch him, and then relies 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 tightly entangled, he has a trick to avoid jumping.

This is a jumping step that allows Ewing to turn from his back to the basket to face the basket at once, and then get rid of the defender to complete a jumper, or go to the basket for a layup. "

"Signature technology?"

Lao Wang scratched his head, he lacked the footwork and mobility that allowed him to get rid of the defender quickly and get to the basket.

He asked: "If he defends with a stalker, can he also use a bun?"

Without thinking about it, Lewis said, "Then I will give you an elbow first, and after gaining a certain amount of space, I will do a free jump."

"..." Old Wang was speechless.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Barkley stood up, glanced at Lao Wang, and said with a smile: "Tonight, everyone cheer up and pay attention to the Knicks' affairs. They suffered a loss last time, and they will never forget it. That old rascal in Oakley is not a good guy."

Everyone glanced at Lao Wang, and Lao Wang said innocently: "Look at what I am doing, I never take the initiative to cause trouble, they are the ones who provoke me."

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

At this time, in the locker room of the home team, Ewing, Oakley, John Starks and a group of New York gang members were discussing how to vent their anger at home.

They lost face in Phoenix last time, and the New York media and fans are still scolding them. This feud is like wine. The longer it goes, the more honest it becomes.

"Guys, listen up. Tonight we will have a clear division of labor. Lock the throat, hug the hug, cover the cover, punch the punch, and provoke the provocation. We must teach that rookie a lesson."

As a well-known villain, Oakley was deeply ashamed of his retreat last time, and this time he decided to wash away his shame.

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

John Starks was even more bitter and bitter, and he decided not to show mercy. If he had the opportunity to bite his ear again this time, he would not let it go, and he must speak quickly.

As for Ewing, being dunked by a rookie is an even more shameful shame. It's just because of his personality, he didn't reveal anything, and he still looked blank.

At seven o'clock, [-]% of the seats in Madison Square Garden were occupied. 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 court is the most expensive in the league and one of the most attended.

The people who came to watch the Knicks games were basically middle-class, otherwise they couldn’t afford the expensive Knicks tickets. These people used their time very closely, and watching the games was just a pastime. Many of them came late after the game started, and some people were sitting at the scene, but their minds were not on the game.

At 07:30, the two sides announced the starting lineup.

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

Knicks: Ewing, Oakley, Charles Smith, John Starks, Doc Rivers
The game was broadcast live across the United States by ESPN, and the commentators were Vince Rollin and Carter Oldman.

One side is the Suns with the league's first record, and the other is the Knicks with the league's second record and the Eastern Conference's first. The attention is extremely high.

"Look, there are many Hollywood stars here tonight, and there are also many beautiful models."

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

"I also saw Spike Lee, who seemed to be hooking up with someone."

"Ha ha……"

The two guys gossiped a few words and started to get down to business.

Winston Rollins said with a smile: "I've been looking forward to this game for a long time. Old K dunked super center Ewing in the first NBA game, frightened the villain Oakley, and spanked John Starks. He suppressed the Knicks by himself. So tonight, I want to see what the Knicks will do."

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

"Who knows, anyway, I saw twice as many security guards at the scene. It seems that Madison Square Garden has already made preparations to deal with violent brawls."

Winston Rollins smiled authentically.

At [-]:[-], the Knicks' five starters left the locker room.

"Patrick, how will you deal with that rookie tonight?" A team reporter followed him and asked loudly.

"I will blow 50+ on his head, and I will let him know that the NBA is not so easy to mess with." Ewing's deep voice sounded, full of anger.

The greatest shame in his life was being dunked by that rookie and stepped over his head.

If a superstar did this, he would not be so angry, but if a rookie did this, it would be the same as slapping him.

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

"Kill him!"

Oakley's roar sounded, his anger was raging, and he couldn't suppress it.

"John?" the reporter called again.

Starks' shrill voice sounded: "There will be blood tonight, we New York gangsters are not that easy to mess with."

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

On the other end, the five starters of the Suns 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, he might as well let me be a super center. Anyway, I won't be called a double-team."

Lao Wang replied disdainfully.

"You would rather be blown up by him than double-teamed?" the team reporter joked.

"Get out!" Old Wang said angrily.

"Ha ha……"

Barkley and the others beside him burst out laughing.

In the player channel, the enemy is against each other, and everyone's eyes are red before they get close.

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

"Crack, click..." 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?" Old Wang 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 deliberately humiliate him.

"Old K, let me introduce you."

Barkley stepped forward, pointed at Oakley, and yelled seriously: "This is a well-known villain in the league, the locker room leader of the New York gang, Oakley known as 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. "

When Oakley heard this, he was very upset and said: "Klaus made a huge wrong decision. If I stayed with the Bulls, Jordan would have won the championship long ago. We don't have to wait until the bad boy gets old to win the championship. We can get down on the Pistons back then."

Lao Wang said disdainfully: "Isn't it just that you have a lot of small moves in the game and dare to bend your elbow? Old guy, you are not ashamed, but proud. I am ashamed for you. Fortunately, the Bulls traded you, otherwise the Bulls would have become a Chicago gangster."

"..."

Oakley was dumbfounded.

Everyone looked at Old Wang, are you trying to completely irritate Oakley?

"Oops, this is the rhythm of fighting first off the court." Barkley began to roll up his sleeves and prepare.

"Bastard! Damn rookie..."

Oakley was so angry that he screamed, and within a few steps he was in front of Lao Wang, and roared: "Are you going to fight?"

"Hey, Oakley, don't make trouble!"

Barkley blocked Oakley and persuaded: "Calm down, please? You can't beat us, my brother will take off your pants and swell your ass, you'd better behave yourself..."

"Go to hell!"

Oakley was furious, you are trying to anger me on purpose, right?
"Back off! Back off!"

A team of security guards, who had been prepared long ago, quickly inserted between the two teams, separating them.

"Barkley, you bastard, you wait for me, today will never end!" Oakley roared through the security guard.

"I'm afraid of you! I've been waiting for today for a long time, but you're going!" Barkley roared without hesitation.

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

Lao Wang was very dissatisfied, and Barkley stole his limelight.

"No fight!"

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

The reporters accompanying the two teams felt a little regretful.

At this time, the visiting team was calling outside, and Barkley and others ran out in a swarm, fearing that they would be beaten by the Knicks if they were placed alone.

"Shh!"

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

After the booing went down, a small middle-aged black man shouted excitedly at Old Wang: "Rookie, tonight is your sad night, you will be taught by Patrick and Charles, and you will crawl out from here!"

"Who are you?" Lao Wang asked loudly.

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

"Your pants fell off!" Lao Wang kindly reminded the black man with a finger.

"what?"

Spike Lee hurriedly rolled up his pants, but found that he had been fooled, and the pants were fine.

"Ha ha……"

Pharaoh, Barkley and others laughed wildly, and then ran to warm up one after another.

"Bad boy, you are a bad boy!" Spike Lee jumped his feet furiously.

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

"Damn old K, you are finished!"

The nearby fans also continued to abuse.

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

"Old Oak, you're a villain, not a softie!"

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

"You are gangsters, not a bunch of softies, you want to be ashamed!"

When the home team came out, there was no cheers, no applause, and the fans kept yelling at them, putting the Knicks players under more pressure than the Suns, and they all wished they could fight the Suns now.

"The atmosphere is very hot!"

"Maybe something big will happen tonight."

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

"Ha ha……"

In the ESPN live broadcast, the two commentators joked.

Center circle, jump ball.

Pharaoh and Ewing stood opposite each other close to the center line, the ball was thrown up, and they jumped almost at the same time.

"Snapped!"

Ewing wins, the ball goes a little faster, and the Knicks go first.

Ewing was placed in the low position on the left wing and asked for the ball with his hands open.

At this time, Lao Wang posted up, and Ewing suddenly took a step up to the left waist position. At this time, the ball was passed in and he successfully caught it.

Pharaoh immediately followed up and stood behind him.

He didn't use his chest to kill him. He had fought against Dameng and Robinson a few times. If he used his chest to fight hard, with the agility of these guys, he could beat him with a single turn. step, maintaining the space to retreat.

At the same time, there is another reason, which saves energy.

But at this time, Ewing suddenly turned to face the basket and shot a jumper. He stepped up to block the shot, but the bounce speed was not enough, and the ball passed through his fingertips.

"Shh!"

Splashes appeared and nearly two points were hit.

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

The on-site commentator roared loudly, and won the cheers and applause of the audience.

"Fool, what are you using to defend against me?"

Ewing, who doesn't like to talk trash, actually started talking trash this time, which shows why he hates Old Wang.

"I'll just dunk you." Old Wang immediately replied.

"..." Ewing got angry for a moment and almost had a brain attack.

(End of this chapter)