NBA backer king

Chapter 129 Is there a back door?

"The wound is not deep, but a few stitches and anesthesia are needed."

While preparing, Nelson said, "Old K, go back to the locker room and deal with it."

"Don't be ridiculous, Aaron, what kind of anesthetic is given for a few shots? Just sew it up." Wang Tiejun said without thinking.

When I was a child, I was injured a lot during martial arts practice, especially the equipment that was most likely to be injured. This kind of injury is not called an injury at all. If I were at home, I would just apply some medicine myself, and it would just be a lot of scars.

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

"How much does it hurt? Hurry up." Old Wang said.

"Okay, I'll start." Nelson said.

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

"It seems that there is no anesthesia?"

"It doesn't seem like it is, or it didn't hit."

"It's so stupid. Old K is our New Yorker. Why didn't we find him and was picked up by the Suns?"

"That's right, our scouts are so useless."

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

The fans were pointing, discussing and imagining endlessly.

Nelson's hands were still very fast, and he sewed it up in a few strokes, and then put on a large band-aid.

Lao Wang added another cup of energy, then opened the system to take a look, and got a reward of 200 points, now there are 400 points.

"I have collected all the baskets of the three major super centers. That guy O'Neill is said by the media to be the fourth-largest super center. Unfortunately, we can only think about him next season."

"Ah owe! Ah owe..."

O'Neill was sitting in front of the TV watching the game at this time, and suddenly sneezed several times in a row, and couldn't stop it.

"This damn old K is messing around with other people's baskets all day long. I'm going to mess with him next season." After finally calming down, he stared at Wang Tiejun on the TV and muttered.

At the scene, Barkley came back again, and 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 unhappily: "Brother, we are sure to win this game. Are you here to pick the fruit?"

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

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

"Charles, this is not a joke." Westphal said cautiously.

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

"OK!"

Nelson checked immediately, asked a few more questions, and said, "There is no redness, swelling, or obvious pain. Hitting is okay, but you need to stabilize the joints. However, don't do violent movements, and absolutely don't do explosive movements."

Westphal considered it and agreed.

There is a Barkley standing on the court, even if he does not move there, it is still an attractive point for double-teaming and can create space for others. With him on the court, the old K will be much more relaxed. Oakley has absolutely no way to wantonly double-team the old K, and vice versa.

After 10 minutes, the basket was replaced and the game restarted.

However, the morale of the Knicks has slipped to the bottom after this blow. With Barkley playing again, the strength of the Suns has recovered, and the morale is extremely high. The strength of the two teams has dropped and rises.

Although the Knicks' defense is still very fierce, rough fouls appear from time to time, but the same is true for the Suns.

At the end, 108:98, the Suns won by 10 points.

尤因上场42分钟，28投13中，命中率46.4%，略低于正常水平，加上10罚7中，轰下了33分9篮板1助攻1盖帽2失误3犯规的数据。

He had a higher shooting percentage in the first three quarters and more offense at the basket, but his physical fitness declined severely in the final quarter, he couldn't hit the basket, and his offensive and defensive quality declined, which affected his overall efficiency.

Wang Tiejun played 42 minutes and took the most shots of the team tonight, with as many as 16 shots.

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

Among them, 6 of 5 dunks were successful, 1 was dunked, 8 of 6 shots was successful, and 75 was blocked by Ewing, that is, [-] of [-] basket attacks were successful, and the shooting rate reached a terrifying [-]%.

O'Neal's offensive percentage at the rim is currently the highest in the league at 75%, and the offensive percentage at the basket has reached a terrifying 54%.

What's even more frightening is that O'Neal's average per game, but he just broke out in this one, it can be seen that there is still a big distance between him and O'Neal.

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

None of the three super centers hit 30.9% of their shots near the basket, and the lowest was David Robinson's [-]%.

In the entire league, probably O'Neal's two-pointers near the basket exceeded 42.6%, and his [-]% field goal percentage per game is the best in the league.

整体上，今晚他16投10中，命中率高达62.5%，12罚7中，轰下了27分11篮板3助攻3盖帽2失误5犯规的数据，并获得了全场最佳。

This is the second time he won the best player in the game. The 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 and scored high points.

Sitting on the bench, Wang Tiejun was so tired that he could only stick out his tongue. He felt that there was a real problem with his physical reserve, and he played very long today and was extremely tired.

On the other side, Ewing, who was facing 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 K, but then Barkley came up again. He still defended Old K alone.

To put it simply, he is not only tired, but also in pain all over his body. He has worked harder than Wang Tiejun. I am afraid that he will have to have a truce in the next match.

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

"Really?" Ewing's hands trembled.

Now that he closes his eyes, he can still think of Old K's ferocity covered in blood. With his character, he doesn't want to fight with this kind of person at all.

And now his physical condition is far worse than that of Oakley. He is fighting the old K all the way. The matchup between Oakley and Barkley is not so fierce.

"It must be done, otherwise our face will be lost." Oakley said anxiously.

"Come on, let's go back and get ready."

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

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

The ESPN reporter asked: "Old K, you confiscated the Knicks' basket tonight, what do you want to say to the Knicks fans now?"

Lao Wang smiled, thought for a while 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 dumbfounded, old K, do you know what you are talking about?Ewing + Oakley, regardless of the offensive and defensive ends, this is the league's top inside combination.

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

"Old K is too arrogant!"

No matter who it is, as long as they have seen Ewing play, as long as they have heard the names of the three super centers, they will all come up with this idea.

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

After summarizing 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.

Ceballos looked envious. Of the five starters, he alone was not eligible to participate in the press conference. Old K participated in more and more press conferences, which made him feel a sense of gap.

Oliver Miller, who was sitting next to him, used to have a lot of ideas and wanted to leave the Suns, but now he has no ideas, and seems to accept the status quo of playing Wang Tiejun as a substitute.

Sitting behind the table, Lao Wang looked at the clicking cameras below with relief, feeling that they were all directed at him.

"Old K, the league's latest regulations stipulate that if a basket is damaged, the compensation amount is as high as $[-]. What do you think?"

Sure enough, the first reporter asked about him.

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

He heard that Jordan was fined $5000 by the league every game for wearing his own court in his rookie season. Now he is only fined once in a while. Although he is a bit reluctant, it is within his psychological tolerance.

"Old K, will Mammoth Corporation pay you a fine?" Barkley turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Why do they want to pay me a fine?" Old Wang was at a loss.

"You fool, Nike paid Jordan's fine for him, because Nike benefited and sold more sneakers, and you deserve the same." Barkley scolded with a smile.

"what?"

Lao Wang was stunned.

He took a look at his feet. It was just a pair of ordinary Mammoth sneakers. His signature sneakers hadn't been made yet, but it seemed that what Barkley said made sense. Ask Lance Hawksman later.

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

"is it?"

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

"Judging from your shots, you rarely have other finishing methods after leaving the basket, almost all of them are hooks. Are you the main offensive hook, just like the sky hook Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, are you imitating his style of play?"

the reporter asked.

Wang Tiejun said with a smile: "My height and wingspan are about the same as skyhooks. Hooks are indeed my first choice, because this technique makes it difficult for my defenders to block my shots. Their hands are usually at least three feet away from mine, and that far away from my ball.

But my hook technique is different from the sky hook Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, I am not as good as his coordination, I am still a long way from him. "

"Old K, I heard that you said in the post-game interview just now that the Knicks' two major 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, "So what if I'm 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, raising their hands to ask questions.

Before Lao Wang could finish his sentence, he continued: "It is you New York media who have racially discriminated against me, such as Chinese coolies and perverted coolies. You called them out. Now I have to consider whether to send you to the dock one by one."

"..."

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

However, if a person of yellow race wants to sue the American media for racial discrimination in the United States, 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 low-level lawyers, 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 chattered below.

But they don't believe it, some people believe it.

There are also two reporters from the New York Times here, but they are silent now. They all know that Rob Longer has received a lawyer's letter from Clevens Law Firm. This colleague has been abandoned by the New York Times. They don't want to end up with Longer.

"Don't mess with him, he is now a member of CAA, and CAA has entrusted Clevens Law Firm to handle his legal affairs."

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

"Clevens?" The reporter's expression changed.

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

"Too bad! Well, he did the right thing by signing with CAA. Let's write more carefully in the future."

"Clevens?"

Soon, the story spread among reporters.

Which of these people doesn't know the status of Clevins Law Firm in the industry. The firm has more than a dozen top barristers as partners, each of whom is a giant in the judicial field.

They don't look majestic on the outside, they are known as the uncrowned kings, but they are just reporters. No company is willing to be bitten by Clevens for a reporter under them. Otherwise, why would a top world media like the New York Times give up on Lundgren?
……

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

"That bastard, what right does he have to say that 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 strength."

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

This is because he was about to go crazy when he heard what the reporter said about Wang Tiejun saying that the Knicks' two insiders were not good.

On one side, Oakley grabbed the microphone and shouted angrily: "A rookie who doesn't know the so-called, I hope they can reach the finals, and I will teach him there."

……

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

"Kevin, here's the bag, don't take it." Wang Tiejun handed his bag to Kevin Johnson.

"I can go."

Kevin Johnson didn't take Lao Wang's bag at all, and shouted loudly.

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

"That's not right," Dan Marley yelled.

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

Wang Tiejun ignored them and forced the bag to Kevin Johnson. He rushed to the front and greeted loudly: "Everyone, get ready, the big ones stand in front, and the small ones stay behind. Don't worry, I can kill several of them by myself. The most difficult one, Oakley, will be handed over to me."

"Let's go together!"

Barkley and others yelled from behind, and when someone took the lead, everyone followed.

"Old K, what do they want to do?"

"A date?
"When did this happen?"

A 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 have a fight. 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 began to have a headache.

Colangelo looked serious, stared at Lao Wang and said: "No fight, old K, if you dare to fight, you will be punished severely this time, with a team suspension and a fine."

When mentioning money, Lao Wang immediately said anxiously: "Sir, how much is the fine and how many games will be banned?"

"A 30-match ban and a fine of 60 U.S. dollars. There is no salary for the suspension. You will lose at least [-] U.S. dollars." Colangelo knew that Lao Wang was reluctant to part with money, so he said more.

"Is that a lot of money?"

It’s okay to fine a few thousand dollars, so much would be fatal, Old Wang looked at Barkley and the others, and tentatively said: "Brothers, should I pay someone or you pay?"

"As long as anyone who participates will be fined. And if anyone is injured, according to the rules of the league during the injury period, there will be no salary, and a fine and suspension will be imposed."

Colangelo wrinkled his face and shouted hastily.

Lao Wang's face collapsed, and he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't fight, the Knicks are not worth 60 dollars, why don't we run away, is there a back door here?"

"Puchi, haha..." Everyone laughed.

Running is not allowed, and everyone is still flocking to the underground parking lot.

However, the players were placed at the back, and Colangelo's management, coaching staff and trainers were at the front.

"Bullshit!"

At this time, outside the locker room of the home team, a group of Knicks players were blocked by the Knicks management and head coach Pat Riley. Riley stared at Oakley with cold eyes and angrily said:
"Charles Oakley, do you want to destroy this team? Which of you can beat old K? Don't think that you have practiced boxing. He knows Chinese Kung Fu. He is a professional. The tonnage is [-] kilograms heavier than yours. You are a heavyweight, and he is a super heavyweight. Do you think you can beat him? He can withstand your punches, and how many punches can you withstand?"

Oakley wiped his face, was sprayed pale and speechless.

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

"All stop here, we will leave after they leave." Pat Riley shouted coldly again.

Oakley was so aggrieved, 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?"

When I came to the parking lot, it was quiet. Lao Wang was sandwiched between his teammates, looking around, but he couldn't see any Knicks players. He was a little disappointed.

He wanted to wait, but walked more and more slowly until he reached the end, but Colangelo was already arranging to get on the bus, so he might not have the chance to wait.

"Old K, hurry up, usually you are the first in everything, what do you want to do now that you are the last?" Colangelo, who was standing at the door of the bus, shouted loudly.

"Come on, old K, don't dawdle, they may have run away, and they must be more familiar with the back door here than we are."

Barkley knew what Lao Wang was thinking, and ran over with a smile to push him forward.

He actually doesn't want to play, because if he hurts his own people, he is afraid that it will affect the playoffs. He has too high expectations for this year's championship.

Lao Wang was pushed onto the bus, stood at the door of the car, looked back at the passageway just out, and cursed: "These grandchildren, shitty New York gangsters, we should start fighting on the field and smash their asses."

"Old K, fuck them later."

"Yes, fight them again next season."

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

"The short old K in Oakley has a head, and the old K holds it up with one hand. It's hard for him to get close. How can he hit him?"

Everyone laughed and joked.

……

"I'm ashamed today, I don't know how old K's bastards will laugh at us behind our backs?" Oakley sighed unhappily in the locker room of the home team.

Ewing next to him didn't answer. His whole body hurts like hell now, and he doesn't want to fight at all.

At the same time, he also believes that the Knicks can't win at all. The old K + Barkley's fighting combination, 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 better and try to get rid of Jordan and reach the finals. I'm going to kill the grandsons of the Suns."

Oakley said harshly.

"Ah."

Ewing nodded.

Oakley turned his head and glanced at Ewing next to him. This old man was not in a good state when it came to a critical game, and it was the same today. He was not as good as that rookie, which cast a shadow on him.

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

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

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

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

"call!"

He involuntarily let out a long breath.

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

"To double-team him at the basket, we can only interrupt his offense and hug his hand directly. Other small moves are useless to him." He said in a low voice.

Oakley's cheeks twitched, he thought of his elbow, raised Old K's eyebrows, but failed to stop him from getting up and dunking, all three of them made Old K smash the basket, and he was very embarrassed tonight.

"I understand." He nodded.

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

……

(End of this chapter)