NBA backer king

Chapter 155 Chance of Winning the Championship
Lying in the bathtub, Wang Tiejun habitually turned on the system and took a look.

Just now, he completed all the training content of rebounding for three months. He had already improved by four levels before, and now he has improved by one level, reaching level 86.

The other two trainings started at the end of April, and lasted for two months. The flexibility has been improved by one level. It is now level 66, and the speed has not changed. But counting the time, I should be able to improve by one level in two days.

"Tie Jun, the game has begun." Lao Zhang shouted loudly in the living room downstairs.

"The bull will definitely sweep the Cavaliers. It's nothing to see. I'll hang out for a while." He replied loudly.

"Brother Zhang, you can do it in your day!"

He had been soaking for half an hour before he came downstairs, and saw Lao Zhang with a bottle of beer in his left hand and a plate of cold shaking pig ears in his right, and his saliva immediately came out.

"what about the taste?"

"I made it myself. It's not bad. Would you like to eat some? The pig's ears are not very high in calories. It's a medium-calorie food without any oil. I've prepared chopsticks for you." Lao Zhang smiled.

"Then eat something?"

The tone was a little hesitant, but the action of picking up the chopsticks was without hesitation, but he picked up a few pieces and stopped when he was about to stuff them into his mouth.

"There's still a bit too much oil!"

He took a glass, poured a glass of beer, washed the pig's ear meat in it, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

"There are only a few drops of oil in total. I think you want to drink beer?" Lao Zhang said angrily.

"Ha ha……"

He laughed loudly, didn't bother to wash it, and directly picked up the cup, and said to his mouth: "Just this cup, don't persuade me anymore, if you persuade me to turn against you, we brothers can't do it."

"Where did I persuade you? Do you want to lose face?" Lao Zhang said angrily.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, I feel very tired now, do you think it's time to keep healthy?" He asked.

"Tie Jun, you can just bring a few fewer girls to your home, that's a hundred times better than keeping in good health." Lao Zhang joked.

"Stop teasing me!"

At 11:[-], the game between the Bulls and the Cavaliers ended. As he expected, the Bulls defeated the Cavaliers and entered the Eastern Conference Finals.

After sweeping the Eagles in the first round, the Bulls swept the Cavaliers again.

Zhang Lili did some calculations and said, "103:101, that's two points. Jordan's efficiency in the last two games is mediocre. Tonight's 45.8 field goal percentage is 6 percentage points lower than the team's overall field goal percentage.

It seems that he played 50% of the game, 2% in G44.4 game, and 1% in G53 game. It seems that his performance is not too stable, which may be related to the opponent's defense.

Most of his shots tonight were double-teamed, and he was able to hit 45.8% of his shots, which is already very strong. "

"31 points and 9 rebounds, this guy is very good at rebounding!" Wang Tiejun said.

"The Bulls' internal strength is mediocre, especially when the fifth position is not good now, so they have to rely on their outside to fight for rebounds. You don't know, as a shooting guard, Jordan is the Bulls' third rebounder this season, and it's the same in the playoffs, second only to Grant and Pippen. But if you meet the Bulls, you should have an advantage in rebounding." Zhang Reasonable said.

"That's for sure." Old Wang smiled.

Zhang Lili said again: "But Jordan's scoring ability is really overwhelming. He averaged 31 points per game in four games in the second round. This is the playoffs!"

Old Wang smacked his lips. Even if he was given enough shots, with his energy-intensive style of play, he still couldn't cut down this average statistic. Maybe an occasional game would be fine, but it was absolutely impossible in the series.

The next day, the defending champion Bulls were touted and praised by all the media, and the chances of winning the championship in major media soared.

ESPN increased the Bulls' chances of winning the championship from 51% to 75% in one fell swoop, and the increase given by other media is not small.

Although the Suns got the match point in the second round and the Western Conference finals are in sight, the probability of winning the championship given by ESPN is still 38% before the first round.

This made Barkley very dissatisfied. The Suns still lead by [-] to [-], and the Western Conference finals are in sight. You have to adjust it up, right?

He slammed the TV off and said to his wife, Maureen, "Honey, do you think they're fair?"

"Honey, don't be angry, look at the reasons given by ESPN." His wife Maureen handed over a newspaper.

Barkley glanced at it briefly, his nose twisted with anger.

Darling, let me watch this stuff, are you trying to annoy me on purpose?He crumpled up the newspaper and prepared to consume it in the bathroom later in the meeting.

There was an ESPN explanation in the newspaper about the Suns’ chances of winning. ESPN believed that the state of the Suns’ two major insiders continued to be weak. This state is likely to continue. He and Old K will drag down the offensive and defensive quality of the entire team. Therefore, ESPN does not think it is necessary to adjust the Suns’ chances of winning. If necessary, it will be adjusted downwards.

"It's no wonder ESPN never got the right to broadcast the NBA Finals. It doesn't deserve it at all. It's too unprofessional. If I want to be a commentator in the future, I will definitely not go to ESPN." He said angrily.

"Charles, why did you suddenly say you want to be a commentator? Do you want to retire?" Morin asked in surprise.

"Oh, no, I just have this idea. After retiring, I always have to find something to do. And you know, Bill Walton is doing this. I talked to you last time. I talked to him. The salary is not bad. I think I can try it in the future." Barkley said.

Maureen nodded and said, "As long as you like, Charles, I support you."

"Thank you, my dear, it is the greatest luck in my life to marry you." Barkley said with a smile.

"Me too." Maureen smiled.

The two then talked about the Western Conference finals and the finals, and Morin asked, "Is there any hope this time?"

Barkley didn't think about it, and immediately said: "Whether the Western Conference finals touch the Mosaic or the Supersonics, they are very good, and it depends on our own performance."

"You and old K played poorly in these two games, are you tired?" Mo Lin asked.

Barkley scratched his head and said, "I'm okay, but the hand feeling is a little bit bad, and it's normal to have ups and downs in back-to-back away games.

But that kid, Old K, was really tired from playing, and he didn't ask for the ball very much on the court.

He hasn't played professional games before, and he didn't even have formal training in the past two years, but his physical fitness is not very bad, otherwise he wouldn't be able to persist until now, because he didn't complete his physical reserves before entering the NBA, and his playing style was too physical. "

November 5th, game day.

There will be three games on this day, namely the G5 game between the Suns and the Spurs, the G5 game between Mosaic and the Supersonics, and the G5 game between the Eastern Knicks and the Hornets.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Chicago, a local TV station conducted an interview after the Bulls' practice game.

"Michael, who do you hope to meet in the finals?" the reporter asked.

"Phoenix, Sun." Jordan said without any hesitation, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, with a hint of ruthlessness.

He couldn't forget the fact that he was slapped in the face by that damn rookie in public. That was the greatest humiliation he had ever received, greater than the humiliation given to him by the Bad Boys Legion.

He hated the Bad Boys Legion, but he hated the rookie.

In this life, he will step on that rookie, so that he will not have a bright future in the NBA.

The feud between Jordan and Wang Tiejun is known to everyone. After this interview was broadcast, all Americans know that the Suns are over. Even if they reach the finals, they will be tortured by Jordan, because he is a god wearing the No. 23 jersey. Jordan at his peak is unstoppable.

Before the second round of G5 came, this interview put a lot of pressure on the Suns, and even made some players who were not strong enough to be a little pessimistic about the Western Conference Finals and the Finals.

At 06:30, the Suns entered the locker room and started preparing for the game.

"Brother, we are going to reach the finals and let that old boy's dream of three consecutive championships be shattered, do you feel happy?"

Wang Tiejun was talking to Barkley, holding a large thermos cup in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, which was soaked with wolfberry + red dates, which nourished blood and kidney.

"It must be cool to kill the Bulls and Michael!" Barkley said with a straight face.

He glanced at the thing in Old K's hand, with a look of disgust on his face, and asked curiously: "What's in it? How can you drink hot water?"

Others also looked over curiously, including the coaching staff and Colangelo.

He smiled, and said to Barkley with a sigh: "Brother, do you know why I can grow so tall?"

"And this?" Barkley asked with interest.

"No." He shook his head.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Barkley said angrily.

He laughed again: "Listen brother, let me tell you a few benefits of drinking hot water, it's good for you."

"Speak quickly!" Barkley said impatiently.

"First, drinking hot water can help you lose weight." He said seriously.

"Impossible, there is no scientific basis for this." Kevin Johnson shouted from the side.

He glanced at Kevin Johnson and said contemptuously, "Your fat is solidified butter. That thing melts when heated. Why can't you lose weight?"

"It seems to make sense."

"So, I also want to get some hot water to lose weight?"

Everyone started talking.

"What about the second?"

Barkley is not interested in losing weight. He has no fat. Is he still a pig?

"Secondly, drinking hot water can keep your core temperature on the bench during the game." Wang Tiejun said with a smile.

"I'd rather eat a hamburger, which provides more calories." Barkley immediately shook his head.

"Children can't be taught!" He said contemptuously.

"You haven't said what these are?" Barkley asked, pointing to the thermos.

"Are you persistent?" He asked mysteriously.

"of course."

No man would hesitate to ask that question, and neither would Barkley.

"But it gives you more stamina." He chuckled.

"Just it?"

Barkley said with contempt on his face: "Old K, who are you lying to? As long as you have to rest for 2 minutes to hit a ball, I believe you are a stupid ass."

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

"I don't know good people! You country bumpkins, I won't tell you."

Comrade Wang was furious, turned around and took out the CD player from the closet, and began to listen to his music. The first choice was Princess Xian's song, which was his goddess.

At 07:30, the two teams announced their starters.

Spurs: David Robinson, Antawn Kyle, Sean Elliott, Dale Ellis, Avery Johnson

Suns: Wang Tiejun, Barkley, Danny Ainge, Dan Marley, Kevin Johnson

In the ESPN live broadcast seat, Winston Rollins analyzed: "The Suns arranged for the 34-year-old Danny Ainge to start. It should be okay. Increasing the outside shooting ability of the starting lineup and the ability to pull apart will help create opportunities for low-post singles."

Carter Oldman laughed: "But in this way, the scoring ability of the Suns' bench lineup is even weaker."

Rowling thought for a while and said, "Ceballos doesn't have many shots in the starting lineup. When he returns to the bench lineup, he will have more opportunities. In fact, I always think that he should return to the bench lineup, so that his offensive potential will be stimulated."

The two were talking, and the substitute came off the bench to warm up.

Ceballos was taken off the starting lineup, and he was not very depressed. He did not get many shots in the starting lineup. Now that the bench lineup lacks scoring points, maybe he has more opportunities.

He gets excited at the thought of more scoring and fantastic stats.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Immediately, he had a few dazzling dunks, which made the Suns fans cheer for him.

Winston Rollins said with a smile: "Ceballos has a good mid-range shot, but he is also an explosive dunker, which makes his hit rate very high."

"Yes, Ceballos doesn't take many shots, but his shooting percentage in the regular season this season ranks first in the league, 57.6%." Carter Oldman laughed.

"It's just that after the old K joined the Suns, he occupied the space under the basket and reduced the space for outside breakthroughs. This also affected Ceballos' performance." Luo Lin said.

"That's the old K in the early days. Since he developed the hook, this problem has been solved." Carter Oldman said.

At this time, the two teams started to prepare to play.

When friends met, they were extremely jealous. David Robinson stared at Comrade Wang, his eyes were burning and his teeth were chattering.

"Iron Blood Jumper, what are you doing looking at me?" Lao Wang said dissatisfiedly.

"Aren't you also a big hooker?" David Robinson replied coldly.

"Puchi!" Barkley and the others laughed.

"Aren't you also a Jagged jumper?" David Robinson sprayed Barkley again.

Barkley glared at Lao Wang, and said in a low voice, "Old K, you did a good job. After only one day, we all became iron-blooded jumpers."

"Fool, I said center," he said.

Barkley suddenly realized, and yelled at Robinson: "Yes, general, I'm not a center. Isn't it natural for me to shoot jumpers outside? Iron-blooded jumpers are only suitable for you."

"you?"

David Robinson was pissed off.

At eight o'clock, the game begins.

"Get excited, get excited..."

When the players came on the field, assistant coach Lewis shouted at the five main players.

"Yo ho yo ho..."

Comrade Lao Wang immediately yelled and yelled in unison, and the others followed suit one after another, making the fans also yelled.

"It's a bunch of cattle!"

"Be careful, these animals look very excited, don't be trampled by their hooves."

The Spurs cursed angrily.

This time, Comrade Lao Wang finally won a jump ball, and the Suns attacked.

"Kevin, do you want an assist?"

Left wing low, he yelled.

"roll!"

Kevin Johnson, who was not close to the top of the arc, cursed, and suddenly put his hands together and pushed the ball in, and the ball flew over Avery Johnson's head.

"Snapped!"

Carrying Robinson with his left hand, he grabbed the ball with his right hand, and the next moment, he slid down to the bottom.

The first movement is to turn the head to the right.

"Slip!"

David Robinson was so familiar with this action that he immediately made a judgment.

He repeatedly studied old K's low-post singles technical moves, and found that old K's turn was different from others. This damn rookie turned his head first.

The next moment, he retreated immediately, taking a step back towards the bottom line.

"Oops!"

However, in the next moment, he knew he had been fooled, because Old K didn't slip to the bottom, but turned up, didn't even dribble, turned around and stepped into the paint area, and killed him.

"Di!"

Instinctively he reached out to stop it, but immediately regretted it because the whistle blew.

At this time, Wang Tiejun had already soared into the sky.

"boom!"

When the basket trembled, the American West Arena boiled instantly.

The referee immediately made a gesture that two points are valid and a free throw is added.

"Hey, old K dunks Robinson in the opening game, he looks very excited, completely different from the previous two games, this is a very good state!"

"Yes, yes, now watching Sir Barkley's performance, I hope our inside combination can have a big explosion tonight.

In the on-site commentary booth, the two commentators shouted excitedly.

"Now old K's fake moves are very good, even David Robinson has been fooled." ESPN live broadcast, Winston Rollins said.

"By the way, old K didn't move just now, he just glanced to the right, how did Robinson judge that old K would slip?" Carter Oldman was puzzled.

"With his moving speed, he can keep up with the speed of old K without any prediction at all. I think Robinson can be more calm." Winston Rollins suggested.

At this time, Wang Tiejun missed the free throw, David Robinson grabbed the rebound, and the Spurs attacked.

Advancing to the frontcourt, Robinson was just beaten, of course he had to return it.

The left wing is low, and he still uses the method of the previous game. On the offensive end, he relies on the advantage of being faster and more flexible to get rid of the defender. This can not only give full play to his advantages, but also reduce the confrontation with the old K, save energy, and increase his offensive efficiency, making sudden passes freely.

Swinging inward, when Wang Tiejun kept up, he ran back immediately. When he ran out of the paint, he found that Avery Johnson's ball could not be passed down. He ran back again, throwing off the defender again, and quickly cut to the basket.

And at this moment, the ball finally passed in.

Barkley quickly returned to the basket to defend, but it was too late.

"boom!"

David Robinson's dunk instantly extinguished the huge noise in the American West Arena.

He glanced indifferently at Wang Tiejun who had just rushed to his side, and quickly returned to defense without saying a word of trash.

"Brother, he is despising you." Barkley reminded him kindly while running to the frontcourt.

"I just smashed one on his head, you should be the one he despises." Old Wang replied.

"No, he was looking at you." Barkley quickly countered.

"Although he's looking at me, he's thinking about you." Old Wang said.

"People don't talk rubbish to you, why don't you talk about it yourself?" Kevin Johnson, who was advancing with the ball behind, scolded angrily.

A pair of suffering brothers and sisters looked at each other, and hurriedly went to the low positions on the left and right wings.

(End of this chapter)