NBA backer king

Chapter 427 The unavoidable story between two men

At 35:[-], at the American West Arena, President David Stern came to the scene holding the Podolov Cup in his hand, accompanied by the old Colangelo and several league executives.

At this time, in the player channel, the main players of the two teams are preparing to play.

"Sir, the momentum is very strong!"

Lao Wang tilted his head and looked at the postman and others, feeling different from the regular season.

At this time, the visiting team began to play, and several people ran out one after another.

Lightning came over at this time and said to Lao Wang: "Old K, this group of people has been suppressed by us for several years. The postman has suffered a lot from you several times. Now that his strength has improved, I am afraid that this time he will fight us desperately."

"Be careful, this is our home field, we must win it." Old Wang nodded.

"Lightning! Lightning..."

At this time, the home team came out, Lightning ran out first, and the audience immediately sent high cheers.

"The Sun King! The Sun King..."

With Wang Tiejun's appearance, the audience stood up, and the loudest shouts rang out.

"MVP! MVP! MVP..."

With Wang Tiejun's final appearance, the shouts of the American West Arena gradually gathered into a huge voice.

While waving to the fans, Lao Wang came to the front of David Stern. He was very excited, and the smile on his face never stopped.

"MVP! MVP..."

The shouts of the fans have never stopped, even getting louder and louder.

"Old K, congratulations, you are the best player this season, and I hope you can continue to perform like this in the Western Conference Finals."

David Stern handed the trophy to Old K first, this thing is quite heavy for him, about 15 pounds, and then he sent his congratulations.

"Thank you, Mr. Stern." Lao Wang took the trophy, thanked him, and raised the trophy towards the fans.

"boom!"

The atmosphere of the audience suddenly reached its peak.

"Crack clap..."

Surrounded by a large number of reporters and teammates, Pharaoh walked around the court, accepted congratulations from his friends, and took a photo together.

Lei Gong, Glider, and Dameng are all front row tickets provided by the Suns. Lao Hu and Wang Tieshan sit in the two front row seats of Lao Wang, and the second and third rows behind are more than a dozen brothers from the K martial arts gym.

Lao Wang ran here to stand with them, asked the reporter to take a picture, and then continued to circle around.

"Hey, Wei Nuona, long time no see."

"Old K, congratulations."

"Thank you!"

"Old K, I recently fell out of love."

"No, I don't want to be a backup."

"Not even a day?"

"Not even an hour."

"Are you dying?"

"I can do it, don't you know?"

"roll!"

When I came to a bunch of celebrities, I also stopped to take a picture, and chatted with familiar people.

"Brother Fei, look, that Bellucci has appeared again, he is so beautiful, I am worried for you, are you not worried?"

"It doesn't seem to be her."

"It seems to be the heroine of Scissorhands, old K hooked up with her again?"

"That's right, Brother Fei, don't be careless, quickly send us over to watch."

"Brother Fei, you missed Jingzhou carelessly!"

"Teacher Yu?"

"boss?"

In the big restaurant of Wang Tiejun's private training hall on Fengshen Street in the capital, a group of men and women from Nortel booed.

Yu Feihong was feeding rice oil to Dabao. The boy who was not yet eight months old stared at the bowl with his mouth open after eating a small bowl.

"Come on, don't talk about what you have and what you don't have." She said with some dissatisfaction.

"Brother Fei, let's not talk about the Western Conference finals, the finals?" Jiang Wu leaned forward, with a flattering expression on his face.

"You want to go that much? Don't you have a scene to shoot in a few days?" She said angrily.

"Push it, I pushed it." Jiang Wu said hastily.

"Old Jiang, you pushed the trick? Why didn't I know? If you don't film, when will you pay back the money you borrowed from me?" Huang Sanshi next to him said in surprise.

"Jiang Wu, you can really do it!"

Yu Feihong glared at Jiang Wu, he finally found you a crew, did you push?It would be good if your face is filmed, how dare you push the scene?
Jiang Wu laughed, he has such a personality, if he wants to go to the finals, what else is he going to do?Not the hero.

"Brother Fei, let's make some arrangements. My passport and tourist visa are all ready. If you don't make arrangements, I will go by myself." Jiang Wu said with a smile.

"Are you rich?" Yu Feihong asked curiously.

"No, aren't you going to borrow some dollars from you?" Jiang Wu said with a smile.

"Get out!" Yu Feihong said angrily.

Jiang Wu did the same thing, so he could only say: "Then you really don't want to arrange it, so I have to ask Jiang Wen to borrow it. He seems to have some dollars in his hand."

"Jiang Wen, then you can borrow some for me, we will go together and have a companion." Huang Sanshi said hastily.

"No problem. My brother has at least three or four thousand dollars on hand. Let's borrow some more. It should be no problem to make up enough money for two one-way tickets." Jiang Wu said.

"What can I eat and drink over there? How do I get to Phoenix?" Huang Sanshi asked.

"Begging for food, let's go! Everyone said that we are old K's brothers, and we came to the United States to cheer him up." Jiang Wu said after squinting at Yu Feihong.

"Puchi, haha..."

The group of people behind couldn't hold back anymore and laughed.

Yu Feihong looked at the two of them with a look of disgust, can he just die, why are you talking about these things by my side?
"Okay, okay, I can't bear it if your acting skills pass the test. Get your passports and visas in order first, and see if the Suns can make it to the finals." She said helplessly.

"Oh hoo!"

With a strange cry, Jiang Wu was so excited that he snatched Dabao over. He wanted to kiss his little face, but Dabao pushed him away in disgust.

"Brother Fei, do we all have a share?" A group of people rushed forward excitedly.

"No, the tickets for the finals are in high demand, so we can't get that many. Hey, let me tell you first, I'm only in charge of the home game, there's no way for the away game." Yu Feihong said.

"The home game is fine, the home game is fine," Jiang Wu and Huang Sanshi said hastily.

"Brother Fei, what about us?" The others shouted.

"Aren't I watching TV broadcasts the same way? How can I invite you to watch the game, eat and drink, and there is a swimming pool and gym in the back? I have wronged you, but I have to go to the United States to watch the scene?" Yu Feihong said.

"Old Jiang Lao Huang, you don't treat guests today, this matter is not over, so the two of you will go together."

"Yes."

The other group of people felt aggrieved and began to vent their anger on Jiang Wu and Huang Sanshi.

"Okay, no problem." Seeing that the situation was not going well, Huang Sanshi agreed to treat him.

"Old Huang, take the money." Jiang Wu was more straightforward, since he has no money anyway.

At 1 o'clock, at the American West Arena, the G[-] game of the Western Conference Finals officially began.

At this time, Jordan turned on the TV at home, as did Phil Jackson, and O'Neal, all tuned to the TNT channel.

"Snapped!"

Rasheed Wallace and Campbell jumped the ball, the Suns attacked, and the Jazz quickly retreated to the backcourt.

Pharaoh went down to the low position on the left wing first, and Campbell topped the defense.

There is a tonnage difference of five kilograms between the two, which is not a big difference for their heavy tonnage.

The others pulled away, and Rasheed Wallace pulled to the right bottom corner. The postman stood at the low position of the right wing, put a distance, stared at the bottom corner, and at the same time stared at the low position of the left wing, making full preparations for defense.

Kidd has the ball, and it's not Jazz point guard Stockton who guards him, but shooting guard Jeff Hornacek.

"Okay, now the Jazz are switching defenses. Stockton is as tall as Lightning, so he can't guard Kidd. The death ray is only two centimeters lower than Kidd. The defense is fierce and sharp, but the tonnage is almost the same."

In the TNT live broadcast, guest Barkley shouted excitedly.

"Whoosh!"

Make a pass to the right wing first, and then Kidd suddenly passes the ball to the low post on the left wing.

It was this feint that slowed the postman's defense by half a beat. When he reacted and rushed into the paint, Wang Tiejun had already received the ball, and then a fierce back arch hit Campbell's center of gravity.

The next moment, Wang Tiejun turned around and slipped down.

He saw the postman who was defending, but after taking a step forward, he still flew towards the basket without flinching.

But at this time, the postman who didn't have enough time could only get back to the position under the basket, and couldn't form an interception on the left side of the basket, let alone form a double-team with an auxiliary defense. It was only a supplementary defense.

He jumped up to block the block, and had to jump in the reasonable collision zone, and the two collided in the air instantly.

At this moment, countless people on the scene opened their mouths wide open, and several commentators on the commentary booth also stared at the basket, their attention was highly concentrated.

"boom!"

With the violent sound of frying baskets, the postman turned over in response, and the tonnage of 130 kilograms could not withstand the impact of Wang Tiejun.

With a tonnage of 135 kilograms, explosive power of level 86, and speed of level 79, the impact force formed in the case of jumping is definitely not weaker than O'Neill, and it is not something the postman can resist.

"ah!"

The American West Arena seemed to explode, and the audience roared with cheers, and countless fans stood up and waved their fists one after another.

The first ball was such a domineering leaping dunk, which instantly stimulated the adrenaline of all the home fans, and their emotions were flying rapidly, just like racing on a highway with no speed limit.

"Yeah..."

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, on Fengshen Street, in various places in Cangzhou, on the open-air basketball court of the May [-]th Brigade, countless people were also cheering.

"Ahhhhhhh... this is Old K! He is our Sun King, a super monster! He is irresistible! Sir, you will be torn to pieces by him, give up resisting, this is your only way out!" A live commentary seat rushed from his seat, grabbed the microphone and shouted excitedly.

"Old K kicked off the postman at the start. This is an omen. Tonight we will be tyrannical to the Jazz." Another on-site commentator yelled frantically.

"Oh, old K is still so rough with the postman, haha! Old K, can you be gentle with him?" Barkley shouted excitedly.

Bill Wharton quickly interjected: "Charles, can you tell me what happened in the bathroom between old K and the postman? You should know some inside information."

"Oh, that's a story that has to be told between two men. Let me tell you carefully."

Barkley laughed. He seemed to see that the ratings were soaring, and then he could sign a big contract with TNT by this time next year.

O'Neill's home, seeing the ball, his throat moved and he took a deep breath.

From this attack, he actually saw that Old K's explosive power has reached a level similar to his, which really made him feel unbelievable.

"You have to work hard, or you will be thrown further away by him." Clenching his fists, he murmured unwillingly.

In the American West Arena, Wang Tiejun got down from the basket, looked down at the postman under his feet, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

This is what he gave to the Jazz and sent to the postman. The people and teams who want to stop him from winning the championship this year must be mentally prepared to be crushed. No one can easily step on him and the Suns to reach the top.

He himself has also made sufficient psychological preparations to meet all challenges and difficulties, and will do everything to fight for the championship and honor.

Jazz attack.

Stockton advanced with the ball and Kidd defended.

"Pay attention to the pick-and-roll!" Assistant coach Lewis shouted from the sidelines.

The postman entered the low post and saw that it was Rasheed Wallace who was guarding him, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. At this time, he saw Stockton reached the top of the arc and ran up quickly.

"Be careful with high pick-and-rolls!" Lewis reminded again.

Rasheed Wallace followed to the high position. When the postman and Stockton were in the pick-and-roll, he first blocked Stockton who broke through the wall, and then stayed in the high position, allowing Kidd to chase Stockton.

"Didn't change defense." Su Qun shouted loudly.

Stockton circles to the right elbow and drives straight into the paint.

At this time, Campbell had already pulled out of the paint and stood one step in the left bottom corner. Lao Wang followed to the left line of the paint. Seeing Stockton enter the paint, he immediately chose to return to the basket .

As soon as Campbell saw it, he was immediately ready to catch the ball.

"boom!"

Stockton chose to pass the ball at this time, a ground pass, from the feet of Lao Wang, to Campbell who was open.

On the left wing, Horry has turned around to defend Campbell. The latter saw that Horry arrived, and quickly threw the ball up to the open small forward Russell.

When the ball passed here, the Suns couldn't make up the defense, because Kidd at the top of the arc had followed Stockton into the paint area and couldn't make up for it at all, and Rasheed Wallace, who stayed in the high position, didn't dare to post the postman, and his defense speed was not so fast, so Russell got a very big open space.

"brush!"

Russell was very decisive. Between the raising of the knife and the falling of his hand, there were splashes and he hit a three-pointer.

"Through a pick-and-roll and two passes, the Jazz easily tore through the Suns' defense and created a large open space. This is a very successful tactical coordination." Barkley said in an appreciative tone.

"Frequent pick-and-rolls, frequent running and passing, these are the characteristics of the Jazz." Bill Walton nodded.

Bass Felton said with a smile: "In the Jazz's starting lineup, Russell, Hornacek, and Stockton can all shoot three-pointers. Among them, Russell has the most three-pointers, averaging 3.3 shots per game this season, with a shooting percentage of 40.9%.

At this time, the Suns advanced to the frontcourt, and Kidd carried Hornacek close to the top of the arc.

Hornacek's height is not too disadvantageous, but the tonnage is somewhat disadvantaged, and he cannot stand up to him.

Lao Wang asked for the ball from below, and noticed that the postman on the weak side had rushed over. After getting the ball, he suddenly turned around, trying to get into the paint from above, avoid the postman's double-team, and go to the basket.

But at this moment, Campbell took a step up and blocked him with his shoulder. Then the postman took the opportunity to change direction and blocked him.

At this moment, Lightning suddenly started from the right wing, ran back and dropped Stockton, and immediately cut back to the basket.

"boom!"

Kidd, who had just received the ball, saw Lightning running back, he predicted Lightning's cut-in and open space in advance, and made a ground-hit pass, and passed the ball to the right waist of the paint area, where he predicted Lightning's cut-in line.

Sure enough, when the ball bounced, the Lightning cut right into that spot, and the next step was a small floater, which hit a ball. Neither Campbell nor the postman could get to the defensive position, missing a beat.

"I can also do this cut inside. Lightning is not as fast as me now, and my height is not as good as me. Why don't you let me, an orthodox shooting guard, go up?" Kobe thought on the bench.

Chapman next to him glanced at Kobe, shook his head and said, "A veteran like me has no chance. You, a rookie, still want to play in the Western Conference Finals?"

The assistant coach Nelson Jr. standing in front of him looked back at Chapman. This veteran's offense is still good, but his body is too fragile, and he only played in the playoffs last season with the Heat, averaging 30 points in 9 minutes per game. He is seriously lacking in playoff experience, so the coaching staff dare not give him much time. The team's sixth man is veteran Wilkins.

As for Kobe, his body has not yet been developed, his skills are not solid, and his shooting is unstable. How can he be allowed to play in such a crucial game?

(End of this chapter)