NBA backer king

Chapter 648 101 Points in a Single Game + Over [-] Million Viewership Ratings

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 dunk opponents. Old K's physical strength 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, and old K was the same tonight." Kenny Smith said.

"boom!"

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

"Shh!"

The boos from the fans came right away.

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

"To old K!" Barkley shouted.

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

When he rushed to the top of the arc, Thomas' ball came, catching the ball with one hand, while rushing forward, smashing the ball to the floor, the next moment, he rushed into the paint area, took another step after receiving the ball, and then flew up.

Taylor, the Knicks' substitute insider, 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.

"Clap clap clap..."

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

"96 points! 121:96, the Suns have already led by 25 points." Kenny Smith shouted 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 era of the Joe Shark combination also paid attention to defense. Now that he has only been in office for half a month, the Knicks can't see defense."

"8500?"

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 exclaimed.

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, 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.

"Take him!"

D'Antoni finally couldn't bear it anymore 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 rushed 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.

"Di!"

The whistle sounded.

"boom!"

The moment he was hit, Pharaoh threw the ball vigorously 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's voice became so excited.

"Thank you, Sean!"

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

Marion smiled wryly.

"Jim, tell me quickly, how much is it?" Barkley asked the director tremblingly at this time.

"9500 million, just exceeded 9500 million." Director Jim's voice was also trembling.

"9500 million? God! Tonight's game is a Super Bowl. I believe it will exceed [-] million." Barkley murmured.

"9500?"

At this moment, Stern couldn't sit still at all, 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 [-] million, and it often exceeds [-] million. He never thought that the NBA would also have a chance to exceed [-] million.

At this moment, he decided that no matter how long old K's peak was left, even if it ended tomorrow, he would hold old K on the altar.

"9500?"

Jordan's face was full of unconcealable shock. He couldn't believe that NBA games could have such high ratings.

At Madison Square Garden, after wiping his sweat twice, Pharaoh took the ball thrown by the referee, dribbled it 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 [-] 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 the live TV broadcast, countless people around the world can witness the process with their own eyes. It is not an exaggeration to say that its influence is tens of thousands of times, or even a hundred thousand times.

"980 million, 980 million, 90...God, our ratings are going to exceed [-] 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.

"[-] million? Old K is really going to become a god! A 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 around and said to his wife, "Vanessa, it's a good thing 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."

"Pfft!"

Vanessa laughed, but asked a question: "Kobe, you were born in the Suns, and after you retire, are you going 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, the stars also stood up.

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

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

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

"That's right, Dabao, you want to treat me." Others booed one after another.

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?"

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

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

Madison Square Garden, Wang came to the free throw line, paused, and turned right suddenly after Taylor came on top.

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

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

"Snapped!"

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

"boom!"

The next moment, the Knicks' basket was blown.

"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.

"Ow!"

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 number of the special assistant, 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 only want to see the promotional content of Old K.

In addition, contact the major media immediately, we must seize this opportunity, do a wave of publicity, and don't 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 god of basketball." Stern said suddenly and seriously.

"What?" Tom Philip over there was stunned.

"Go ahead."

Stern hung up the phone without any explanation.

In the CCTV commentary booth, Su Qun said excitedly: "In 46 minutes, he made 42 of 38 shots, a horrific 90.4% shooting rate, 25 of 25 free throws, 101 points, 15 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 steal, 8 blocks, 2 turnovers and 4 fouls. Old K played the most terrifying game in basketball history. I bet that 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 booth, 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, this game of yours also broke all single-game ratings records in the NBA, with 1.09 million viewers in the United States. "

"Congratulations to Old K! Congratulations to the Knicks, for becoming the only team in history whose opponents scored [-] points twice." Kenny Smith said loudly.

"Haha..." Barkley laughed out loud.

At the scene, Pharaoh was replaced and was cheered by the Knicks fans alone.

"Your Majesty the Sun King!"

All the substitute players of the Suns, when he was off the court, raised their hands in the high voices and made gestures of worship.

"Ha ha……"

Old Wang laughed heartily.

Time was running out, and the two sides had 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 [-] million!" The reporter said excitedly.

"What, the ratings exceeded [-] million?"

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

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

"Tonight's advertisers made a lot of money!" Old Wang blurted out.

"Haha..." The people around him laughed out loud.

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, it would be perfect if it were in the American West Arena!

After the interview, Lao Wang 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 continued to shake the bottle, and the champagne sprayed out.

"Haha, is there any more?"

Lao Wang waited for a group of people to rush 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. He was about to check the text messages when the mobile phone rang again. It was the phone number at home.

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

An 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, what chance do you have 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. We can also score 120 points in a game, or even more. It is not impossible to beat the Suns."

"Mr. D'Antoni, the 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 went all out to attack. Do you think he intends to break Chamberlain's [-]% record on the Knicks? Do you think he is suspected of brushing data?" The next Washington Post reporter asked.

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 anything, because he thought of Old K's shooting rate tonight, 42 of 38 shots. This efficiency can only show one point, not that Old K is collecting statistics, but that his team's defense is rotten.

But he knew it was wrong. It wasn't that the Knicks' defense was really that bad, but that old K really played an unprecedented explosive state tonight, like a giant beast invaded the sheepfold, and he was really unstoppable at the basket.

(End of this chapter)