NBA Backer King

  Chapter 10 The Button Gorilla

  In the evening of the 26th, the bus of the Suns slowly drove into the American West Arena.

  Wang Tiejun's jersey number chose the number 33 that no one used. This is a fairy number, and it is auspicious.

   At 7:40, he came off the bench, Wang Tiejun followed his teammates to the player tunnel, and immediately felt the huge buzzing noise coming on his face, an invisible pressure, from the outside to the inside, pressing on his heart.

   Almost instantly, the adrenaline in his body began to surge, and the pressure brought him excitement, not tension.

   But the fans of the Suns were very indifferent to him, and some racists even made humiliating gestures at him.

   "Old K, ignore the rubbish." Danny Angie shouted loudly.

   "I know." He nodded loudly.

   During this time, the title of "Lao Wang" gradually evolved into "Old K", which is the abbreviation of Lao Wang.

   Around 9:30, halfway through the final quarter, at 77:92, the Suns trailed by 15 points and called a timeout.

   The Suns actually outperformed the Knicks in other positions, and the reason behind was that the gap at the 5 was too big.

  Ewing played 25 minutes in the first three quarters and scored 26 points and 10 rebounds. He performed very well.

  Especially in rebounding, his rebounding ability is the worst among the three super centers, but he has grabbed 10 today.

Head coach Paul Westphal switched positions at the 5th position. The three poor substitutes played for a while, but they were all very unsatisfactory. Simply put, they were blown up by Ewing at both ends of the attack. It exploded into slag. If it wasn't for Barkley's 20+10 data in three quarters, the score difference would be estimated to be 20 points in the morning.

   And Wang Tiejun hasn't got the chance to play yet.

   "Rookie, he definitely won't have a chance to play."

   On the bench, he gave Wang Tiejun a cold look, and Mark West said to Oliver Miller next to him.

   Miller glanced at Wang Tiejun and nodded, but did not speak.

   He is very clear about his identity. West is still a bit old, but he doesn't. He can't talk nonsense in the team.

   "Old K."

When    paused, Westphal hooked his fingers at Wang Tiejun, signaling him to get up.

"Ha ha!"

  Wang Tiejun screamed in excitement and jumped up from his seat.

   If you have the chance, I will rot if you give me some sunshine. Oh no, I am an inspirational man who will be brilliant if you give me some sunshine.

   "Damn, what do you think about letting him play?" Mark West, who was beaten in the face, muttered angrily.

The face of Oliver Miller next to    is even darker. His performance is average. What if this Chinese guy plays well and steals his time?

   "Defensively, use your strength to push Ewing out of the paint and keep him away from the rim. Offensively, you're ready to grab offensive rebounds, play second offense, and pass the chance if you're not."

   Westphal exhorted.

   "I understand, leave it to me, coach, I won't let you down." Wang Tiejun patted his chest and assured.

   "Okay, our team's Chinese coolies are on the field."

   The time-out was over, and when Wang Tiejun came on stage, the on-site commentator immediately shouted yin and yang strangely.

  The home fans of the Suns were indifferent, without any applause.

  The game started, the Suns attacked, he entered the restricted area and went to the basket.

  Ewing immediately greeted him and tried to stop him from getting to the basket.

   As soon as the two made contact, Ewing was pushed back a little, and the battle of strength was instantly decided, so he should be weaker.

   "The power is really that strong?" He was surprised.

  Although I saw with my own eyes that the Chinese knocked over West twice, but I didn’t have a personal experience.

   However, his lower plate was very strong, and he immediately pressed his knee against Wang Tiejun's knee bend, and at the same time, his left elbow pressed against his lower back from time to time, and he immediately stabilized.

  Wang Tiejun didn't move when he reached the top, and immediately launched with all his strength, his feet froze, his waist and hips twisted, the six forces were combined, and he hit him in an instant.

   "Boom!"

  The huge force hit his chest, Ewing groaned, and the bottom plate was scattered, and his center of gravity was immediately lost.

   The referee stared at Wang Tiejun, the whistle in his mouth would blow at any time.

   However, he clearly saw that this yellow man who appeared in the league for the first time did not squat his shoulders and raise his elbows. This was not a violation of the body, but a normal physical contact.

  If there is a point, as long as there is a little extra action, he will definitely blow a physical foul, Ewing is absolutely qualified to enjoy the star whistle.

   "Boom!"

   For the second time, Ewing's center of gravity was completely lost, he staggered back, and his defensive position was completely lost.

"Oh!"

   The audience exclaimed.

"how is this possible?"

   The eyeball of the live commentator fell directly to the ground.

  Wang Tiejun reached the basket and asked for the ball from the top of the arc.

   But Ewing came up again and implemented a round-forward defense. How could point guard Kevin Johnson pass the ball to him?

  The ball went to Barkley, who hit a mid-range shot over Oakley's head.

   Knicks offense.

  Ewing entered the low post on the left wing. What he is best at in the low post is the left side of the basket, the waist position or the position near the low line.

As a low-position killer, his turns and shots are not as fast as Da Meng's, and he doesn't have so many fancy moves. For example, his feint technique is average, but his left and right shoulders can turn around, no matter if the defender is defending him. Left shoulder or right shoulder, he can quickly complete the turn in the opposite direction, or make a jumper, or make a layup and dunk, and the offense is difficult to be disturbed.

   "Patrick, blow up the Chinese coolies behind you."

   The Knicks' main point guard, Doc Rifles, passed the ball to Ewing and yelled at the same time.

"Ha ha!"

  The dull Ewing didn't react, but Charles Oakley, one of the four villains in the basket, laughed instead.

  Ewing received the ball, Wang Tiejun immediately pressed his chest against the back, the former tried to dribble and arched the ball, but he stopped arching without pushing back.

  Suddenly, his right shoulder was thrown back, and he slipped down.

  Wang Tiejun's turning speed couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all, and he was passed cleanly.

"boom!"

   took a step into the paint and burst into flames. Ewing used an explosive one-handed dunk to quiet the Westside Arena.

   "Look, Mr. Colangelo, I really don't understand why you signed this Chinese coolie, he's like a stake."

   The live commentator joked.

   "Because the team is really unavailable, can't you see it?" Several assistant coaches of the Suns couldn't help but vomit.

   "Old K, your defense should be more aggressive and active, don't stand there like a fool." Barkley roared.

"clear."

  Wang Tiejun nodded, indicating that he understood.

   Returning to the frontcourt, he did not go to the basket this time, but dropped down on the left wing.

   On the right wing, Barkley got the ball again. When he saw that Ewing was not in the basket, he turned around and shot Oakley, and shot in with the ball.

"Snapped!"

   But Ewing turned back in time to defend the basket and slammed the ball for Barkley's dunk.

  “…”

   The Sun fans at the scene were about to cheer, but they were choked back by the big hat.

  The ball hit the board and rebounded. Wang Tiejun was on the left front of the basket and was caught by his probing hand.

   There is Ewing at the basket, but at this moment, in his eyes, there is only the basket.

   He squeezed the ball in his right hand, and it almost burst. After a step, like a giant beast, it flew towards the basket a step away.

  Ewing responded very quickly, turned around and took off, and pressed it with one hand.

"Snapped!"

   The cap was very accurate and pressed on the ball.

"what?"

   However, Youyou was only shocked at the moment, the ball didn't fall, and a huge force pushed his hand away.

   "It's over!"

   At this moment, he knew what awaited him.

"boom!"

   The extremely violent sound of blasting baskets sounded in the Westside Arena, and the huge basket was directly dropped by Comrade Pharaoh by a foot.

   "Boom!"

  Under the collision of Wang Tiejun, Ewing fell directly to the basket.

"Oh!"

   Seeing that super center Ewing was actually detained by Wang Tiejun and overturned, the Suns fans in the audience exclaimed.

"yeah!"

   Then, there was a huge cheer.

   "click, click..."

   Behind the bottom line, the reporters in the media booth were frantically pressing the shutter to record this scene.

   (end of this chapter)