NBA Backer King

   Chapter 25 The loot was robbed

   "God, he actually knocked down the basket, it's incredible!"

   "How is that possible? No one has ever dunked a basket..."

   After the scene was quiet for a while, there were countless discussions.

   "click, click..."

   "No one has ever dunked the basket, the Chinese coolie is about to become famous, he became famous with one goal!"

   "The ancient beast Darryl Dawkins only smashed the backboard, but this guy actually dunked the basket. Why is his dunk so violent?"

  In the media booth behind the bottom line, all the reporters waved their shutters frantically to record this moment, and they were discussing enthusiastically while taking pictures.

   "Damn it, if it wasn't for Tim Pesci's help, he couldn't have knocked down our basket." Roma shouted loudly after recovering from the commentary.

"Yes, yes, it should be like this. His explosiveness is not enough. With personal strength, it is impossible to dunk the basket. It is just a coincidence that Tim Pesci's weight has helped him." Si quickly joined the road.

  Recovered, Wang Tiejun turned his head and asked Barkley, who was shocked: "Brother, I won't pay for this thing, will it?"

  Buckley laughed and said, "Brother, don't worry, you can continue doing this without worrying about losing a penny."

   "Old K, do you know what you did?"

   "Old K, you are unparalleled!"

   Several teammates of Dan Marley rushed over, shouting and shouting excitedly.

  Wang Tiejun laughed, he had self-awareness, he couldn't have dunked the basket just now if he didn't have a Tim Pesci on his body.

   "Thank you, brother."

   He patted Tim Pesci, who looked absent-minded next to him, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

   "Damn!"

  Tim Pesci smiled wryly, turned and walked to the bench.

   "Rookie, do you want to take it away?"

  Jeff Hornacek came over, stopped Wang Tiejun who was going off the court, pointed to the basket in his hand with a very ugly face and asked.

   "This is my booty." He quickly put the basket behind his ass.

   "Damn rookie!"

   Jeff Hornacek scolded secretly, thinking that if you take it away, our face will not be completely trampled by you.

   He looked at Kevin Johnson, hoping that his former backcourt partner could help him get the **** rim back.

  Kevin Johnson scratched his head a little. Although he had a good relationship with Senasek, he didn't want to affect his relationship with Old K.

   "Boy, this is the property of the arena, you can't take it away."

   "I can give you the money, buy it now, ten dollars."

   "Rookie, don't go too far! Is this about money?"

   "I can double, how about twenty dollars?"

   "Damn, I'll pay two hundred dollars, you put it down for me."

   "Damn rookie, don't give it back to us, it's not over for today."

  Other Philadelphia players also came over, not wanting to let Wang Tiejun take away the basket. In addition to anger, they were bargaining and arguing. Although they hadn't pushed and shoved, they pointed and poked, and the atmosphere became a little nervous.

   "Shhh!"

   "Damn Chinese, this is our basket, give it back to us!"

   "Perverted coolie, either stay at the rim or you stay in Philadelphia and play, either."

   Countless home fans also reacted at this time. Seeing that Wang Tiejun wanted to take away the basket, they booed and cursed.

   "Old K, give it back to them." Head coach Paul Westphal shouted from the sidelines with a bit of tears and laughter.

   "Old K, forget it." Barkley and Kevin Johnson also said quickly.

  Wang Tiejun had no choice but to hand over the basket behind his buttocks, and said a little unhappily: "This time it's an away game, next time I want to get it at home, should I be able to leave the spoils?"

   "Puff!"

  The Suns players burst into laughter in an instant.

  Buckley said with delight: "If it's really at home, then no one can stop you from taking it away, not even God."

   "Sheet, one time is not enough, do you want to do it again?"

  The Philadelphia players such as Jeff Hornacek looked at Wang Tiejun indignantly with dark faces, wishing to press him to the floor and beat him up.

   With this slam dunk, the strength of the Philadelphia Digital Team, which was originally inferior to the Suns, had no morale, and the game completely entered the rhythm of the Suns, showing a one-sided trend.

   No one in the digital team can compete with Wang Tiejun's back fight at a low position. Together with the super giant Starbucks, the two teamed up to blow up the digital team's inside line.

  Wang Tiejun played for 30 minutes, and the rest of the time was reserved for Oliver Miller. The Suns management still wanted to cultivate this first-round pick, which could be used as a substitute for Wang Tiejun.

  Colangelo and head coach Paul Westphal thought very clearly that with Wang Tiejun's back-fighting, the whole process of strong confrontation, the physical energy consumption is very large, and the playing time must be controlled well, which requires a substitute.

The two shared all the time at the 5th position. Mark West didn't get even a second. An injury made him fall from the main center to such a situation. At the end of the game, the old face was completely black. , and no one said hello, and went back to the locker room angrily.

  Barkley scored 36 points and 16 rebounds in 38 minutes, winning the game.

Comrade Lao Wang made 8 of 9 shots. Philadelphia's interior was weak and lacked confrontation. His offense was all dunks after hitting the basket, but he made one dunk, plus 2 of 5 free throws, and scored 18 points, 9 rebounds and 3 rebounds. The data of assists, 2 blocks, 3 turnovers and 4 fouls, including an offensive foul personal turnover.

   In addition to mistakes and fouls, he has 14 possessions, ranking second in the team, second only to Barkley. This is only the third game, which is very good. It can be seen that the team really wants to train him.

   Back in the locker room, Paul Westphal summed up the game and called Wang Tiejun aside to sum up his personal performance.

   "Old K, you did well tonight."

  Paul Westphal first praised, but when Comrade Pharaoh was beaming with joy, he got a splash of cold water:

   "However, you have too many turnovers and fouls, which wastes a lot of our ball possession. At the same time, if you continue to maintain such a high number of fouls, it will eventually affect your playing time, which is very important."

  Wang Tiejun nodded embarrassedly, and quickly assured: "Coach, don't worry, I will pay attention."

  Paul Westphal said solemnly: "Also, the reason you got so many chances at the basket tonight is because Philadelphia's interior is too soft.

   Your finishing method is too monotonous. As long as you encounter a meat shield-type insider with strong confrontation ability, the number of shots you make at the basket will be greatly reduced, so you must strengthen the training of finishing techniques. "

   "I see, coach.

"Also, there's a lot of room for improvement in your rebounding. Look at Barkley, he's twenty centimeters shorter than you, and maybe thirty centimeters with his wingspan, but he rebounds a lot more than you. You can Ask him about rebounding and he'll love to teach you."

   "I will, coach."

   "In terms of defense, you are strong enough to not be afraid of confrontation, but you are too inexperienced and easy to be shaken. If you encounter a big dream, you will be easily shaken by him..."

  Paul Westphal analyzed Wang Tiejun for more than ten minutes, and did not stop until the time for the post-match press conference was approaching.

  Tonight's data is good. Comrade Pharaoh was still a little proud. After this analysis, he was sobered up.

   "Overall, your performance is still good. Now go take a shower, it's almost time for the dressing room interview." Paul Westphal smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

   (end of this chapter)