NBA Backer King

   Chapter 47 Riding Buckle

  The game resumes, the Suns attack.

   "I'm about to get the ball, you idiot still won't score a point, **** escape, let me give you a big hat." Mo Ning scolded Wang Tiejun in his ear.

   No need to ask for the ball at all, Kevin Johnson threw it.

   The win or loss of today's game is not important at all, and it is not important in itself. One East and one West, the record does not affect each other, and the playoffs will not meet. The possibility of the two teams meeting in the finals is equal to zero, not slightly equal to zero.

   Therefore, the most important thing is to teach the opponent a lesson.

   "Hit him, old K!"

After    passed the ball, Kevin Johnson, who was not afraid of big things, also roared.

   "Soft egg, let the uncle loosen your muscles and bones for you today, and let you feel comfortable."

   With the ball in hand, Pharaoh is not in a hurry to attack first, food and grass go first, no, it is trash talk first.

  Morning was furious, I am synonymous with toughness, yet you call me soft again? This is a great shame!

   "Hold on, Alonzo, show your tough defense!" From the media booth two meters away, a black reporter with curly hair who liked Mourning shouted sharply.

   "Boom!"

   At this moment, Pharaoh arrived fiercely for the first time, hitting Mo Ning's chest, high-pressure gas gushing out from his throat, making a short shriek, and his entire face immediately turned blood red.

  Fortunately, he stood still, his strength and quality were indeed very good, the tonnage was ten kilograms smaller, and he still managed to withstand this fight.

   "Boom!"

   However, the second hit came one after the other.

   "Cough cough..."

   He happened to be in the back of his breath. With this fierce collision, he immediately broke his breath and coughed violently. Of course, he couldn't talk about defense.

   Wang Tiejun, who had already turned around, rushed past Mourning, held the ball and smashed the basket with one arm.

"damn it!"

   On the media table, the little curly reporter who liked Mourning was stunned, but there was nothing he could do.

"boom!"

   With the loud explosion of baskets, the entire American West Arena suddenly boiled.

"Oh, God!"

  Little Curly Muttered in anger and pain.

   "Oh hoo hoo, the heavy bombardment from the behemoth old K, the No. 2 star of the Hornets, Alonzo Mourning, he is only worthy of our behemoth's crotch, struggling like a bitch..."

   The excited roars of the live commentators rolled over the American West Arena.

   "Damn it, Mourning, show your strength and teach that Chinese a lesson!"

   "Morning, don't hide your strength, use your ability to blow him up, you can do it."

  TNT's two commentators were in a hurry and began to cheer.

   "Soft egg, aren't you going to cap me? What qualifications do you have to wear the No. 33 jersey? Take it off and go to another size."

After    succeeded, the excited Old Wang roared at Mo Ning.

   "Go away, **** jailbreaker!"

  Morning shoved Wang Tiejun away.

   "Scolding me again? Damn it, I'm going to confiscate your basket today." Wang Tiejun roared.

"you dare?"

  Morning's eyes started to fire, if the basket was taken away, would he still have his face? He's a good basketball guard.

   "Soft egg, I'll make you feel good at your grandma's house. I'm going to bump into you and vomit blood today, more than when your aunt came here. Let your mother prepare you a bowl of brown sugar water."

  Pharaoh is roaring like a giant beast.

   came to the backcourt, he squeezed towards the basket and shouted towards the top of the arc: "Give me the ball, I'm going to hit another softball."

"Ha ha…"

  The audience was silent, then burst into laughter.

   "He's an idiot!"

   The little curly reporter found an opportunity to vent and roared on the media table.

   Beside him, most of the reporters nodded in agreement, but a small number of reporters gave him an annoyed look.

   "He's a Chinese idiot!"

   "Yeah, does he think he's from the Hornets?"

At the   TNT commentary stand, the two commentators finally seized the opportunity to mock Wang Tiejun.

   "Grass, wrong wrong!"

  Pharaoh finally came to his senses and hurriedly ran towards Mourning.

  Morning looked at Pharaoh who came running with a look of contempt, and scolded secretly, just such an idiot, who is qualified to be my opponent?

   This time, Boggs stopped passing the ball to Mourning, because Larry Johnson was asking for the ball, and he passed to the low post on the left wing.

   This time, the rollover jumper was missed, and Pharaoh and Mourning were fighting for rebounds under the basket.

  Morning's rebounding ability can only be said to be okay, and there is a big gap between the three super centers and O'Neal, and even worse than Ewing, the worst rebounder.

  Although Pharaoh's current rebounding skills are also average, he still protects the backcourt rebounds by virtue of the height advantage of the basket and a favorable defensive position.

   Entering the frontcourt, he squeezed directly to the basket.

  Kevin Johnson also gestured to pull away, Barkley also left the paint area, took Larry Johnson, and left the basket to Pharaoh and Mourning one-on-one.

  Morning was dead, the blood vessels in his neck swelled like a small snake, his face was blood red, and the strength to suckle was used up.

   "Morning, hold on!"

  Little Curly Hair worked hard to cheer for Mourning on the media booth two meters away.

   But the disadvantage of weight is too big, ten kilograms is not a small amount, Mourning's physique is completely small in front of Lao Wang, and he can't stand the horizontal push of Lao Wang.

   When it was close to two seconds, Wang Tiejun squeezed and leaned, took a big step into the paint area, and squeezed to a position one step away from the basket, a distance of one meter five, which was already within his range, no, it was the range of dunking,

   "Old K, **** him!"

   At this time, Kevin Johnson shouted and hoisted the ball in.

  Wang Tiejun blocked Mourning behind him with his left hand, caught the ball with his right hand, and with a bang, leaning over to dribble the ball, a ferocious hit broke out.

  Morning groaned and his feet loosened.

"boom!"

   In the next instant, Wang Tiejun turned around and violently smashed with both hands. A savage double-handed dunk smashed the Hornets' basket.

  Morning lost his center of gravity after being hit, and could no longer make defensive moves, so he could only watch himself being blocked.

With a    bang, the ball went through the hoop and hit his head.

It wasn't over yet. When Wang Tiejun smashed the basket, he pulled his arm and raised his leg. His crotch slammed into Mo Ning's face, and his legs were directly on the latter's shoulders. The latter groaned and responded And fell, slipped three feet.

"Oh yeah!"

  The Westside Arena exclaimed at first, and then quickly turned into a boiling ocean.

"Oh, God!"

  After the bottom line, the little curly hair was full of disbelief, and even forgot to press the shutter on the camera in his hand.

   "Oh yeah, old K finished a ride, and he dunked Mourning." The on-site commentator roared frantically.

   "Too bad! It's too bad..."

   "How can you humiliate Mourning like this, this is so unsportsmanlike..."

  In the TNT commentary booth, the two commentators looked at each other and murmured.

   "Old K, you did a great job!"

   Barkley rushed up and shouted in excitement.

   "Just do it, old K, I'll give you the ball again, keep hitting him." Kevin Johnson also rushed over and roared.

   "Old K, you and him were in the same year of the show. Both are centers. The jersey numbers are still the same. If you don't beat him, how can you be in the top position? Beat him up, and you'll do that big shark next time."

  Dan Marley rushed up and shouted.

"Ha ha…"

   Comrade Pharaoh was overexcited, laughed loudly, and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I didn't break the backboard this time. I will try to pull the basket out next time."

   "Haha..." The Sun players laughed after hearing this.

   "Bastard!"

A group of Suns players were standing next to Mo Ning and yelling. Mo Ning was so angry that he was about to have a stroke. In addition, he had just been buckled, and now his head was throbbing with blue veins, and his face was almost dripping with blood. It was almost bleeding from pinching it. If the nails weren't too short, they would definitely be slaughtered into the flesh.

   (end of this chapter)