NBA backer king

Chapter 10 The Button Gorilla

In the evening on the 26th, the Suns team's bus slowly drove into the American West Arena.

For Wang Tiejun's jersey number, he chose No. 33, which no one uses.

At [-]:[-], coming off the bench, Wang Tiejun followed his teammates to the player tunnel, and immediately felt a loud buzzing noise pressing on his face, an invisible pressure, pressing on his heart from the outside to the inside.

Almost instantly, the adrenaline in his body began to explode, and the pressure brought him excitement instead of nervousness.

But the Suns fans were very indifferent to him, and some racial discriminators even made humiliating gestures to him.

"Old K, don't pay attention to that rubbish." Danny Angie shouted loudly.

"I know." He nodded loudly.

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

At around 09:30, halfway through the last quarter, 77:92, the Suns trailed by 15 points and called a timeout.

The Suns actually performed better than the Knicks in other positions. The reason for falling behind is that the gap at the fifth position is too large.

Ewing played 25 minutes in the first three quarters and scored 26 points and 10 rebounds. His performance was very good.

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

Head coach Paul Westphal switched players at the fifth position, and the three poor substitutes played inside for a period of time, but they were all very unsatisfactory. Simply put, they were overwhelmed by Ewing at both ends of the offense.

As for Wang Tiejun, he hasn't gotten a chance to play yet.

"Rookie, he definitely has no chance to play."

On the bench, after giving Wang Tiejun a cold look, Mark West said to Oliver Miller next to him.

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

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

"Old K."

During the timeout, Westphal hooked his fingers towards Wang Tiejun, signaling him to get up.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Tiejun screamed excitedly and jumped up from his seat.

As long as there is a chance, I just rot if I give it a little sunshine, oh no, I am an inspirational man who shines when given a little sunshine.

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

The face of Oliver Miller next to him became even darker. His performance was mediocre. What if this Chinese guy played well and took his time?
"Defensively, use your strength to push Ewing out of the paint and keep him away from the basket. Offensively, you're going to grab the offensive rebound, play the second shot, and pass it out when you don't get a good chance."

Westphal exhorted.

"I understand, leave it to me, coach, I will not let you down." Wang Tiejun promised, patted his chest.

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

The timeout ended, and when Wang Tiejun entered the field, the on-site commentator immediately yelled angrily.

The Suns home fans were indifferent, without any applause.

The game started, the Suns were attacking, and he entered the penalty area and went to the basket.

Ewing immediately greeted him, trying to prevent him from approaching the basket.

As soon as the two came into contact, Ewing was pushed back a little, and the contest of strength was instantly decided. He should be weaker.

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

Although I saw the Chinese knock down West twice with my own eyes, but I didn't personally match up, so I didn't experience it personally.

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

Wang Tiejun didn't move when he saw the top, he immediately launched with all his strength, he paused, his waist and hips twisted, the six forces combined into one, and he hit instantly.

"Oh!"

Huge force hit his chest, Ewing let out a muffled snort, his lower body fell apart, and his center of gravity was immediately lost.

The referee stared at Wang Tiejun, with the whistle in his mouth ready to blow at any moment.

However, he clearly saw that this yellow man, who appeared in the league for the first time, did not lower his shoulders or raise his elbows. This was not a physical foul, but a normal physical contact.

If there is a little bit, as long as there is a little extra movement, he will definitely call a physical foul, and Ewing is absolutely qualified to enjoy the star whistle.

"Oh!"

The second hit followed, Ewing completely lost his center of gravity, staggered back, and completely lost his defensive position.

"Oh!"

The audience exclaimed.

"how is this possible?"

The live commentator's eyeballs fell directly to the ground.

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

But Ewing came up again and implemented a defense around the front. How could point guard Kevin Johnson pass the ball to him?
The ball went to Barkley, who hit a midrange shot over Oakley's head.

Knicks attack.

Ewing enters the low position 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 close to the low line.

As a low-post killer, his turn and shot movements are not as fast as Dameng, and he doesn't have so many fancy moves. For example, his feint technique is average, but he can turn around with both left and right shoulders. Whether the defender is defending his left shoulder or right shoulder, he can quickly complete the turn in the opposite direction, or make a jump shot, or go in for a layup dunk, and the offense is difficult to be interfered with.

"Patrick, blast the Chinese coolies behind you."

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

"Ha ha!"

The sullen Ewing didn't respond, but Charles Oakley, one of the four villains sitting under the basket, laughed out loud instead.

When Ewing received the ball, Wang Tiejun immediately pressed his chest against the back. The former tried to dribble the ball for a while, but he didn't move, and then stopped.

Suddenly, his right shoulder pushed back, and he slid down to the bottom.

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

"boom!"

After stepping into the paint area, Ewing exploded with a one-handed dunk that silenced the American West Arena.

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

The on-site commentator joked.

"Because there is really no one available on the team, can't you see it?" Several assistant coaches of the Suns couldn't help but stunned.

"Old K, your defense must 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 didn't go to the basket this time, but set up a low position on the left wing.

On the right wing, Barkley got the ball again. Seeing that Ewing was not under the basket, he turned around and rushed into Oakley, holding the ball and killing it.

"Snapped!"

But Ewing turned back to the basket in time and slapped Barkley's dunk.

"..."

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

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

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

He pinched the ball in his right hand and it was about to burst. After a step, he flew up to the basket one step away like a giant beast.

Ewing reacted very quickly, turned around and took off, and pressed over with one hand.

"Snapped!"

The block was very accurate and pressed on the ball.

"what?"

However, at this moment, Youyin was only shocked, the ball did not drop, and a huge force pushed his hand away.

"It's over!"

At this moment, he knew what was waiting for him.

"boom!"

The extremely violent sound of exploding baskets sounded in the American West Arena, and the huge basket was directly lowered by Comrade Wang by a foot.

"Oh!"

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

"Oh!"

Seeing that super center Ewing was dunked by Wang Tiejun and turned over, all the Suns fans in the audience exclaimed.

"yeah!"

Then, there was a huge cheer.

"Crack clap..."

And behind the bottom line, the reporters in the media seats frantically pressed the shutter to record this scene.

(End of this chapter)