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Chapter 282 Breaking the Postman's Three Ribs + Sweeping the Jazz
Jeff Hornacek received the ball, singled Drexler, made a false shot, and then pulled up a jumper and hit a long two-pointer.

11:6, the Suns attack.

"Look at how the Jazz defend. Oh, there is no contraction, the Jazz gave up double-teaming." Zhang Lili shouted.

The left wing is low, and the ball is passed to Wang Tiejun through the hands of the glider.

He also observed that Chambers on the weak side didn't come over, but just approached the paint area. As long as he passed the ball to Green, he could return to the defense at any time.

In this case, he will not pass the ball to Green.

Green is not a great shooter, and his hit rate will not be too high when Chambers returns to defense.

And he won't shoot two-pointers, because the postman's defense is still very strong, and his shooting percentage here will not be very high. Once he misses the shot, the Jazz are both inside, and there is no way to grab offensive rebounds, so at this time they can only choose to attack.

Either use his strong attack to score directly, or continue to compress the opponent's defense through his strong attack, forcing the opponent to further double-team him, and then split the ball.

"boom!"

Between dribbles, he began to forcefully rely on hitting the postman.

"Oh!"

The first hit is a tentative action, neither light nor heavy, it can form a certain impact on the postman's center of gravity, and can force the postman to defend with all his strength, so as not to be suddenly evacuated by him during the second hit.

However, the postman's experience is too rich, and the experience of being knocked over by him is also very rich. When the center of gravity was hit, he knew that Lao Wang's second attack would follow, so he simply retreated half a step back, stabilized his footing, and defended again.

This step-by-step defensive strategy really made Pharaoh's second attack end without a problem.

"This is forcing me to make a move."

The postman voluntarily retreated to distance himself from him, so he had no other choice. Under the bear step, the signature skill hook shot immediately.

"Hook? Hit!"

Zhang Lili said happily: "Tie Jun hit it with his first shot. This is a close-range open hook, and the postman retreated before he had time to defend against it."

Su Qun laughed and said, "Old K's hook has a very smooth rhythm, from the postman's sudden retreat to the moment when he gets up and strikes, it's done in one go."

Zhang Lili smiled and said: "Yes, his hook is the best, but his throw is a bit worse, and his technical movements are not as coherent as the hook."

13:6, Jazz attack.

In the last attack, Hornacek made a two-pointer. Today, he has made two of three shots. He feels that he feels good. This time he wants the ball again.

"boom!"

Unfortunately, the ball missed and was almost capped by Drexler.

Wang Tiejun protected the backcourt rebound and the Suns attacked.

Rowling analyzed: "The Suns succeeded six times out of seven offenses, including two dunks and four jump shots. The success rate is very high, far surpassing the Jazz. This is also the reason why the Jazz are behind. Both offense and defense are unfavorable."

Oldman said: "The main thing is that the old K is too attractive to double-team. On the other hand, the Jazz, the Suns never double-team, all of them are single defense. They can't create open space by attracting double-teams except for the pick-and-roll tactics. Today, the old K broke the pick-and-roll.

At this time, Wang Tiejun came to the low position on the left wing, and the postman defended. After he received the ball, the Jazz still defended as before.

But this time, after he started beating, the postman didn't dare to take the initiative to retreat.

"Oh!"

Under the second hit, the postman was knocked back a foot, Wang Tiejun also stepped into the paint, and the three-second attack began to count.

Without turning around and slipping to the bottom, he continued to attack the postman, using the most tyrannical style of play, and continued to hit the pillar of the Jazz until he was destroyed.

"Oh!"

Under the third slap, the postman, who was not strong enough in the lower body, couldn't hold it anymore, and took two steps back. The next moment, he saw Old K whizzing past him.

Chambers, who returned to defend the basket, saw Wang Tiejun flying up, and couldn't think of stopping him at all, so he dodged down to get out of the basket.

"boom!"

The next moment, the basket above his head exploded.

In the 11th minute of the first quarter, Wang Tiejun was still on the court, and the score at this time was 30:18, and the Suns had already led by 12 points.

He stormed a total of four balls and scored three times. Once he really couldn't make it, and missed a nearly two-point hook shot.

After more than ten times of fierce beatings, the postman's teeth were cracked, and he himself was so tired that he was out of breath.

"Old K?"

From the sidelines, Westphal yelled.

Lao Wang took a look, shook his head, and refused to end.

The Jazz will be completely eliminated today. If the postman can't go down, how can he go down?

The Jazz then hit a ball, and it was the Suns' turn to attack again.

"Hohohoho..."

The left wing was low, and the postman came up again, panting.

"Postman, you are the first person who can really have a strong confrontation with me for a long time, not bad!" The ball was passed, and Lao Wang said in a complimenting tone while observing.

"Humph!"

The postman snorted coldly.

But the strange thing is that a sense of pride rose in his heart, and after he realized it, he felt very ashamed.

"It's coming again, this is an absolute head-to-head!" In the ESPN commentary booth, Oldman roared excitedly.

On the court, the left elbow used to block the position suddenly pushed outwards. After feeling the postman's resistance strengthened, he suddenly let go. The next moment, Wang Tiejun's relying on the attack began.

"not good!"

The instant his strength reached his level, the postman knew he had been fooled.

In the first four attacks, Old K's first hits were neither light nor heavy, which paralyzed him, but this time, he did not rely on light and heavy hits, but with all his strength.

"Oh!"

A heavy crash sounded.

Under the fierce hitting force, as the upper body swayed backwards, the postman's feet couldn't help being lightened. As soon as he stepped on, his front feet took a step back, and his back feet also retreated a little.

In the next moment, the bear stance started, and Wang Tiejun's second attack followed one after another. His left shoulder and back hit the postman's left chest with extreme ferocity.

"Oh!"

Amidst the extremely heavy impact, the postman let out a cry of pain, his upper body leaned back sharply, and with a bang, his back hit the floor, causing the floor to jump.

"Oh!"

There was a sudden exclamation from the audience.

"boom!"

At this time, Wang Tiejun had already held the ball and dunked with one hand, turning the Delta Center Arena into a dead silence.

"yeah!"

The Suns players on the court, the bench, and thousands of Suns fans in the audience cheered.

In the ESPN commentary seat, Winston Rollins roared excitedly: "Beautiful! Old K turned into a siege beast, once again broke through the postman's defense, and he once again captured the Jazz's basket. He is unstoppable in the low post!"

Oldman, who was equally excited, was about to say something when his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at the screen and shouted, "Oh, oh, oh, the postman hasn't stood up yet. Is he injured? It should be injured. He is clutching his left chest. Could it be that his ribs were broken?"

Luo Lin looked at it, nodded and said: "It is possible that the postman is defending the old K head-on for the fourth consecutive game. To be honest, he can persist until now, which already shows that he is strong. Before the old K appeared, he was truly the strongest person in the league."

At this time, the Jazz went from the bench to the audience, the atmosphere was very depressed, and everyone was at a loss
The reason is of course very simple. The pillar and spiritual leader of the team, the postman Karl Malone, couldn't fight anymore and was helped off the court.

After a simple examination by the team doctor, it was true that the postman's third to fifth ribs were all broken, and he could no longer fight.

"This is the result of dozens or hundreds of impacts. His ribs have long been overwhelmed, and there may have been fractures, but we can't see it."

The heavy voice of the team doctor sounded in front of the Jazz's bench, directly destroying all the will and morale of the Jazz.

"give up."

Jerry Sloan's weary voice sounded, symbolizing the end of the Jazz's playoffs.

"I'm going to gain weight."

The postman's voice sounded, with firmness in his unwillingness.

He gently stroked his chest, the muscles here are not strong enough, he needs a thicker layer of muscle and fat to defend against the strength of old K.

He must become stronger. Before the series, he knew that the Jazz could not beat the Suns, so he wanted to drag the Suns and old K to death. But now that the Jazz will be swept away, the disappointment in his heart makes him have the urge to cry, and continuing to become stronger is his only thought now.

Jerry Sloan opened his mouth and sighed secretly.

Already 127 kg, and if you gain more weight, the postman will move worse, and how many years can the knee last?

With the Jazz giving up, the Suns also replaced the main players, and Wang Tiejun also sat back on the bench.

At this time in Los Angeles, Bass Sr. turned off the TV.

He witnessed the strongest postman in the alliance fall under the terrible beating of old K, and his bones were broken. That kind of terrible lethality really made him drool.

Who is the postman?The strongest guy in the league, the guy with the latitude of the upper arm exceeding 50 centimeters, and the guy who can run horses on the arm, but even such a strong guy still has to fall at the feet of old K.

Jerry West wants to get O'Neal more, he thought so before, but now he doesn't think so, now he wants to get the old K.

And O'Neal still has a one-year contract, and the old K should jump out of the last year's contract. This should be the big guy the Lakers have the best chance to get.

"Jerry, let's go after old K with all our strength. The billion-dollar contract, luxury house equipment, free season tickets, unlimited fire rights, core tactical status, team leader, and publicity resources are all not a problem."

After figuring out what he wanted most, he immediately called General Manager Jerry West and said only this sentence.

Putting down the phone, Jerry West began to pluck his hair.

He is worried, not because it is difficult to choose between O'Neal and Old K, but because both of them are difficult to obtain. The Magic and the Suns will not let go, and it is difficult for him to obtain either.

Moreover, he faces many competitors. The two behemoths are so young and can become the cornerstone of a team. Who wouldn't want it?
And he still can't meet with old K's agent, not even executive agent Lance Hawksman.

"Damn CAA!" he muttered.

Recently, there has been a big problem with CAA executives, but outsiders don't know what the problem is, and no media can dig it out. Only people like him who are eager to contact CAA can feel that something is wrong.

He contacted Jay Maloney and Lance Hawksman many times, but the two have no time to deal with the old K's affairs at all, and Hawksman told him on the phone that he is not ready to discuss the old K's issue until the end of the season.

In the past two years, Michael Ovitz, the president of CAA, has made frequent moves and has operated several major events in a row. He estimates that the fluctuation of CAA has something to do with Ovitz.

But this company has its own unique corporate culture and the so-called cost of betrayal, so even if there is a problem with Ovitz, it will not be able to form a real blow to CAA.

Therefore, he believes that as long as the internal calm of CAA calms down after a while, he can formally have an interview with Jamalone and Lance Hawksman.

At the Delta Center Arena in Salt Lake City, with two whistles, the game ended, and cheers from the Suns rang out.

"Congratulations to the Suns. After two rounds of sweeps, you entered the Western Conference Finals with your head held high. Congratulations to Old K. You fulfilled your promise to sweep the Jazz." Luo Lin laughed.

"Yes, the Suns became the first team to enter the finals and gained the advantage of waiting for work. Whether it is the Spurs or the Mosaics, if they cannot end the second round of the series as soon as possible, they will face a physical disadvantage in the Western Conference Finals. "Oldman said.

On the sidelines, Lao Wang is being interviewed by ESPN TV station.

"Old K, I heard that the postman broke three ribs again, do you want to say something about this?" the reporter asked.

"Sorry, why did you add 'again'?" Lao Wang asked with a puzzled expression.

"What to pretend, who doesn't know that it was the postman you called last time?"

The reporter complained secretly in his heart, and said with a smile on his face, "Sorry, I made a mistake, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."

Nodding his head, Old Wang said, "I'm sorry for the postman's injury. I hope he recovers soon."

"Why is there no change today when playing low backs, no fake moves, no bottom slips, and the push style of the previous two seasons is restored. Is this intentional?" the reporter asked again.

"of course."

Lao Wang didn't mean to hide anything, and said: "To face a tough guy like the postman, you have to use the toughest way to get him, otherwise how can he convince me?"

The reporter was taken aback, nodded helplessly, and approved of Lao Wang's reason, because it was in line with Lao K's usual behavior style.

"Old K, I heard you plan to gain weight?" He asked again.

"You are very well-informed. I rarely talk about these things to the outside world." Old Wang said.

The reporter said proudly, "I have inside information."

Lao Wang didn't mind who disclosed the news. The Suns management and coaching staff knew his plan, and said with a smile, "I do have this plan at the moment. Let's talk about the specific situation."

"That is to say, it is likely to continue to gain weight, so aren't you worried that it will affect your physical fitness and athletic ability?" The reporter asked in surprise.

Lao Wang said: "Maybe it will be affected, but my weight gain has been maintained at a very slow pace. In the past three years, I have only gained weight three times, each time gaining 3 kilograms. I believe that this most scientific weight gain is likely to allow me to maintain my current athletic ability."

"Congratulations, old K, you have the best strength trainer." The reporter laughed.

……

"Damn it, why didn't my agent find me such a good trainer?" Orlando City, O'Neal muttered dissatisfied.

If his manager heard him here, he would probably yell at him: Is that what you call gaining weight?No, you call it fattening, no matter how good the trainer is, it won't work for you, burgers and Coke are your best trainers.

……

Back in the locker room, after soaking in the medicinal bath for a while, the result of another G4 game came out. The Spurs defeated Mosaic, and the two teams drew two.

This is the best result for the Suns. It would be the best if the Spurs and Mosaic reach the tiebreaker, and the Western Conference Finals will be much easier.

Pharaoh was so happy that he called Barkley on the phone.

"Hello, old K."

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and Barkley's weak voice came.

"Charles, who drained your energy? Have you been teased by a dozen beauties?" Lao Wang teased.

"Fuck you!" Barkley smiled helplessly over there.

"Two to two, you and Dameng can't do it. With the blessing of my medicinal bath and massage, you can't beat the Spurs? It seems that my plan to kill you in the Western Conference Finals is about to fail." Old Wang laughed.

"Dream! Old K, you will wait for us, we will enter the Western Conference finals in two more games, and then we will kill you like last season." Dameng's fierce voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side.

"Old fellow, are you afraid you haven't woken up?" Old Wang said disdainfully.

"Hmph, wait for me, we will kill the Spurs." Dameng's voice became quieter, and Barkley's voice sounded: "Old K, your medicinal bath and massage are really effective. After we finish the game, we can recover from physical fatigue faster. But the Spurs' lineup is more reasonable than ours. We are not as good as them outside, so it is a little difficult to play."

"Damn Suns, you are too shameful for taking our glider away!" Dameng's voice suddenly increased and turned into a roar.

"Haha..." Old Wang laughed.

Drexler next to him also smiled wryly. He didn't regret being traded to the Suns. After all, this year he was very hopeful of winning the championship he coveted. How could he regret it?

(End of this chapter)