Chapter 12 Old K
The visiting team's locker room was extremely depressing, with no atmosphere of winning the game at all.
"Coach, I'm going to the parking lot first."
Ewing took a quick shower and left with his bag.
Pat Riley shook his head. It seemed that he would be the only one attending the press conference.
Sure enough, after Ewing, Oakley and John Starks, who looked gloomy, also left one after another.
A little later, when it was time for the post-match locker room interview, a group of media rushed in and found that none of the people they wanted to interview were there.
In the home team's locker room, after Barkley went to attend the press conference, some media came in and started interviewing, and there was one Wang Tiejun squatting in front.
"Wang, do you have a nickname?" the reporter asked.
In the NBA, a good nickname is a must to leave a lasting impression on others, so he asked this question.
"Oh, Charles and the others used to call me Lao Wang, but now they call me Lao K." Wang Tiejun said with a smile.
"Wang, King, Lao Wang, Lao K? Is it the Lao K in chess?" the reporter asked with ulterior motives.
"Chess? What does that mean?" He only knew Chinese chess and didn't understand chess.
The reporter explained: "As long as your chess piece reaches the opponent's bottom line, you can become the king, that is, Old K. Is this what your nickname means? Do you want to be the king of the Suns?" The reporter said with a smile.
"Become a king?"
Wang Tiejun couldn't help but ponder for a moment.
Who wouldn't want to become a king and dominate the world? However, with his current strength, he was too far away from that level. He was still just a temporary worker, so thinking too much was not a good thing.
"NO, Lao K is just the abbreviation of Lao Wang. If you want, you can also call me Lao Wang or King." Thinking of this, he shook his head.
The reporter gave up the question with some regret and asked again: "Why did you spank John Starks? Is this a hobby of yours?"
After hearing the question, Wang Tiejun immediately said, “When I was a kid, I did something wrong and my dad beat me like this.
As the saying goes, beatings make filial sons, while pampering makes disobedient children. If the younger generation is disobedient, there is nothing that can't be solved by spanking them. If that doesn't solve the problem, then spank them once, twice, three times, until the problem is solved."
After hearing this, the reporter's expression immediately became strange.
The next day, the New York media characterized last night's Christmas game as a humiliating battle for the Knicks. Although they won the game, everyone from Ewing to Oakley was scolded by the media, saying that they did not dare to go to war with a Chinese coolie and that they had brought shame to all New Yorkers. The dignified New York gangsters were scolded as New York cowards.
Ewing was blocked and knocked over by a Chinese coolie, and then was humiliated by being kicked in the crotch. After getting up, he did not fight with Wang Tiejun and was scolded as a weakling by the New York media.
Oakley was afraid of being spanked and called a deserter and a coward. The reputation of the old oak tree was ruined, and the titles of the four evil men were also lost.
Especially John Starks, who was spanked. After Wang Tiejun, he was humiliated by the New York media again, which almost made him suffer from depression.
In this way, Comrade Lao Wang, who had just entered the NBA, became the mortal enemy of the New York gang.
In addition, the reporter who interviewed Wang Tiejun in the locker room was a reporter from the New York Sports Daily. He exaggerated the reason why Comrade Wang spanked Starks and published it on the front page of the Sports Daily.
This made John Starks the laughing stock of the whole United States.
At noon, when the Knicks arrived at the airport and were about to leave Phoenix, they were blocked by the media at the airport. Oakley and the other two, who had been avoiding the media, had to accept interviews.
"Next time we meet, I won't let him go. I'm going to challenge him to a fight off the court," Oakley said gritting his teeth.
"But he only has a short contract of ten days, and you may not have the chance to meet again," the reporter reminded.
"Then he's lucky."
Oakley said angrily: "He is just a bastard, he doesn't know any rules, how can he humiliate his opponent like that?"
"John, what do you think was the purpose of the Chinese coolie spanking you? Do you think he is a pervert, or a... big pervert?" a reporter asked.
"He is a pervert and I won't let him go." John Starks cursed with red eyes.
"What do you want to do?" the reporter asked.
"me……"
Starks gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'm going to kick his ass. I won't let him go."
"But he said it was because his father was like that when he was a child..." said the reporter.
"Shut up!"
John Starks' face was red, and he interrupted the reporter with an angry shout, "He is a pervert. He was abused by his father when he was a child, and he has become a pervert!"
"Patrick, after experiencing the humiliation of being kicked in the crotch, why didn't you choose to wave your fist at the Chinese coolies? As a black person, can you endure the humiliation of being kicked in the crotch by a yellow person?" asked a reporter.
What Ewing hates most is the media. He said in a very stiff and cold tone: "The first thing I had to do was to protect John. I did that, and John was saved. He got rid of that pervert. Also, I will not tolerate anyone inflicting humiliation on me, especially a yellow man."
"What will you do if you meet him again?" the reporter asked.
"I'm going to score 50+ points on him. Everything he did to me yesterday, I'm going to give back to him," Ewing said coldly.
At this time, the Suns set off again, heading to the East, and began another road trip, with the first stop being the Orlando Magic.
Speaking of the Magic, this team became the big winner of this year's draft. In less than a month, the No. 1 pick Shaquille O'Neal has already shown his peak performance since his debut and has a good chance of becoming the league's fourth super center.
This big guy is a monster. His talents are top-notch both statically and dynamically. His overall quality is unprecedented in the history of the league. His speed and flexibility are comparable to those of top guards, and his explosiveness is comparable to that of top small forwards. Combined with his big size, he is a freakish beast. Even Chamberlain back then was only comparable to him.
The top three picks in this year's draft are all centers, and centers are also the most valuable players. The second pick is Alonzo Mourning and the third pick is Christian Laettner. O'Neal performed the best, Mourning was a little worse, and Laettner was a level weaker.
The evening of the 28th, competition day.
“Kevin Johnson at No. 1, Dan Maalley at No. 2, Richard Dumars at No. 3, Barkley at No. 4, and…Oliver Miller at No. 5.”
In the visiting team's locker room, head coach Paul Westphal announced tonight's starting lineup.
"yeah!"
Oliver Miller jumped up excitedly .
He looked at Wang Tiejun provocatively, with a smug look on his face.
"Congratulations, Oliver, keep going!"
Mark West, who had returned from injury, stood up and spoke to Oliver Miller with enthusiasm.
Wang Tiejun didn't even look at the two of them. He had no illusions about being the starting center. He only had a short contract of ten days, so it was good enough for him to have a chance to play.
Westphal and Colangelo looked at each other and nodded.
They have already agreed to give Miller some more chances. After all, he is a first-round pick and the team's future main center. Apart from his lack of height and weight, he still has great potential. The team needs to be more patient with him.
At this moment, Wang Tiejun's eyes blurred and the system screen appeared.
"Host, limited to basketball skills, please make Shaquille O'Neal feel refreshed. You will receive a reward of 100 points."
Looking at the content of the task, he was stunned.
