Chapter 25 The spoils were stolen
"Oh my god, he dunked the basketball hoop. It's incredible!"
"How is that possible? No one has ever been able to dunk on the hoop..."
After a moment of silence, countless discussions immediately broke out.
“Crack, crack…”
"No one has ever dunked over a basketball stand. The Chinese coolie is going to be famous. He became famous with just one shot!"
"The ancient beast Darryl Dawkins only broke the backboard with a dunk, but this guy actually knocked down the basket. Why was his dunk so violent and brutal?"
In the media seats behind the baseline, all the reporters were waving their shutters frantically to record this moment. While taking pictures, they were also discussing enthusiastically.
"Damn it, if it wasn't for Tim Percy's help, he would never have been able to dunk our basketball hoop." In the live commentary booth, Roma shouted after he came to his senses.
"Yes, yes, that's right. He doesn't have enough explosive power. It's impossible for him to dunk the basket with his own strength. Tim Percy's weight helped him. It's just a coincidence." Venus quickly agreed.
After coming to his senses , Wang Tiejun turned around and asked the shocked Barkley: "Brother, you're not going to ask me to pay for this thing, are you?"
Barkley laughed and said, "Don't worry, brother, you can continue to do this without worrying about losing a penny."
"Old K, do you know what you did?"
"Old K, you have unparalleled power!"
Several of Danmali's teammates rushed over, talking in a flurry and shouting excitedly.
Wang Tiejun laughed. He knew his own limitations. If he hadn't had a Tim Percy hanging on his body, he wouldn't have been able to dunk the basketball hoop just now.
"Thank you, brother."
He patted Tim Pacey, who had a lifeless look on his face, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
"Damn it!"
Tim Percy smiled bitterly and turned to the bench.
"Rookie, do you want to take it with you?"
Jeff Hornacek walked over and stopped Wang Tiejun who was leaving the court. He pointed at the basket in his hand and asked with a unhappy look on his face.
"This is my trophy." He quickly put the basket behind his butt.
"Damn rookie!"
Jeff Hornacek cursed inwardly, thinking that if he let you take it away, our reputation would be completely trampled under your feet.
He looked at Kevin Johnson, hoping that his former backcourt partner could help him get back the damn basket.
Kevin Johnson was a little scratching his head. Although he had a good relationship with Senacek, he didn't want to affect his relationship with Old K.
"Kid, this is the property of the arena, you can't take it away."
"I can pay for it. Ten dollars."
"Rookie, don't take it too far! Is this about money?"
"I can double that. How about twenty dollars?"
"Damn it, I'll give you two hundred dollars to put it down."
"Damn rookie, if you don't give it back to us, we won't be done today."
Other Philadelphia players also came over. They didn't want Wang Tiejun to take the basket away. They were angry and started bargaining and arguing. Although there was no pushing or shoving, there was pointing and poking, and the atmosphere became a little tense.
"Shh!"
"Damn Chinese, this is our basketball hoop, give it back to us!"
"Perverted coolie, either you stay with the basket or you stay in Philadelphia and play, choose one of the two."
Countless home fans also reacted at this time. Seeing Wang Tiejun trying to take away the basket, they booed and cursed.
"Old K, give it back to them." Head coach Paul Westphal shouted from the sidelines, feeling a little amused.
"Old K, forget it." Barkley and Kevin Johnson also said quickly.
Wang Tiejun had no choice but to hand over the basket behind him, and said unhappily: "This time we're on the road, next time I get it at home, I should be able to keep it as a trophy, right?"
“Puff!”
The Suns players burst into laughter instantly.
Barkley said happily: "If it's really at home, no one can stop you from taking it away, not even God."
"Shit, once wasn't enough, do you want to do it again?"
Philadelphia players such as Jeff Hornacek had dark faces and looked at Wang Tiejun with indignation, wishing they could pin him to the ground and beat him up.
With this dunk on the basket, the Philadelphia Digital Team, which was not as strong as the Suns to begin with, lost all morale. The game was completely dominated by the Suns' rhythm and became one-sided.
No one on the Digital Team could compete with Wang Tiejun's back-to-the-basket play in the low post. Together with superstar Barkley, the two of them destroyed the Digital Team's inside line.
Wang Tiejun played for 30 minutes in the game, and the rest of the time was left to Oliver Miller. The Suns management still wanted to train this first-round pick and use him as a substitute for Wang Tiejun.
Colangelo and head coach Paul Westphal have thought it through clearly. With Wang Tiejun's back-to-the-basket style and strong confrontation throughout the game, the physical energy consumption is very large, and his playing time must be controlled, which requires a substitute.
The two shared all the time at the center position, and Mark West didn't get even a second. An injury caused him to fall from the main center to such a situation. When the game ended, his face was so dark that it was completely unsightly. He didn't say hello to anyone and went back to the locker room angrily.
Barkley played 38 minutes, scored 36 points and 16 rebounds, and was named the best player of the game.
Comrade Lao Wang made 8 of 9 shots. Philadelphia's inside line was weak and lacked confrontation. His offense was all dunks after scoring under the basket, but he missed one dunk. In addition, he made 2 of 5 free throws and scored 18 points, 9 rebounds, 3 assists, 2 blocks, 3 turnovers and 4 fouls, including a personal mistake of an offensive foul.
Including turnovers and fouls, he got the ball 14 times, second on the team, only behind Barkley. This was only his third game, which was very good, showing that the team really wanted to train him.
After returning to the locker room, Paul Westphal summarized the game and called Wang Tiejun aside to summarize his personal performance.
"Old K, you performed well tonight."
Paul Westphal praised him first, but when Comrade Lao Wang was smiling, he poured cold water on him:
"But you have too many turnovers and fouls, which cost us a lot of ball possession. At the same time, if you continue to have such a high number of fouls, it will eventually affect your playing time, which is very important."
Wang Tiejun nodded awkwardly and quickly assured: "Coach, don't worry, I will pay attention."
Paul Westphal said seriously: "Also, the reason why you got so many chances under the basket tonight is because Philadelphia's inside line is too soft.
Your finishing method is too monotonous. As long as you encounter a strong defensive inside player, your number of shots at the basket will be greatly reduced, so you must strengthen the training of your finishing technique. "
“I get it, Coach.
"Also, your rebounding ability still has a lot of room for improvement. Look at Barkley, he is 20 centimeters shorter than you, and his wingspan is probably 30 centimeters, but he rebounds a lot more than you. You can ask him for advice on rebounding techniques, he will definitely be happy to teach you."
"I will, Coach."
"On defense, you are strong enough and not afraid of confrontation, but you have too little experience and are easily fooled. If you run into Dream, you will be easily knocked down by him..."
Paul Westphal analyzed Wang Tiejun's situation for more than ten minutes until the time for the post-match press conference was almost up.
The data tonight was good, and Comrade Lao Wang was a little proud at first, but after this analysis, he came to his senses.
"Overall, your performance was good. Go take a shower now, the locker room interview time is almost up." Paul Westphal smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
