Chapter 47: Riding Buckle
The game resumed and the Suns attacked.
"Hurry up and give me the ball, you idiot! You haven't scored a single point yet, you damn jailbreak convict! Let me block your shot." Mourning stood behind Wang Tiejun and cursed him in his ear.
There was no need to ask for the ball, Kevin Johnson had already thrown it to him.
Winning or losing today's game is not important at all. It doesn't matter in itself. One is in the Eastern Conference and the other is in the Western Conference. Their records do not affect each other, and they will not meet in the playoffs. The possibility of the two teams meeting in the finals is zero, not almost zero.
Therefore, teaching your opponent a lesson is the most important thing.
"Hit him, Old K!"
After passing the ball, Kevin Johnson, who is not afraid of trouble, also yelled.
"Softie, let me loosen up your muscles today and make you feel comfortable first."
With the ball in hand, Lao Wang is not in a hurry to attack. He puts food and supplies first, or rather, trash talk first.
Mo Ning was furious. I am the synonym of toughness, and you actually called me a softie? This is a great humiliation!
"Hold on, Alonzo, show your tough defense!" A black curly-haired reporter who liked Mourning shouted in a stern voice in the media booth two meters away.
“Bang!”
At this moment, Lao Wang attacked fiercely for the first time, causing Morning's chest to deflate. High-pressure gas gushed out of his throat, making a short scream, and his entire face immediately turned blood red.
Fortunately, he stood firm. His strength was indeed very good. Although he weighed ten kilograms less, he still managed to withstand the blow.
“Bang!”
However, the second fight followed.
“Cough cough cough…”
He was just catching his breath when he was hit so fiercely that he immediately lost his breath and started coughing violently. Of course, he was unable to defend himself. His feet were completely messed up and he stumbled backwards.
Wang Tiejun had already turned around, rushed past Mourning, jumped up with the ball, and slammed the ball into the basket with one arm.
"damn it!"
In the media gallery, the curly-haired reporter who liked Mourning was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
"boom!"
With the loud sound of the rim bursting, the entire America West Arena suddenly became boiling.
"Oh, God!"
Curly murmured in anger and pain.
"Oh, the heavy bombing from the giant beast K. Alonzo Mourning, the second pick of the Hornets, is only worthy of being under the crotch of our giant beast, struggling like a woman..."
The excited roar of the live commentator rolled over the America West Arena.
"Damn it, Mo Ning, show your strength and teach that Chinese a lesson!"
"Mo Ning, don't hide your strength. Use your ability to defeat him. You can do it."
The two TNT commentators became anxious and began to cheer the team on.
"You wimp, you're going to block my shot, aren't you? What right do you have to wear the No. 33 jersey? Take it off and change to another number."
After succeeding, the excited Old Wang roared at Mo Ning.
"Get out of here, you damned jailbreaker!"
Mo Ning pushed Wang Tiejun away violently.
"Scolding me again? Damn softie, I'm going to confiscate your basketball hoop today." Wang Tiejun roared.
"you dare?"
Mourning's eyes began to burn with anger. If the basket was really taken away, would he still have any face? He was a master at protecting the basket.
"Softie, I'm going to make you feel so good today that you'll vomit blood, more than when you have your period. Ask your mom to prepare a bowl of brown sugar water for you."
Lao Wang roared like a giant beast.
When he came to the backcourt, he squeezed towards the basket and shouted towards the top of the arc: "Give me the ball, I want to beat the soft egg again."
"Ha ha……"
The whole audience was silent, and then burst into laughter.
"He's just an idiot!"
The curly-haired reporter found a chance to vent his anger and roared in the media gallery.
Beside him, most of the reporters nodded in agreement, but a small number of them gave him annoyed looks.
"He's just a Chinese idiot!"
"Yeah, does he think he's a Hornet?"
In the TNT commentary booth, the two commentators finally seized the opportunity to mock Wang Tiejun.
"Fuck, this is wrong!"
Lao Wang finally reacted and quickly ran towards Mo Ning.
Mo Ning looked at Lao Wang who was running towards him with contempt and cursed inwardly, "How can an idiot like him be qualified to be my opponent?"
This time, Bugs Bogues didn't pass the ball to Mourning because Larry Johnson was asking for the ball, so he passed it to the low post on the left wing.
This time the turnaround jump shot missed, and Lao Wang and Mourning fought for the rebound under the basket.
Mourning's rebounding ability can only be described as okay. There is a big gap between him and the three super centers and O'Neal, and he is even worse than Ewing, who is the worst in rebounding.
Although Lao Wang's rebounding skills are average now, he still protected the backcourt rebound with his height advantage under the basket and favorable defensive position.
Entering the frontcourt, he pushed straight to the basket.
Kevin Johnson also made a gesture to move away, and Barkley also left the paint area, taking Larry Johnson away, leaving the basket for Lao Wang and Mourning to face off one-on-one.
Morning held on hard, the blood vessels in his neck swelled like little snakes, his face turned blood red, and he used all his strength.
"Mo Ning, hold on!"
Curly tried very hard to cheer for Mourning in the media seats two meters away.
But the weight disadvantage is too great. Ten kilograms is not a small amount. Morning's physique is completely smaller than , and he can't withstand Lao Wang's overwhelming force.
When the two seconds were almost up, Wang Tiejun squeezed and leaned into the paint area, one step away from the basket, a distance of 1.5 meters. This was already within his shooting range, no, it was within his dunking range.
"Old K, fuck him!"
At this time, Kevin Johnson shouted and casually lobbed the ball in.
Wang Tiejun blocked Mourning behind him with his left hand, received the ball with his right hand, and with a bang, he leaned over to dribble and made a fierce burst of attack.
Mo Ning groaned and his feet loosened.
"boom!"
The next moment, Wang Tiejun turned around and slammed the ball with both hands, a fierce enough slam dunk that sank the Hornets' basketball hoop.
Mourning lost his balance due to the collision and was unable to defend. He could only watch himself being dunked on.
With a bang, the ball went through the basket and hit him on the head.
This was not over yet. When Wang Tiejun smashed the basket, he also pulled his arms and legs, and his hips hit Morning's face. His legs directly rode on the latter's shoulders. The latter groaned, fell down, and slid three feet backwards.
"Oh yeah!"
There was an exclamation at first at the America West Arena, and then it quickly turned into a boiling ocean.
"Oh, God!"
After reaching the bottom line, Curly's face was full of disbelief and he even forgot to press the shutter button of the camera in his hand.
"Oh yeah, K completed a dunk, he dunked on Mourning." The commentator on the scene screamed wildly.
"That's terrible! That's terrible..."
"How can you humiliate Mourning like this? This is totally unsportsmanlike..."
In the TNT commentary booth, the two commentators looked at each other and murmured.
"Old K, you did a great job!"
Barkley rushed forward and shouted excitedly.
"Just do it, Old K, I'll give you the ball again, keep hitting him." Kevin Johnson also rushed over and yelled.
"Old K, you and him were drafted in the same year, both are centers, and have the same jersey number. If you don't beat him, how can you get to the top? Beat him up, and then go after the big shark next time."
Dan Marley rushed over and yelled.
"Ha ha……"
Comrade Lao Wang was so excited that he laughed loudly, then said regretfully: "It's a pity that I didn't break the backboard this time. I will try to pull the basket out next time."
"Haha..." The Suns players laughed after hearing this.
“Asshole!”
A group of Suns players stood next to Mourning and yelled, making Mourning so angry that he almost had a stroke. In addition, he had just been dunked on, and now the veins on his head were throbbing, his face was almost bleeding, and his fists were clenched so hard that they were almost bleeding. If his nails were not too short, they would have pierced into his flesh.
