The visiting team's locker room was extremely dull, and there was absolutely no atmosphere of winning the game.
"Coach, I'm going to the parking lot first."
Ewing hurriedly took a shower, picked up his bag and left.
Pat Riley shook his head. It seemed that he was the only one attending the press conference later.
Sure enough, after Ewing, Oakley and John Starks, who looked unhappy, also left one after another.
After a while, when it was time for interviews in the locker room after the game, when a group of media rushed in, they found that none of the targets they wanted to interview had disappeared.
In the home team's locker room, after Barkley went to attend the press conference, some media came in and started interviewing, and Wang Tiejun squatted in front of him.
"Wang, do you have a nickname?" the reporter asked.
In the NBA, a good nickname can impress people and is a must, 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.
"King, king, old king, old king? Is it the old king in chess?" the reporter asked with ulterior motives.
"Chess? What does that mean?" He only knows Chinese chess, but not international 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 that what your nickname means? Do you want to be the king of the Suns?" the reporter said with a smile.
"Becoming a king?"
Wang Tiejun couldn't help but ponder for a moment.
Who doesn't want to become a king and dominate? But with his current strength, he is too far away from that level. He is still just a part-time worker. It is not a good thing to think too much.
"No, Lao K is just the abbreviation of Lao Wang. If you want, you can call me Lao Wang, or king." Thinking of this, he shook his head.
The reporter felt a little regretful, gave up the question, and asked again: "Why do you want to spank John Starks? Do you have this hobby?"
After Wang Tiejun heard the question, he immediately said: "I did something wrong when I was a child, and this is how my dad beat me.
As the saying goes, a stick produces a filial son, and a spoiled and rebellious son is pampered. If the younger generation is disobedient, nothing can be solved by a slap on the butt. If it can't be solved, then slap him again, two times, or three times until the problem is solved."
After the reporter heard this, his expression immediately became strange.
The next day, the New York media characterized last night's Christmas Day game as a humiliating game for the Knicks. Although they won the game, everyone from Ewing to Oakley was scolded by the media, scolding them for not daring to do anything.
He started a war with a Chinese coolie and lost the face of all New Yorkers. The dignified New York gangster was called a New York coward.
Ewing was dunked by a Chinese coolie, was dunked over, and then humiliated on the crotch. After he got up, he actually did not start a fight with Wang Tiejun, and was scolded by the New York media as a weakling and useless.
Oakley was afraid of being spanked, and would be called a deserter and a coward. The old oak's reputation was over, and the reputation of the four villains was also lost.
Especially John Starks, who was spanked, was humiliated by the New York media again after Wang Tiejun, causing him to almost suffer from depression.
In this way, Comrade Wang, who had just entered the NBA league, 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 News. The reason why Comrade Wang spanked Starks was added to the front page of the Sports News.
This time, John Starks became the laughing stock of the entire 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. The three Oakleys, who had been avoiding the media, had to accept interviews.
"Next time we meet, I won't let him go. I want to have a fist fight with him off the court." Oakley gritted 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 consider him lucky."
Oakley said angrily: "He is just a bastard. He doesn't understand any rules. How can he humiliate his opponent like that?"
"John, for what purpose do you think the Chinese coolie spanked you? Do you think he is a pervert, or a... big pervert?" a reporter asked.
"He is a big pervert, I will not let him go." John Starks cursed with red eyes.
"What do you want to do?" the reporter asked.
"I, I..."
Starks gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'm going to kick his ass, and I won't let him go."
"But he said it was because his father was like that when he was a child..." the reporter said.
"Shut up!"
John Starks, his face red, angrily interrupted the reporter and shouted: "He is a pervert. He was abused by his father when he was a child. He has become a pervert!"
"Patrick, after experiencing the crotch humiliation, why didn't you choose to shake your fist at the Chinese coolie? As a black man, can you endure the crotch humiliation inflicted on you by a yellow man?" a reporter asked
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What Ewing hates most is the media. He said in a very stiff and indifferent tone: "The first thing I had to do was protect John. I did that, and John was saved. He got rid of that pervert. Also, who imposed this on me?
I won’t tolerate the crotch humiliation, especially from a yellow man.”
"What would you do if you met him again?" the reporter asked.
"I will chop 50 off his head, and I will pay him back for everything he did to my head yesterday." Ewing said coldly.
At this time, the Suns set off again, heading to the East for another road trip, with the first stop being the Orlando Magic.
Speaking of the Magic, this team has become the big winner in this year's draft. The number one pick, Shaquille O'Neal, has already shown his peak performance in less than a month, and has a good chance of becoming the fourth super center in the league.
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This big guy is a monster. Both static and dynamic talents are top-notch. His comprehensive quality is unique in the history of the league. His speed and flexibility are comparable to top guards, and his explosive power is comparable to top small forwards. Matching his
The big guy is a perverted giant beast. Even Chamberlain back then was only about the same size.
The top three picks in this year's draft are all centers, and the center is also the most valuable player. The second pick is Alonzo Mourning, the third overall pick is Christian Laettner, O'Neal performed the best, Mourning was a little behind, and Laettner was weak.
A grade.
The evening of the 28th is game day.
"No. 1 Kevin Johnson, No. 2 Dan Mulley, No. 3 Richard Dumas, No. 4 Barkley, No. 5...Oliver Miller."
In the visiting team's locker room, head coach Paul Westphal announced tonight's starting lineup.
"yeah!"
When he heard his name, Oliver Miller jumped up excitedly.
He looked at Wang Tiejun provocatively, with a proud look on his face.
"Congratulations, Oliver, come on!"
Mark West, who had made a comeback, stood up and said to Oliver Miller enthusiastically.
Wang Tiejun didn't even look at the two of them. He had no illusions about being the starting center. What he got was a ten-day short contract. It would be good to have a chance to play.
Westphal and Colangelo looked at each other and nodded.
They have already discussed giving Miller some more opportunities. After all, he is a first-round pick and the future main center selected by the team. Apart from his insufficient height and excessive weight, his potential is still very good. The team needs to pay more attention to him.
Be patient.
At this moment, Wang Tiejun's eyes flashed, and the system screen appeared.
"Host, limited to basketball ability, please let Shaquille O'Neal feel sore all over. You will receive a reward of 100 points."
He was stunned when he saw the contents of the mission.