The ball happened to be dead at this time, so Barkley was replaced and went directly back to the locker room.
On the sidelines, Oakley sprayed a hemostatic agent into his nose, but he couldn't stop it. A large ball of hemostatic cotton was inserted into his nose, and he could only open his mouth to breathe.
"The cartilage is broken and the nose is crooked. Bear with it and I will correct it for you," the team doctor said.
"Do it, hurry up, I'm going to go up and kill that kid." Oakley said angrily.
The team doctor took over, pinched his nose, twisted it, and straightened Oakley's crooked nose with a click.
"Give him a mask."
The team doctor turned around and shouted to his assistant, then stuffed a few large balls of hemostatic cotton onto Oakley's broken tooth, which was still bleeding.
However, there is not much time left in the game. Once Oakley recovers from his injury, the second quarter will be over.
At 54:50, the Suns ended the first half with a 4-point lead.
Later, Wang Tiejun missed a shot. He made 2 of 4 shots and 2 of 2 free throws in this quarter. He scored 6 points, 3 rebounds, 1 assist, 1 block and 1 foul.
The opponent Ewing made 3 of 5 shots, which was very efficient. In addition, he made 1 of 2 free throws and also scored 7 points and 2 rebounds.
"Charles, how are you?" Wang Tiejun shouted as he pushed open the door of the locker room.
"It's not a big problem. Andrew and Aaron both said it would be best to take a break, but I don't think it's necessary."
Barkley was soaking in an ice bucket when his left ankle sprained. Fortunately, there was no redness or swelling, only a little pain. For safety reasons, he couldn’t play this game. He said with some frustration: “I can actually continue playing, but they won’t let me.
You guys should support me first in this game."
"Damn it, I should have crippled Oakley with just one elbow." Lao Wang regretted.
"Forget it, don't make it a big deal. After all, we are just playing ball, and I did it myself." Barkley said calmly.
"How did you do it yourself? Wasn't it Oakley?" Kevin Johnson asked doubtfully.
"I just pretended that my foot slipped in order to squeeze Oakley, but I didn't expect it to sprain." Barkley said with a wry smile.
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
Lao Wang advised earnestly: "Charles, brother, I think you are still suitable to be a good person. If you are a bad person, your retribution will be too quick."
"Pfft, haha..." The locker room immediately burst into laughter.
Barkley punched Lao Wang and said with a smile: "I'm not here, Lao K, so I'll leave the inside line to you."
"Don't worry, Charles, for your rest, leave it to me on the inside and Kevin and Dan on the outside. We'll be fine."
Lao Wang patted his chest and assured.
"I'm just afraid that you will be blown to pieces by Ewing." Barkley muttered.
Lao Wang shouted: "Then if I strengthen the confrontation, his efficiency will definitely decrease. I will fight hard in this battle."
This is actually nonsense. Now he has a very heavy offensive task on the offensive end. It was not just the defensive task when he first played against O'Neal, so he can defend with all his strength and consume O'Neal's physical energy, thus reducing his efficiency. Now his physical ability
Most of them are used for offense, and it is impossible to achieve that kind of defensive effect.
…
In the home team's locker room, Oakley was lying on the massage table. He was punched by Lao Wang. Not only was his nose broken, his teeth knocked out, and his head was also a little dizzy.
"Charles, are you okay?" Ewing asked from the side.
"It's okay, I'm fine."
Oakley waved his hand and suddenly said harshly: "In the second half, we are going to teach that kid a lesson and let him know that we are not easy to mess with."
His voice was unclear, but his tone was fierce and chilling.
"Barkley may not be able to play, but we have a chance to win," Ewing said.
"If Barkley can't fight, let's work together to kill that kid." Oakley said fiercely.
Ewing hesitated and said: "Double-team him?"
He didn't want to double-team. As one of the top three super centers, double-teaming a rookie would embarrass him.
You must know that Dameng and Robinson would rather let Lao K blow 2010 on his head than double-team him. If he double-teams, he will definitely be laughed at.
"Don't hesitate, Patrick, we have to teach that boy a lesson and make him afraid when he sees us." Oakley sat up, stared at Ewing and shouted in a deep voice.
Ewing was silent for a moment and nodded.
At this time, Pat Riley said: "Patrick, Charles, I don't care what you want to do, just give me control on the court. What I want is victory."
Ewing and Oakley looked at each other, then looked at Riley's gloomy and stern face, and both nodded involuntarily.
After a fifteen-minute break, the third quarter begins.
The two teams met in the tunnel, both staring at each other. If the two teams hadn't been separated by the middle, they would have rushed to fight.
The Suns attack first.
For the first goal, Dan Marley missed a pull-up jumper on the right wing. Oakley grabbed the backcourt rebound and the Knicks attacked.
Oakley singled on Jarrod Mustaf in the right post.
Barkley couldn't play, so the power forward was replaced by Jerrold Mustaf, who had little strength. He wanted offense but not offense, defense but not defense, and rebounds but not rebounds. In the past, he could only get a little bit of playing time in garbage time.
Time, now he is in the main position, facing off against Oakley, he can't adapt at all, and he was opened up by Oakley's elbow.
"Whoa!"
Like a postman, he relied on his elbow to win the shot, and Oakley hit a shot.
Although he is strong defensively, he has no low-post singles ability on the offensive end. He mostly pulls out for jump shots, mainly mid-range and long-range shots. However, the opponent is too weak, so this shot is quite easy.
54:52, Suns attack.
Wang Tiejun positioned himself in the low post on the left wing and passed the ball from the top of the arc.
Oakley on the weak side let Jarrod Mustaf take two steps from the beginning. At this time, he quickly helped defend the strong side. By the time Wang Tiejun received the ball, he was already in place to help defend and double-team from a position close to the baseline.
success.
Wang Tiejun held Ewing on his left elbow, raised his right hand high, and with Oakley behind him, the passing space to the weak side was blocked.
But at this time, he didn't care at all and didn't give Ewing and Ewing a chance to grab the ball. After catching the ball, he jumped up on one foot and hooked his right hand towards the basket. The ball flew towards the basket in a parabola.
Ewing jumped a little, and the height difference in blocking the shot was too big, and he didn't even hit a hair.
Oakley, who was behind, elbowed Lao Wang on the back, but it was a little late. When the elbow hit, Lao Wang's ball had already been released.
"Bao Pingzhong takes a shot, can he hit it?"
Colangelo on the sidelines, coach Westphal, and Barkley in the locker room were all staring at the ball flying towards the basket at this moment.
"Whoa!"
Amidst the refreshing sound of the basket being brushed, the Suns' bench was filled with excitement.
"Awesome!" Barkley cheered in the locker room.
It is rare for Wang Tiejun to shoot from a double team at close range, which means that he will have a greater threat in the low post.
Wang Tiejun clenched his fists excitedly and ran towards the backcourt.
The Knicks attacked, and Ewing caught the ball and played from behind, forcing him to slip to the bottom. This time, Wang reacted quickly and retreated in time. The former could only force a shot and missed.
Oakley grabbed the rebound, adjusted his feet, and then went for a layup.
Lao Wang rushed forward, flew forward and slapped him down.
"Crack!"
With a bloody hat, the ball was kicked out of the field, and his hand hit Oakley in the face. The transparent mask on the latter's face was knocked off, and he was knocked to the ground.
"Damn it!"
Ewing, who was behind him, cursed angrily and was about to charge forward, but was blocked by the linesman below.
Oakley was stunned from the fall and was about to get up to fight when the referee rushed up and blocked him.
"Don't move around. If you dare to cause trouble, there will only be one end." The referee warned sternly.
"Fake Oil!"
Oakley stared at Lao Wang fiercely and cursed.
"Fake, your ancestor! The rubbish behind your back!" Lao Wang spat back.
Oakley was shaking with anger. Damn it, I didn't use any force on that elbow from behind just now.
He wanted to take action at all costs, but head coach Pat Riley wanted to win the game, so he didn't dare to do anything reckless. He could only hold back for a while and then take action after the game.
The game continued, the Knicks served from the frontcourt sideline, and there were 6 seconds left in the attack time.
On the right wing, John Starks took advantage of Oakley's pick-and-roll to take a three-pointer, but failed to hit. Wang Tiejun stuck Ewing outside and protected the backcourt rebound, and the Suns attacked.
"Kevin!"
In the absence of Barkley, Wang Tiejun took up the offensive banner of the low post without hesitation. As soon as he reached the low post on the left wing, he directly asked for the ball at the top of the key.
Kevin Johnson made a pull gesture and then passed the ball down.
On the right wing, Mustaf also tried to pull away, but Oakley ignored him and pounced directly on Wang Tiejun's side.
"Crack!"
Wang Tiejun carried Ewing with his left hand and caught the ball with his right hand.
Ewing defended with half a step, his left hand was on Wang Tiejun's waist, and his right hand was raised, which could not only block the shot, but also block the possibility of the latter slipping to the bottom.
"Bang!"
But after Wang Tiejun caught the ball and dribbled the ball, he started his bear step and moved his left foot into the paint. The moment he approached Ewing, Tieshan exploded with all his strength.
"Bang!"
"Well!"
Amidst the heavy impact of muscles, Ewing groaned and was knocked over.
"oh!"
Madison Square Garden let out a loud exclamation.
"Damn it!"
When Oakley saw it, he hurriedly sped up and rushed towards him.
Ewing was getting up, and Knicks small forward Charles Smith was rushing over him. As long as Wang Tiejun stopped, a three-man double-team would be formed in less than a second.
At this moment, during the second dribble, Wang Tiejun continued to move towards Oakley and sent out an iron mountain shot. Under the strong reaction force, the latter was knocked over without any resistance. The former gained space and an
With a small step, he flew directly over Oakley's head.
"Damn it!"
About to suffer the humiliation of his crotch, Oakley's eyes were about to burst, and he grabbed it with both hands. After half a beat, Wang Tiejun flew him over.
"Bang!"
With his hands clasped tightly, Madison Square Garden fell silent for an instant, and the huge noise disappeared.
"yeah!"
The Suns' bench instantly erupted.
"Damn rookie!"
Furious, Oakley got up and rushed towards Wang Tiejun.
"Get away! If you come back again, I'll kill you."
Wang Tiejun stretched out his right arm and put his big hand on Oakley's forehead. The latter punched the air. He took a step forward and thrust outward with one hand. Oakley, who was only 102 kilograms, fell down again.
"stop!"
At this time, the referee stepped in, pushed Wang Tiejun away, and then shouted sharply at Oakley, who was getting up: "No. 34, do you want to be sent off?"
This was already a favor given by the referee to the home court. Oakley punched his opponent in front of him. Although he missed, it was perfectly okay to give him a technical foul.
"Shet!"
After giving Lao Wang a hard look, Oakley turned around and walked away angrily.
Next, the actions of both sides became even more rough. The referee called several defensive fouls in succession, but he could not stop it.
Two minutes later, Wang Tiejun took the ball under the basket and was surrounded by Ewing and Oakley. Small forward Smith also pounced on him.
"Bang!"
Ewing secretly struck him and punched him in the left abdomen.
"Bang!"
Oakley struck at the same time and hit his right eyebrow hard with the tip of his elbow, causing his eyebrow to bleed immediately.
"Open it for me!"
Bang bang, Wang Tiejun, whose face was covered with blood, was like a trapped animal, and he hit two fierce Tieshan backstrokes in succession. Ewing and Oakley staggered back one after another.
The next moment, when he was about to get up, a person jumped on his back, and it was like a mountain was suddenly pressing on his body.
"ah!"
The crazy burning blood could not be suppressed, and the arrogant and absolute power broke out regardless of anything. Wang Tiejun took off with the 104 kilogram Smith on his back, jumped several feet high, held the ball in both hands, and smashed the ball crazily towards the basket.
"Beep!"
The referee's whistle sounded.
"Bang!"
With an extremely heavy sound of hitting the basket, the entire backboard exploded instantly, and the huge basket suddenly sank to the bottom.
After adding an extra hundred kilograms of force, even the updated basket frame could not withstand this violent pull and collapsed.
"What?"
Ewing and Oakley were stunned. After three rounds of sieges, their basket frame was actually knocked down by the damn rookie. This caused a huge psychological blow to them, which they couldn't accept for a while.
"oh!"
The loudest exclamation of the night rang out in Madison Square Garden, and then the whole place fell into dead silence. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Tiejun, with shock in their eyes.
"Bang!"
Wang Tiejun didn't give up after the basket rack was smashed. At this time, he stepped on the basket rack like a mad tiger and bull. He used both hands to pull hard and finally tore the basket away.
Come down.
"Ouch!"
He suddenly raised the basket, looked down at the entire court with ferocious eyes, panted like an ox and raised his head and roared, displaying boundless cruelty.
"Cruel basket collector Lao K, congratulations, you are the first person to pick off a Madison Square Garden basket in an away game. You will definitely be recorded in the history of this basketball mecca."
In the ESPN live broadcast booth, Winston Rollin roared with excitement.
Carter Oldman was also shouting crazily: "The penalty area sweeper, Old K calls himself the penalty area sweeper. He lived up to this nickname. He completely humiliated the Knicks. He completely humiliated the super center Ewing and the top defensive champion Oakley."
, he is trampling on the honor of the Knicks, and he has trampled the iron-blooded force of the New York gang under his feet..."
The on-site commentator kept shaking his head and could not say a word.
On the sidelines, Spike Lee, the Knicks' number one fan, was completely stunned, sitting in his seat like a puppet.
Pat Riley also stood frozen on the sidelines, his hands no longer in his trouser pockets, looking at Wang Tiejun on the court in a daze.
"Brother, you are the best!"
In the locker room, Barkley jumped up from the ice bucket. In excitement, he kicked the ice bucket away.
"Crack!"
He exerted too much force and fell down on the floor.
But he got up and ran out of the locker room without even putting on his shoes.
The game was suspended.
Lao Wang, who was still panting, was blocked by Oakley and Ewing. Other Knicks players also rushed up, their eyes fixed on the basket in his hand.
"Put it down, or you won't be able to leave here tonight." Oakley gritted his teeth.
The Suns' players immediately rushed up and stood behind Wang Tiejun.
"hehe!"
Wang Tiejun raised his hand and glanced at the basket, staring at Oakley with fierce eyes, but said in an understatement: "Who are you trying to scare? If you want it, you'll have to pay for it with your life."
"What?"
Oakley's eyes shrank and he looked at Wang Tiejun's face that was completely stained red with blood. With that fierce tiger's eyes, his determination was rapidly disintegrating like an avalanche.
In the final analysis, he is just playing a ball, and it is definitely not said that he has to sacrifice his life to change the basket.
"A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of my way!"
Wang Tiejun shouted sharply, took a step forward, pushed Oakley away with a violent palm, inserted his foot in without hesitation, and squeezed into the surrounding of five Knicks players without fear.
The other four Suns players also followed suit. The five of them were so strong that the determination of Oakley and others immediately collapsed.
"If you want to get started, hurry up and we, the Suns, are here to help!"
Amidst the cold roar, Wang Tiejun knocked away all the Knicks players, led four teammates through the middle of the five Knicks, and walked proudly to the Suns bench.
"Oh ho ho..."
On the Suns bench, a bunch of substitute players rushed out to greet them, waving white towels and yelling strangely.
"Brothers, I'm coming!"
At this time, Barkley rushed out of the tunnel with bare feet, coming to fight.
Oakley, who was knocked away, turned around and looked fiercely at Wang Tiejun's majestic back. Even though he had lost all courage, he could not make up his mind to fight. He was too afraid of the other party's violence.
"well!"
Nearly 20,000 Knicks fans looked at the arrogant and domineering Wang Tiejun and could only sigh.
This time, no matter how embarrassing it was, they didn't boo.
It's not that they want to see the Knicks embarrassed, it's just that their opponents are a bit too fierce.
At this moment, countless fans across the United States who watched the game remembered the face of a Chinese man covered in blood, and they remembered it deeply.
"Hurry up!"
On the sidelines, Colangelo repeatedly greeted Andrew John and Aaron Nelson to stop Wang Tiejun's bleeding and sew his injuries.
"Bang!"
He threw the basket on the seat and leaned on it.
"Old K, water."
Oliver Miller respectfully handed over a bottle of water,
He nodded and took it. The water bottle looked very small in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and popped it into his mouth. He squeezed it gently with his big hand and the bottle of water was gone.
Oliver quickly handed over another bottle of water and had already unscrewed it. He took it and squeezed it, but it was gone again.
The explosion just now consumed a lot of his physical energy, as if all his physical energy reserves were exhausted in an instant. Now he feels weak and empty inside.
Andrew John and Aaron Nelson began to treat his injuries. They first wiped the blood from his face, cleaned and disinfected them, and then sewed his wounds.
A two-centimeter-long gash was opened on the right eyebrow, and blood was still pouring out.
