"The wound is not deep, but it requires a few stitches and anesthesia."
While preparing, Nelson said: "Old K, go back to the locker room and deal with it."
"Don't be ridiculous, Aaron, what kind of anesthetic are you using for just a few injections? Just sew it up." Wang Tiejun said without thinking.
I got a lot of injuries when I was practicing martial arts when I was a kid, especially the equipment, which is the most vulnerable to injury. This kind of injury is not an injury at all. If you apply some medicine at home, it will be enough. It will just be a lot of scars.
"Sew directly? Then you can't move around." Nelson said hurriedly.
"How much pain can it have? Hurry up." Lao Wang said.
"Okay, I'll start." Nelson said.
The basketball hoop was being changed on the field, and a group of cheerleaders were dancing, but the fans' eyes were focused on the hanging screen, because the camera on the scene was facing him, and they were all watching him get stitches.
"It seems like there was no anesthesia?"
"It doesn't seem like it, or it just didn't happen."
"That's so stupid. Old K is from New York. Why didn't we find him and was picked up by the Suns?"
"It's just that our scouts are so useless."
"We have Patrick, and with Old K, our twin-tower tactics are invincible!"
The fans were pointing, talking, and thinking endlessly.
Nielsen's hands were very fast, and he sewed it up in just a few strokes, and then put on a large band-aid.
Lao Wang added another cup of energy, then opened the system and took a look. He received a reward of 200 points, and now has 400 points.
"I have collected all the baskets of the three super centers. That guy O'Neal is said by the media to be the fourth super center. Unfortunately, I can only play with him next season."
"Ah owe! Ah owe..."
O'Neal was sitting in front of the TV watching the game when he suddenly sneezed several times in a row and couldn't stop it.
"This damn old K keeps messing with other people's baskets all day long. I'm going to mess with him again next season." After finally calming down, he stared at Wang Tiejun on the TV and muttered.
At the scene, Barkley came back again at this time, and he shouted at the head coach: "Paul, let me play, I'm fine at all. We want to win this game, and I can't let old K's blood be shed in vain."
He shouted to Wang Tiejun again: "Brother, let me help you."
Wang Tiejun said with a displeased look on his face: "Brother, we will definitely win this game. Are you afraid that you are not here to pick fruit?"
"What, brother, you hurt my heart so much!" Buckley yelled angrily.
"Haha..." The bench burst into laughter.
"Charles, this is no joke." Westphal said cautiously.
"Aaron, check him out," Colangelo said to Aaron Nelson.
"ok!"
Nelson immediately checked, asked a few more questions, and then said: "There is no redness or swelling, and there is no obvious pain. It is okay to be beaten, but the joints must be fixed. However, do not do violent movements, and never do explosive movements."
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Westphal thought about it and agreed.
There is a Barkley standing on the court. Even if he does not move there, it is a point that attracts double teams and can create space for others. With him on the court, it will be much easier for Old K. There is absolutely no way for Oakley to cover up at will.
It's the same with Lao K, and vice versa.
Twenty minutes later, the basket rack was replaced and the game started again.
However, the Knicks' morale has hit rock bottom after this blow. With Barkley back in action, the Suns' strength has recovered and their morale is extremely high. The strength of the two teams has dropped and then risen, and the contrast is obvious.
Although the Knicks' defense was still very fierce and rough fouls occurred from time to time, the same was true for the Suns. People were knocked down from time to time on the court. In the end, the Knicks could not prevent the Suns from taking away a victory at Madison Square Garden.
At the end, 108:98, the Suns won by 10 points.
Ewing played 42 minutes and made 13 of 28 shots, a shooting percentage of 46.4%, slightly lower than the normal level. In addition, he made 7 of 10 free throws and scored 33 points, 9 rebounds, 1 assist, 1 block, 2 turnovers and 3 fouls.
His shooting percentage was higher in the first three quarters and he attacked more at the basket, but his physical fitness seriously declined in the final quarter, he could not hit the basket, and his offensive and defensive quality declined, which affected the overall efficiency.
Wang Tiejun played 42 minutes and took the most shots on the team tonight, with 16 shots.
With his physically demanding style of play, he attacked the basket as many as 8 times tonight, accounting for 50%, exceeding his average basket attack ratio of 48% per game.
Among them, 5 of the 6 dunks were successful, one was dunked, one of the two shots was successful, and one was blocked by Ewing. That is, 6 of the 8 attempts at the basket were successful, and the shooting rate reached a terrible 75%.
The player with the highest offensive shooting percentage under the basket is O'Neal, which is as high as 75%. The offensive shooting percentage under the basket has reached a terrifying 54%. Wang Tiejun tried his best tonight, which means that the shooting percentage has caught up, but the offensive percentage
Still not as good as O'Neal.
What's even more frightening is that O'Neal is averaging per game, but he only broke out in this one game, which shows that there is still a long distance between him and O'Neal.
The other 8 shots were all hook shots near the basket. I was lucky enough to hit 4 of them, and the shooting rate of 50% was also good. This shooting rate near the basket is considered to be very high.
None of the three super centers have a near-basket shooting percentage of 40%, with David Robinson the lowest at only 30.9%.
In the entire league, probably O'Neal's two-pointers near the basket exceed 40%, and his average field goal percentage is 42.6%, which ranks first in the entire league.
Overall, tonight he made 10 of 16 shots, with a shooting percentage of 62.5%, and 7 of 12 free throws. He scored 27 points, 11 rebounds, 3 assists, 3 blocks, 2 turnovers and 5 fouls, and won the best of the game.
This is the second time he won the best of the game. The last time he scored 31 points and 16 rebounds in the game against the Pistons. Coincidentally, Barkley was not on the court that time and was sent off. He took more shots.
Only then did he get high scores.
Sitting on the bench, Wang Tiejun was so tired that he could only stick out his tongue. He felt that his physical reserves were really in trouble. He played very long today and was very tired.
On the other side, Ewing, who was opposite him, was also slumped on the bench, not even wanting to move a finger.
In the second half, he originally planned to double-team Old K, but then Barkley came up again. He still defended Old K alone, and suffered a lot. He felt that his whole chest was broken, as if he had been run over by a truck several times.
To put it simply, he was not only tired, but also in pain all over his body. It was harder than Wang Tiejun, and he might have to call a truce in the next game.
Oakley walked over, glanced unwillingly at the Suns bench opposite, and said to Ewing: "Brother, it's time for us to go back. We'll meet them in the parking lot later."
"Really want to do it?" Ewing's hand shook.
When he closes his eyes now, he can still think of Old K's fierceness with blood on his face. With his character, he doesn't want to fight with such a person at all.
And now his physical condition is far inferior to that of Oakley. He was fighting hand-to-hand with Old K throughout the whole process. The confrontation between Oakley and Barkley was not so fierce. He could hardly walk on the road. How could they fight?
"We must do it, otherwise we will lose all face." Oakley said anxiously.
"Come on, let's go back and get ready."
He stretched out his hands to pull Ewing up, then called on others to follow him and walked towards the tunnel.
Here Wang Tiejun breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and came to the reporters waiting aside to accept the post-match on-site interview.
The interviewer was an ESPN reporter, who asked: "Old K, you confiscated the Knicks' basket tonight, what do you want to say to the Knicks fans now?"
Lao Wang smiled, thought for a while and then said: "If you want to see the Knicks win the championship, then I want to tell you to replace it with two better insiders. At the critical moment, both of your insiders are unreliable."
Reporters and photographers were all stunned. Old K, do you know what you are talking about? Ewing Oakley, on both offense and defense, this is the league's top inside combination.
At this time, ESPN's national live broadcast continued, and countless fans across the United States and a large number of New Yorkers heard this sentence.
"Old K is too arrogant!"
No matter who has watched Ewing play or heard the names of the three super centers, they will all come up with this idea.
After answering two more questions, the on-site interview ended and the Suns returned to the locker room.
After summing up the game, everyone took a shower and changed clothes. Then Barkley, Kevin Johnson, Dan Marley, and Wang Tiejun went to the press conference, and the rest were interviewed in the locker room.
Ceballos looked envious. Among the five starters, he was the only one not qualified to attend the press conference. Old K attended more and more press conferences, which made him feel a sense of gap.
Oliver Miller, sitting next to him, used to have many ideas and once wanted to leave the Suns, but now he has no ideas and seems to have accepted the status quo of being a substitute for Wang Tiejun.
Sitting behind the table, Lao Wang looked happily at the clicking cameras below, feeling that they were all aimed at him.
"Old K, the latest regulation of the league stipulates that if a basket is damaged, the compensation amount is up to five thousand US dollars. What do you think?"
Sure enough, the first reporter asked about him.
"I don't have any feelings. Just take the penalty. I just like the feeling of bringing down the opponent's basket and taking off the opponent's basket." Lao Wang said.
He heard that Jordan would be fined $5,000 by the league for every game during his rookie season for wearing his own court. Now he only gets fined once in a while. Although he is a little reluctant to do so, it is within his psychological tolerance.
"Old K, will Mammoth Company pay the fine to you?" Buckley tilted his head and asked in a low voice.
"Why do they have to pay me a fine?" Lao Wang was confused.
"You fool, Nike paid Jordan's fine for him, because Nike will benefit from it and sell more sneakers, and you should do the same," Barkley scolded with a smile.
"What?"
Lao Wang was shocked.
He looked at his feet and saw that they were just a pair of ordinary Mammoth sneakers. His signature sneakers had not been made yet, but it seemed that Barkley was right and would ask Lance Hoxman later.
"Old K, based on the data analysis, your offensive quality tonight is higher than Ewing's. What do you think is the reason?" Another reporter asked.
"Yeah?"
This made Lao Wang happy. He said: "My offensive proportion at the basket is higher than his. He can't stop me in single defense. At the same time, I also played well near the basket tonight, and he can't guard me either."
The hook."
"Judging from your shots, you rarely have other finishing methods after leaving the basket. Almost all are hook shots. Are you focusing on hook shots, just like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar? Are you imitating his style of play?
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the reporter asked.
Wang Tiejun laughed and said: "My height and wingspan are about the same as a sky hook. The hook is indeed my first choice because this technique makes it difficult for my defenders to block my shots. Their hands are usually at least at least 10 feet away from mine."
At three feet, it's that far away from my ball.
But my hook technique is different from Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s sky hook. I don’t have as good coordination as him, and I’m still a long way from him.”
"Old K, I heard that you just said in the on-site interview after the game that the Knicks' two big men are not good. What do you mean? Do you think you can be so arrogant after winning a game against the Knicks?"
A local reporter asked with an annoyed look on his face.
Wang Tiejun stared at the reporter and said: "So what if I'm arrogant? You can let Ewing and Oakley beat us, then I can admit defeat."
"you?"
The reporter was furious, and the other local reporters looked at Old K angrily and raised their hands to ask questions.
Before Lao Wang could finish speaking, he added: "It's you, the New York media, who racially discriminate against me, such as Chinese coolies and perverted coolies. It's you who call them out. Now I have to consider whether to send you to the dock one by one.
"
"..."
The local reporters looked at each other, and they knew very well that if they wanted to litigate, they would not be able to win, because the newspapers were all there and the evidence was conclusive.
However, if a yellow man wants to sue the American media for racial discrimination in the United States, can he hire a lawyer? Even if he hires a lawyer, can he win the case? They don't believe it.
"I don't believe we will lose to him in a lawsuit."
"It's impossible. He can only hire inferior lawyers. The judge and jury will support us, and the court will not even accept his case."
"He's scaring us."
Local New York reporters were discussing it below.
But they don't believe it, but some people do.
There are also two reporters from the New York Times here, but they are silent now. They all know that Rob Lundgren has received a lawyer's letter from the Clevans Law Firm. This colleague has been abandoned by the New York Times. They don't want to
The same fate as Longgren.
"Don't provoke him, he is now a member of CAA, and CAA has entrusted Clevans Law Firm to handle his legal affairs."
A reporter from the New York Times kindly reminded another local reporter next to him that the two knew each other and had a good relationship.
"Crivens?" The reporter's expression changed.
"Rob Lundgren has been fired by our supervisor. You know him."
"That's too bad! Well, he did the right thing by signing with CAA. We have to be more cautious when making decisions in the future."
"Crivens?"
Soon, this matter spread among reporters.
None of these people know the status of the Clevens Law Firm in the industry. The firm has more than a dozen top lawyers as partners, each of whom is a giant in the legal field. If he is bitten by Clevens, he will not die.
You also have to shed your skin, and no one wants to mess with it easily.
Despite their majesty on the outside, they are known as the uncrowned king, but they are just a reporter. No company is willing to be bitten by Clevens for a reporter. Otherwise, why would a top world media like the New York Times give up on Lundgren?
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At this time, the Knicks press conference hall was very lively.
"What right does that bastard have to say that we can't do it? We rarely double-teamed the basket today, which is why he scored a lot of goals there. Next time we will let him have a taste of our power."
Ewing was almost growling, which was almost impossible given his personality.
This is because after hearing what reporters reported about Wang Tiejun saying that the Knicks' two big men were not good, he almost went crazy.
Oakley on the other side grabbed the microphone and shouted angrily: "A rookie who doesn't know what to call, I hope they can reach the finals, I will teach him a lesson there."
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After the press conference, Wang Tiejun and others returned to the dressing room, packed their bags, and headed to the parking lot.
"Kevin, here's the bag for you, please pin it." Wang Tiejun handed his bag to Kevin Johnson.
"I can come."
Kevin Johnson refused to accept Lao Wang's bag at all and shouted loudly.
"We can't all go up, especially the main force. Dan, don't go up either. Charles, you're injured, stay back." Wang Tiejun shouted.
"This can't be done," Danmarli shouted.
"Asshole, old K, how dare you deprive me of my right to fight?" Buckley said dissatisfied.
Wang Tiejun ignored them, forced the bag to Kevin Johnson, rushed to the front and greeted loudly: "Everyone, get ready, the big guys stand in front, and the little guys stay in the back. Don't worry, I can fuck several of them by myself."
, leave Oakley, the hardest player, to me."
"Let's go together!"
Buckley and others were shouting from behind, and when someone took the lead, everyone followed.
"What do they want to do, Mr. K?"
"Did you have a date?
"When did it happen?"
The group of coaches and trainers following behind were stunned.
"Old K, what's going on?"
Colangelo quickly caught up with Wang Tiejun and pulled him back.
"Oh, sir, the Knicks asked us to have a fight in the parking lot. We have to respond to them." Wang Tiejun said awkwardly.
"well!"
Paul Westphal, who followed, touched his forehead and started to have a headache.
Colangelo looked solemn, stared at Old Wang and said: "No fighting, Old K. If you dare to fight, you will be severely punished this time, suspended from the team and fined."
When money was mentioned, Lao Wang immediately said uneasily: "Sir, how much is the fine and how many bans?"
"Suspended for twenty games and fined US$300,000. There is no salary for the suspension. You will lose at least US$600,000." Colangelo knew that Lao Wang was reluctant to give up money, so he went on to say more.
"Is the fine so much?"
It’s okay to pay a fine of several thousand dollars, but that amount will cost you your life. Lao Wang looked at Barkley and the others and asked, “Brothers, either I will pay for it or you will pay for it?”
"Anyone involved will also be fined. And if anyone is injured, according to the league's rules, they will not receive any salary during the injury period, and they will also be fined and suspended."
Colangelo wrinkled his face and shouted quickly.
Lao Wang's face fell, and he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, let's not fight. The Knicks are not worth 600,000 US dollars. How about we run away? Is there a backdoor here?"
"Pfft, haha..." Everyone laughed.
Running was not allowed, so everyone still flocked to the underground parking lot.
However, the players were placed at the back, and Colangelo, the management and coaching staff were at the front.
"Nonsense!"
At this time, outside the home team's locker room, a group of Knicks players were blocked by Knicks management and head coach Pat Riley. Riley stared at Oakley with cold eyes and angrily shouted:
"Charles Oakley, do you want to ruin this team? Who of you can beat Old K? Don't think you have ever practiced boxing. He knows Chinese Kung Fu and is a professional. His tonnage is 20 kilograms heavier than you. You are the weight
Level, he is a super heavyweight, do you think you can beat him? If he can withstand your punches, how many punches can you withstand?"
Oakley wiped his face, but his face turned pale from the spray and he was speechless.
Although he is a leader in the locker room, he is nothing in front of people like Pat Riley and has no say. The iron-blooded Riley has too strong control over the locker room.
"Stay here, wait until they leave before we leave." Pat Riley shouted again coldly.
Oakley was frustrated to death, but he didn't have the courage to disobey Riley, so he could only turn around and return to the locker room.
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"Where are the people?"
When we arrived at the parking lot, it was quiet. Lao Wang was sandwiched among his teammates. He looked around and couldn't see any Knicks players. He was a little disappointed.
He wanted to wait, so he walked slower and slower, and ended up at the end, but Colangelo was already arranging to get on the bus, so he probably wouldn't have the chance to wait.
"Old K, hurry up. You usually do everything first, but now you're at the back. What do you want to do?" Colangelo stood at the door of the bus and shouted loudly.
"Come on, old K, don't wait any longer. I'm afraid they've already escaped. They must be more familiar with the back door here than we are."
Buckley knew what Lao Wang was thinking, so he ran over with a smile and pushed him forward.
He actually doesn't want to play, because if he hurts one of his own, he's afraid it will affect the playoffs. He has too much expectations for this year's championship.
Lao Wang was pushed onto the bus. He stood at the door and looked back at the passageway he had just come out of. He cursed: "These grandsons, these bullshit New York gangsters, we should do it on the field and beat their butts to pieces."
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"Old K, I'll do them again later."
"Yes, we will fight them again next season."
"I think Ewing can't even walk. Can he still fight? He must have run away long ago."
"Oakley is short of Old K. He is just one head short, but Old K. is holding him up with one hand. It's hard for him to even get close. How can I beat him?"
Everyone was laughing and joking.
…
"We are so embarrassed today. I wonder how those bastards from Old K will laugh at us behind our backs?" Oakley sighed unhappily in the home team's locker room.
Next to him, Ewing didn't answer. His whole body was in pain and he didn't want to fight at all.
At the same time, he also believed that the Knicks could not win at all. They could not withstand Old K. Barkley's fighting combination.
What he wants is to defeat the Suns on the court and blow up that old K.
"Patrick, in this year's playoffs, let's play better and try to kill Jordan and reach the finals. I want to kill those Suns guys."
Oakley said harshly.
"Um."
Ewing nodded.
Oakley turned his head and glanced at Ewing beside him. This old guy was not in good shape when it came to key games, and it was the same today. He was not as good as the rookie, which made him a little shadowed.
"Patrick, is that kid's low post attack really strong?" Knowing Ewing's high self-esteem, he asked tentatively.
"I can try it next time I meet you." Ewing said dullly.
Oakley felt like he was being slapped, rubbed his face, reached out and patted Ewing's thigh, and said, "Don't worry, I will help you next time."
This sentence immediately reminded Ewing of the ball that knocked down the basket frame after Wang Tiejun knocked him and Oakley away tonight.
"call!"
He exhaled a long breath involuntarily.
That ball put a certain amount of psychological pressure on him, and this tone seemed to let him vent the pressure.
"Double-teaming him under the basket, we can only interrupt his offense and directly hold his hand. Other small moves are of no use to him." He said in a low voice.
Oakley's face twitched. He thought about how his elbow slapped Old K's eyebrows, but it actually failed to stop him from getting up and dunking. All three of them let Old K smash the basket frame. They were very embarrassed tonight.
"I understand." He nodded.
Elbow strikes were useless, unless he hit the head from behind like Mailman Malone, but he still couldn't do that.