The game was paused for twenty minutes and restarted after the backboards were replaced.
"Perverted coolie, can you get the ball?"
"I'm going to crush you even if I don't have the ball, you damn pervert."
When the Suns attacked, Comrade Wang and O'Neal started another round of low-post offensive and defensive confrontation like two fighting beasts.
Still relying on his superior strength, he carried O'Neal and squeezed into the paint area, still two meters away from the basket.
At this time, Barkley, who was holding the ball, suddenly passed the ball in.
Wang Tiejun grabbed the ball with his right hand, pinched it with his five fingers, and smashed the ball to death.
If it's O'Neal, there are many ways to put the ball into the basket at this time, turn around and dunk in one step, hook or throw to hit the board, etc.
But he had no choice, there was still a little distance, and his finishing ability was too poor, so he could only continue to get to the basket and take another shot.
The Magic had no players to double-team him as a rookie. In this era, individual duels were advocated, especially in the low post, which was not conducive to double-teaming. The offensive and defensive confrontation between him and O'Neal began.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
While dribbling, he hit with all his strength, and the ferocious power instantly hit O'Neal's chest, and the dull impact made his teeth sore.
"Well!"
With O'Neal's physique, his thick chest felt like it was being crushed, the air in his lungs was squeezed out, and even screamed, and his ribs ached.
He struggled to resist, but still took a small step back, but he immediately pressed forward again.
"Bang!"
The second one comes one after another.
"Well!"
O'Neal made a heavy wheezing sound in his throat. He felt like his lungs were about to be squeezed out, and his face was swollen with blood.
As for his feet, he took another half step back and moved forward slower.
There was a dead silence in the entire stadium. Nearly 20,000 fans watched the two low-lying behemoths engaging in the most ferocious and fierce collision and confrontation. Even their breathing stopped involuntarily.
"Bang!"
Third, it arrived as expected.
"Well!"
When the most ferocious power struck, O'Neill felt as if his scalp was about to explode. The power seemed to be transmitted from his chest to the top of his head, and then burst out of his head.
At the same time, his throat screamed, and the air in his lungs was squeezed out with huge force at the speed of a tornado.
The pain in his chest and the accumulation of strength made his defense collapse like a dam that had been broken.
"oh!"
When the home fans saw O'Neal staggering back in the third confrontation and completely losing his defensive position, huge exclamations broke out.
"here you go!"
Off the court, Colangelo's blood was already boiling with blood, and he raised his fists and shouted loudly.
"Duck him!"
On the court, Barkley shouted sharply.
"I don't have the ability to smash your backboard now, so I'll dunk you first and get some interest later."
Amidst the screams of flying pigs in the air, Wang Tiejun turned around and flew into the air. He grabbed the ball with his right hand and raised it high, hitting O'Neal who was thrust into the basket by him.
"Damn it!"
O'Neal's eyes were splitting, but he couldn't stop it. He lost his center of gravity and couldn't react.
"Bang!"
A violent explosion of the basket sounded, and O'Neal was knocked back again. If there were no teammates behind him to resist him, he might have been knocked over directly.
"..."
There was dead silence among the Magic fans at home, the same was true in the live commentary booth, and the same was in the ESPN commentary booth.
"oh!"
The Suns players on the field cheered and rushed towards Lao Wang.
"yeah!"
The Suns' bench instantly erupted. The players, coaching staff and management stood up from their seats, clenching their fists in excitement and shouting toward the court.
"Damn it, I underestimated him! I underestimated his ability to hit the low post..." Colangelo clenched his fists excitedly and kept shouting.
He saw with his own eyes that Wang Tiejun knocked down Mark West twice in New York. He did think that Wang Tiejun had certain potential, but he didn't pay too much attention to it because Mark West's strength was too poor.
But this time the offense was faced with O'Neal, a low-post beast who was at the peak of his debut, so the meaning was completely different.
Head coach Paul Westphal's eyes were also shining, and he murmured: "It would be great if the other techniques were better, it would be better if the finishing technique was better, and it would be better if the movement speed was faster.
It's a pity that he can only take shots under the basket, which is a waste of his low-post play."
"Oh...oh...oh..."
His chest was rising and falling violently, and O'Neal was gasping for breath. During several confrontations, he had consumed a lot of energy, and his entire chest was numb. His lungs were heating up and aching.
He glanced at Wang Tiejun and felt that this was an animal, a real animal. The donkeys in Mexico were not as strong as him.
Wang Tiejun stared at O'Neal fiercely, his fierce eyes like a beast, and his deep voice sounded: "You pervert, I told you, you will feel very sour tonight."
"Then come on, am I afraid of you?" O'Neal shouted unwillingly.
"Paul, is he okay? This is a frontal dunk after a real low-post confrontation. Our short-term worker won this year's No. 1 pick in the confrontation and dunked him."
On the sidelines, Colangelo shouted excitedly to head coach Paul Westphal.
Paul Westphal shook his head with emotion and said: "Yes, yes, boss, I saw it, I saw his talent, his fighting skills are average, there are no fake moves, no turns, what skills?"
None, just a back arch, but his strength is so powerful that he can destroy all defensive forces!"
At this time, Wang Tiejun, who was extremely excited, passed by the bench and shouted to Colangelo: "Sir, am I worth a guaranteed contract?"
"Guaranteed contract?" Colangelo was startled.
At this time, Wang Tiejun had already ran past. He quickly followed him and ran two steps, shouting at the former's back:
"Old K, we will sign a contract after the game. The new contract is a guaranteed contract. It is a fully guaranteed contract."
Now he is a little worried, because with just this one goal, this young man will definitely enter the attention of other teams.
"Really?"
Lao Wang was so excited that he almost exploded with excitement. He felt like there were countless mountains of gold floating in front of his eyes, and they were all his money.
"It's too bad. Our No. 1 pick was dunked again, twice in a single game. The first quarter hasn't even finished yet."
The on-site commentator lamented: "The previous dunk by Barkley didn't actually count. Barkley didn't complete that dunk on his own. That perverted coolie was an accomplice.
But this time the dunk was really bad! That perverted coolie’s low-post attack was so brutal, he actually, actually..."
At this point, he couldn't go on. This ball was too destructive to the Magic's morale.
In the ESPN commentary box, Winston Rollin smiled bitterly and said: "Power, why is he so powerful? With the same size, he can actually crush O'Neal. How is this possible?"
From his words, it can be heard that until now, he has not accepted the scene that just happened.
"Perhaps he is Chinese and knows Chinese Kung Fu?" Winter Oldman guessed.
Winston Rollin's eyes lit up. This was a good reason. He immediately cheered up and said: "Yes, yes, he must have used Kung Fu. Damn it, this cunning Chinese. This is wrong. He can't."
