The first person to be flipped was a New York Times reporter: "Michael, are you confident you can beat the Suns in the series?"
A very paranoid, perverted confidence appeared on Michael Jordan's face, and his voice rang throughout the hall:
"No one can stop us from winning the Finals, not the Bad Boys, not the Lakers, not the Celtics, not even the Suns.
Barkley never beat me, in any way, and he was a complete loser to me, and so was his team."
Questions came one after another, and the main questioner was only Jordan. Pippen and others next to him were basically completely ignored by the media.
Zhang Lili raised his hand every time, but the host never turned over his cards until the press conference was over, and several people left the hotel disappointed.
"This bastard, Charles, we're going to kill him."
In the locker room of the training hall, Wang Tiejun looked at Jordan on the TV screen and said.
Buckley sighed and said nothing.
Jordan was right, he was a loser in front of Jordan.
"Brother, there's nothing special about him. You can't defeat him without a fight."
Lao Wang stared at Barkley and shouted: "His performance in the Eastern Conference Finals was worse than yours. He has no right to say that to you."
"Charles, Old K is right, Jordan's recent performance is mediocre, don't take it to heart, cheer up, our finals are about to begin." Kevin Johnson said.
Lao Wang stood up at this time, walked to the front of everyone, stared at them and said loudly: "Some of you want a championship, some of you want a big contract, I also want a championship, that can make me earn more
We all want a lot of money, so we can’t lose.
If we kill the Bulls and Jordan, we will be the championship, and we will get honors, big contracts, and more money. Brothers, are we going to fight for the finals?"
"spell!"
All the Suns players stood up, raised their arms and roared.
As a result, the morale of the Suns team rose to its peak with some encouragement from Comrade Lao Wang.
Colangelo was in a good mood. Looking at all this, he felt that the next core of the team was stable and that Old K's leadership skills had begun to show.
That is, he feels that this guy is always looking for money, so he can’t make the next contract smaller, otherwise he might
If Lao K can’t be kept, caa won’t agree.
But as long as we win the championship, everything will be fine.
As long as they win the championship, the team's market value will greatly increase, the Suns' football market will greatly increase, the number of national live broadcasts they receive will greatly increase, the regional broadcast revenue will also greatly increase, and the team will enter a new era.
A new period of development.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the Suns held a press conference before the finals at their headquarters, and the media in attendance almost packed the hall.
"Charles, do you have anything to say about Jordan's remarks?" The first person to be slapped was a reporter from a local sports newspaper.
"Kill the Bulls! Kill Jordan! Let their dream of three consecutive championships be completely shattered." Lao Wang shouted at the side.
"Yes, kill the Bulls, kill Jordan, and we will be the championship!" Barkley's courage was inspired, and he yelled.
"Bah bang..." the local reporters clapped quickly.
Zhang Lili raised his hand four times in a row, and was finally turned over in the fifth position. Excited, he quickly asked the questions he had prepared: "Mr. Westphal, if the Bulls kill Old K.
Tactically, how will the Suns respond?"
There was no surprise for Westphal. The coaching staff has been analyzing the Bulls' tactics in the past few days. It is very possible to execute a man-killing tactic when they are completely at a disadvantage in the paint.
In this G6 game of the Eastern Conference finals, the Bulls actually won the game with better free throws, otherwise it would not necessarily be the winner.
He said: "We have some arrangements, but we cannot say them here. These are our tactical secrets."
Zhang Lili did not ask again. He only raised this question to remind the Suns coaching staff to pay attention to protecting Wang Tiejun.
On the 9th, in Forty-Nine City, Da Ya Er Ya had picked up her parents from her hometown overnight, and the family checked into the International Hotel to watch the finals.
Some hotel staff were speechless when they learned that their family of four had spent precious dollars just to watch a few American basketball games.
This day is also the day of the G1 game of the NBA 92/93 season finals.
Since noon, fans from Arizona have been crowded outside the American West Arena, and the atmosphere is extremely heated.
At one o'clock at noon, Bulls buses arrived at the arena, but they were stuck outside for nearly an hour and a half before they were able to enter the arena.
Fortunately, the Bulls are really experienced. They arrived an hour early and were scheduled for two o'clock, so the pre-game training was not delayed.
At six o'clock, the Suns team's bus arrived, and it took a quarter of an hour to enter the arena.
Dozens of people from the Suns team came up and down from the underground parking lot and poured forward along the corridor.
There were also some reporters accompanying the team, including Zhang Lili and others.
"Brothers, how about we go and pay condolences to the Bulls?" Wang Tiejun suddenly shouted.
"Old K, don't be too troublesome," Colangelo shouted quickly.
"Sir, that bastard Jordan is too crazy. We need to suppress his momentum. This is our home court, so we need to give them a blow." Lao Wang insisted.
Colangelo was right. The Bulls were too powerful and it was difficult for the Suns to secure a victory at home. It was indeed necessary, but he also warned: "Let's make a deal first, no fighting."
"I promise." Lao Wang nodded quickly.
As a result, a large group of people flocked to the visiting team's locker room.
Sun Zhenping quickly motioned to the photography team behind him to follow him, and then asked: "Director Zhang, go to the visiting team's locker room at this time. What do Tie Jun want to do?"
Zhang Lili smiled bitterly and said: "That's what he meant literally, to give the bull a powerful blow and destroy the opponent's momentum."
Sun Zhenping was a little confused. Based on his knowledge, could a Chinese be so domineering in the United States?
It was almost half past six, and the Bulls had just had dinner and were eating in the locker room.
Phil Jackson is talking, he is adjusting the players' psychology, this is what he is best at.
Outside the locker room are the Bulls' management and coaching staff, several staff members, and several team security personnel.
At this time, waves of heavy footsteps came closer and closer, immediately making the people outside nervous.
"There are many people. Could it be the security of the arena?"
"Is it the fans? Why did they let the fans in at this time? Does the Suns want to interfere with our preparations for the game?"
Including the players in the locker room, they also heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and they all started talking.
"Jerry, what are you doing here?"
When the Suns arrived outside the door, Bulls general manager Jerry Krause saw Colangelo in the front and asked in surprise.
A security guard from the Bulls immediately stood in front of the locker room door, spread his legs, and sealed the door with his huge body to prevent the Suns from storming the locker room. Another security guard also stood by.
Seeing the reaction of the two Bulls security personnel, Jerry Colangelo was a little embarrassed and said: "Jerry, let's express our condolences to you."
Klaus was startled and cursed: "They are all thousand-year-old foxes. Who are you fooling? Are they here to show off to us?"
He laughed, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you so much. We will also visit you when we return to Chicago."
After shaking hands, Colangelo smiled and said, "You're welcome. When we get to Chicago, I guess we'll give you our condolences."
Klaus was too lazy to be hypocritical, and took off his mask and said: "Jerry, I'm afraid you will be the one who needs comfort then."
"That's impossible..."
Colangelo was talking, but unexpectedly, Lao Wang became impatient. He took two steps forward to the door of the locker room, kicked the security guard in front of the door, and kicked him right between the legs of the security guard.
between.
The security guard was startled, thinking that he was about to be eunuched. He was so frightened that he actually jumped up.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise as the closed door was kicked open.
"who?"
Jordan's extremely angry roar sounded inside.
"Haha, bastard, arrogant, old hooligan, our Suns team is here to express condolences to you, why don't you get out and pick up the guests?" Comrade Lao Wang shouted loudly.
"Old K?"
Jordan was so angry that his nose was crooked. Thinking that his majestic alliance brand and guaranteed ratings were actually hit by a damn rookie? He was so angry that he stood up immediately.
"Director Zhang, what is Tie Jun doing?"
Gu Gu
Sun Zhenping, who was squeezed in at the back, was too short to stand on tiptoe to see much. He was so anxious that he was sweating, so he could only ask Zhang Lijie, who was much taller than him.
Like him, all the media reporters were betted to be behind a group of tall players and trainers, unable to see the front at all, and they were so anxious that they jumped up and down.
"Trouble, Tie Jun kicked the door of the locker room." Zhang Lili, who was also standing on tiptoes, shouted.
"Old K, what do you want to do?"
Jordan rushed to the door, pushed away the security guard blocking the way, and shouted angrily at Lao Wang.
"My condolences to you, you see how polite we are, why don't you applaud to welcome us?"
Lao Wang said carelessly: "I'll just leave it here. A person must know how to treat guests. If you don't applaud today, we will continue to express our condolences."
The Bulls players were almost pissed off, and Jordan was even more pissed off.
"Okay, okay, old K, I've given my condolences. Let's go back to the locker room. It's time to prepare for the game." Colangelo personally pulled Wang Tiejun back.
"Damn rookie, when you get to Chicago, wait for our condolences." Jordan gritted his teeth.
While Lao Wang was being pulled back by Colangelo, he pointed at Jordan and said, "You can try it."
"Bang!"
Jordan slammed the door shut. If he didn't close it, he would die.
"This bastard! Damn violent guy! He should be locked up in prison for the rest of his life." Jordan roared.
The other Bulls players looked at each other. They couldn't believe that the old gangster they didn't dare to provoke was humiliated like this by a rookie.
"Okay, Michael, don't pay attention to him. He just wants to use this way to affect our preparations for war. If you are really angry, then you will be fooled by him."
Phil Jackson saw it accurately and immediately advised him.
Jordan nodded sullenly and said, "I understand, I won't be as familiar with this bastard."
Phil Jackson nodded appreciatively and said: "The Japanese believe in forbearance. I will give you the word forbearance."
"Tolerate?"
Jordan felt a strong sense of frustration and said coldly: "He will regret it. He can't bear the consequences of irritating me."
"Michael, let's hit 50 tonight, let's work together to defeat them." Pippen said angrily.
Jordan's eyes flashed sharply, and he said fiercely: "Barkley wants to step on me and win the championship. It's his dream. I am bound to win this championship."
At this time, the Zen master took out a stack of cushions and distributed them while saying: "Okay, now let's adjust our mentality.
Everyone, follow me and sit down cross-legged, take three deep breaths first, clear our brains, let us experience the beauty of Zen, and let the meditation begin..."
"Here we go again, here we go again!"
Jordan stared at the Zen Master with his eyes closed. He was satisfied with everything about Phil Jackson, but he was dissatisfied with this.
Over there, the Suns returned to the locker room happily, but Barkley looked a little melancholy.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you not suffering from depression?" Lao Wang asked with concern.
"I'm worried about completely irritating Michael. The more that guy irritates him, the crazier he behaves." Buckley said worriedly.
"Charles, no wonder you can't handle him!"
Pointing at Barkley with a disappointed look on his face, Lao Wang suddenly realized: "With your mentality, how can you fight him?
You think from the bottom of your heart that he is someone not to be messed with, and you are naturally inferior to him, so how can you snatch the championship from him?"
"I?"
Buckley sighed secretly, I have been suppressed by him since I debuted, and he suppressed me hard. Old K, you don't understand my psychology. You can't blame me for this.
Lao Wang said disdainfully: "Jordan is very good. We played two games this season, with 50 points in the first game and 49 points in the second game. But so what, didn't we win the second game?
Look at this Eastern Conference Finals, they lost two games in a row on the road. With that kind of strength, if Ewing and Oakley hadn't been so weak and couldn't get the Bulls out of rebounds at critical moments, would the Bulls have any hope of reaching the finals?"
Having said this, he stood up, walked to the middle, looked at all his teammates, showed extreme confidence on his face, and said loudly:
"It's so difficult for the Bulls to beat the Knicks, but what's our record against the Knicks? We won both games!
I took off the Knicks' basket in Madison Square. We treated the Knicks like nothing. We completely humiliated them. This is something the Bulls can't do, can't do.
Similarly, we should also have absolute confidence in defeating the Bulls. We can defeat them, and we must defeat them!
If we beat them, we will be the champions!"
"Old K is right, our strength is better than the Bulls, prepare to fight, guys!" Kevin Johnson, one of the leaders in the locker room, jumped up and shouted loudly.
"Get ready to fight." Tom Chambers, one of the leaders in the locker room, also stood up.
The two stretched out their right hands and touched each other. When Wang Tiejun saw them, he also joined them.
"Get ready to fight!"
Barkley was the one here who wanted the championship the most. At this time, he stepped forward excitedly and put his hand on it.
At this moment, his awe in looking up to Jordan was finally wiped away.
"Ready to fight!"
Everyone rushed forward and put their hands together.
Before the start of the G1 game, the Suns' morale and fighting spirit reached the strongest level.
"Pa bang bang..."
Colangelo applauded excitedly, followed by the coaching staff and other staff.
At this time, the American West Arena was already full of people. They all received a grand finals gift package prepared by the Suns, which included finals jerseys and finals souvenirs. Some of the lucky ones would get the players.
's signature.
Tonight at the American West Arena, some stars that have rarely appeared before appeared, including Hollywood stars, big singers, and sports superstars from all walks of life.
Queen singer Mariah Carey, Queen Whitney Houston, Jay-Z, Muhammad Ali, Tiger Woods, actor Nicholson, etc.
These stars are all friends of Jordan, and they support Jordan and the Bulls. They really want to see Jordan build a dynasty with their own eyes. The jerseys they wear are all No. 23. The Finals jerseys presented by the Suns were discarded by them like worn-out clogs.
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In addition to these stars, there are also many current and retired NBA stars.
This year's NBA Finals broadcast rights belong to ABC Television Company, and ABC selected the pair of Bill Walton and John Hanks to commentate on the Finals.
The live broadcast hasn't started yet, and the two are making preparations.
"Bill, John..."
The director then announced a piece of news, which came from an ABC reporter.
Bill Walton and John Hanks looked at each other in shock when they heard that Old K led the Suns to make a fuss in the visiting team's locker room to offer so-called condolences.
"This is quite interesting. It must be the first time for Jordan to enjoy this kind of treatment, right?" John Hanks couldn't help laughing.
Bill Walton shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "I think it's nothing. Old K slapped Jordan in front of all Americans, so what's the point of going to the locker room to make a fuss?"
"This is a pair of enemies. Jordan has said that he will dominate K for the rest of his life. This finals is the best opportunity. Let's see if he can do it." John Hanks said with a smile.
"Jordan and Lao K are players of different generations. There is a difference of eight seasons. Jordan wants to suppress Lao K for the rest of his life. I think it is impossible. In a few years, his condition will decline and Lao K will really grow up and he will not be able to suppress him.
"It's just like the Bulls. When the Bad Boys are at their peak, they can't get through. Once the Bad Boys get old, the era of the Bulls will come." Bill Walton said.
John Hanks shook his head and said: "The Bulls' lineup is seriously aging, especially the inside line. My opinion on this finals is actually 50-50. The Suns are very strong, and the Bulls definitely don't have the strength to win steadily.
So you don’t have to wait a few years. From now on, it will be difficult for Jordan to suppress the old K, unless the Bulls can build a younger lineup."
Bill Walton nodded and said: "If the Bulls are really defeated by the Suns this time and Old K breaks Jordan's dream of three consecutive championships, it will be great.
I bet once the Bulls lose the championship, they will rebuild."
At this time, CCTV was also on site making preparations.
Zhang Lili and Sun Zhenping were making preparations while chatting about what had just happened.
"Director Zhang, is Tie Jun okay?" Sun Zhenping asked with a worried look on his face.
"What can happen to him? He's even slapped Jordan. This guy just has a bad temper." Zhang Liyi said.
"Ah?" Sun Zhenping was shocked when he heard this sentence.
In order to prepare to commentate on NBA games, he had crammed in some knowledge about the NBA and knew about Jordan's status in the league and the American sports world. Unexpectedly, Wang Tiejun actually slapped Jordan and was still living well in this league.
