"God, he actually knocked down the basket, it's incredible!"
"How is it possible? No one has ever been able to dunk the basket..."
After the scene was quiet for a while, countless discussions immediately broke out.
"Kacha kacha..."
"No one has ever dunked the basket. The Chinese coolie is going to become famous. He became famous with one goal!"
"The ancient mythical beast Daryl Dawkins only smashed the backboard, but this guy actually knocked down the basket frame. Why was his dunk so violent and brutal?"
In the media box behind the baseline, all the reporters were waving their shutters frantically to record this moment. While taking photos, they were also discussing enthusiastically.
"Damn it, if it weren't for Tim Pesci's help, he wouldn't have been able to knock down our basket." In the commentary box, Rohm shouted after coming back to his senses.
"Yes, yes, that should be the case. His explosive power is not enough. It is impossible to dunk the basket with his own strength. Tim Pacey's weight helps him. This is just a coincidence." Weiner.
Si quickly echoed.
After coming back to his senses, Wang Tiejun turned around and asked Buckley, who looked shocked: "Brother, you won't ask me to pay for this thing, right?"
Buckley laughed and said: "Brother, don't worry, you can continue to do this, don't worry about losing a cent."
"Old K, do you know what you did?"
"Old K, you are so powerful!"
Several of Danmarli's teammates rushed over, talking and shouting excitedly.
Wang Tiejun laughed heartily. He was self-aware. If he hadn't had Tim Pesci hanging around him, he wouldn't have been able to dunk down the basket just now.
"Thank you, brother."
He patted Tim Pesci, who looked dull next to him, and reached out to pat the other person's shoulder.
"What the hell!"
Tim Pesci gave a wry smile and turned around and walked to the bench.
"Rookie, do you want to take it away?"
Jeff Hornacek came over, stopped Wang Tiejun who was coming off the court, pointed to the basket in his hand with an ugly expression and asked.
"This is my trophy." He quickly put the basket behind his butt.
"Damn rookie!"
Jeff Hornacek cursed secretly, thinking that if you take it away, our face will be completely trampled under your feet.
He looked at Kevin Johnson, hoping that his former backcourt partner could help him get that damn basket back.
Kevin Johnson was scratching his head. Although he had a good relationship with Senacek, he didn't want to affect his relationship with Mr. K.
"Boy, this is the property of the arena, you can't take it away."
"I can give you money, a flat price of ten dollars."
"Rookie, don't go too far! Is this about money?"
"I can give you double, how about twenty dollars?"
"Damn it, I'll pay you two hundred dollars and you put it down for me."
"Damn rookie, if you don't give it back to us, we won't be finished today."
Other Philadelphia players also came over, not wanting Wang Tiejun to take away the basket. In anger, they were bargaining and arguing. Although there was no pushing, they were pointing and poking, and the atmosphere became a little tense.
"Shh!"
"Damn Chinese, this is our basket, give it back to us!"
"Perverted coolie, you can either leave the basket or you can stay and play in Philadelphia. Choose one of the two."
Countless home fans also reacted at this time. Seeing Wang Tiejun trying to take away the basket, they booed and cursed.
"Old K, give it back to them." Head coach Paul Westphal shouted from the sidelines, dumbfounded.
"Old K, forget it." Barkley and Kevin Johnson also said quickly.
Wang Tiejun had no choice but to hand out the basket behind his butt, and said with some annoyance: "This is an away game. If I want to get it again at home next time, I should be able to keep the spoils, right?"
"Poof!"
Suns players burst into laughter instantly.
Barkley was overjoyed and said: "If it's really at home, no one can stop you from taking it away, not even God."
"Shet, doing it once is not enough. Do you want to do it again?"
Jeff Hornacek and other Philadelphia players looked at Wang Tiejun with dark faces and angrily, wanting to push him to the floor and beat him up.
With this dunk, the Philadelphia Digital Team, which was originally inferior to the Suns, lost all morale. The game completely fell into the rhythm of the Suns, showing a one-sided trend.
No one in the digital team could resist Wang Tiejun's back attack in the low post. Together with the super giant Starbucks, the two teamed up to destroy the inside of the digital team.
Wang Tiejun played 30 minutes, and the rest of the time was left to Oliver Miller. The Suns management still wants to train this first-round pick so that he can be used as Wang Tiejun's substitute.
Colangelo and head coach Paul Westphal have considered it very clearly. With Wang Tiejun's back-up play and strong confrontation throughout the game, physical energy consumption is very high. Playing time must be controlled, which requires substitutes.
The two shared all the time at the fifth position. Mark West didn't even get a second. An injury reduced him from the main center to such a situation. At the end of the game, his old face was so dark that he couldn't even look at it.
, without saying hello to anyone, he angrily returned to the locker room.
Barkley scored 36 points and 16 rebounds in 38 minutes, winning the best of the game award.
Comrade Lao Wang made 8 of 9 shots. Philadelphia's inside line was weak and lacked confrontation. His offense was all about dunks after hitting the basket, but he missed one dunk. In addition, he made 2 of 5 free throws and scored 18 points, 9 rebounds and 3 rebounds.
Data of assists, 2 blocks, 3 turnovers and 4 fouls, including one personal error for an offensive foul.
Including mistakes and fouls, he has taken the ball 14 times, ranking second in the team, second only to Barkley. This is only his third game, which is very good. It shows that the team really wants to develop him.
Back in the locker room, Paul Westphal summarized the game and called Wang Tiejun aside to summarize his personal performance.
"Old K, you performed well tonight."
Paul Westphal first praised him, but when Comrade Lao Wang was beaming with joy, he was hit with a ladle of cold water:
"However, you made too many mistakes and fouls, which wasted a lot of our ball rights. At the same time, if you continue to maintain such a high number of fouls, it will eventually affect your playing time, which is very important."
Wang Tiejun nodded awkwardly and quickly assured: "Coach, don't worry, I will pay attention."
Paul Westphal said seriously: "Also, the reason why you got so many chances at the basket tonight is because Philadelphia's inside line is too soft.
Your finishing method is too monotonous. As long as you encounter a meat shield type insider with strong confrontation ability, the number of shots you take at the basket will be greatly reduced, so you must strengthen the training of your finishing skills."
"I know, coach.
"In addition, your rebounding ability still has a lot of room for improvement. Look at Barkley, he is twenty centimeters shorter than you, and his wingspan may be thirty centimeters, but he rebounds a lot more than you. You can
Ask him for rebounding skills and he will definitely be willing to teach you."
"I will, coach."
"Defensively, you are strong enough and not afraid of confrontation, but you have too little experience and are easily knocked down. If you run into Dameng, you will be easily knocked down by him..."
Paul Westphal analyzed Wang Tiejun for more than ten minutes and did not stop until the time of the post-match press conference was almost up.
The data tonight was good. Comrade Lao Wang was a little proud at first, but after this analysis, he sobered up.
"Overall, your performance is good. Now go take a shower, the locker room interview time is coming soon." Paul Westphal smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
