Chapter 281 Breaking the Postman's Three Ribs + Sweeping Jazz
Jeff Hornacek caught the ball, singled out Drexler, made a fake shot, then made a pull-up jumper and hit a long two-pointer.
10:6, Suns attack.
"Let's see how the Jazz defends. Oh, there is no contraction, the Jazz gave up the double team." Zhang Lijia shouted loudly.
From the low post on the left wing, the ball passed through the hands of Glider and passed to Wang Tiejun's hands.
He also observed that Chambers on the weak side did not come over, but was only close to the paint area. As long as he passes the ball to Green, he can return to defend at any time. If he relies on playing postman, he can also come to help defend. If it fails, he can return to defend the basket.
Down.
In this case, he will not pass the ball to Green.
Green is not a great shooter, and when Chambers returns to defense, his hit rate will not be too high.
And he won't be able to shoot two-pointers, because the Postman's defense is still very strong, and his shooting percentage here will not be very high. Once the shot is missed, both Jazz are inside and there is no way to grab offensive rebounds.
So at this time, we can only choose to attack by force.
Either use his strong attack to score directly, or use his strong attack to continue to compress the opponent's defense, forcing the opponent to double-team him further, and then distribute the ball.
"Bang!"
While dribbling, he began to forcefully hit the postman.
"Bang!"
The first hit is a tentative action, neither light nor heavy. It can have a certain impact on the postman's center of gravity and force the postman to defend with all his strength to avoid being suddenly pulled away by him during the second hit.
However, the postman was too experienced and had been knocked over by him. When his center of gravity was impacted, he knew that Lao Wang's second attack would follow, so he simply took half a step back.
, then stabilized the base and defended again.
This step-by-step defensive strategy really made Lao Wang's second attempt come to nothing.
"This is forcing me to take action."
The postman took the initiative to retreat and widened the distance between himself and him. He had no choice but to use his signature hook skill immediately with his bear step.
"Hook? Hit!"
Zhang Lili said happily: "Tie Jun hit the target in his first shot. It was a short-range hook from an open position. The postman retreated and didn't have time to defend himself."
Su Qun smiled and said: "The rhythm of Lao K's hook is very smooth. From the postman suddenly retreating to him getting up to take action, it is all done in one go."
Zhang Lili smiled and said: "Yes, his hook is the best. His throwing is a bit worse, and his technical movements are not as coherent as his hook."
12:6, Jazz attack.
In the last offense, Hornacek made a two-pointer. Today he has made two of three shots. He feels that his touch is good. This time he wants the ball again.
"Bang!"
Unfortunately, the ball missed and was almost blocked by Drexler.
Wang Tiejun protected the backcourt rebound and the Suns attacked.
Luo Lin analyzed: "The Suns succeeded in six of their seven attacks, including two dunks and four jump shots. The success rate was very high, far exceeding that of the Jazz. This is also the reason why the Jazz fell behind. They were unfavorable on both ends of the offense and defense."
Oldman said: "The main reason is that Old K is so good at attracting double teams. On the other hand, the Jazz, the Suns never double teams, they only defend alone. Apart from using pick-and-roll tactics to get open spaces, they cannot attract double teams.
Create openings. Today, Lao K broke the pick-and-roll to a good effect, preventing the postman from making one of three shots. If it hadn't been for the death ray gun that made two of four shots, the Jazz would have fallen further behind."
At this time, Wang Tiejun came to the low post on the left wing, and the postman defended. After he caught the ball, the Jazz still defended as before.
But this time, after he started to rely on beatings, the postman did not dare to retreat on his own initiative.
"Bang!"
On the second hit, the postman was knocked back a foot, Wang Tiejun also stepped into the paint area, and the three-second attack timer started.
Instead of turning around and slipping away, he continued to attack the postman. He wanted to use the most tyrannical fighting style to continue to attack the Jazz's pillar until he was destroyed.
"Bang!"
After the third hit, the postman, who was not strong enough in his lower body, could no longer bear it and took two steps back. The next moment, he saw Old K whizzing past him.
Chambers returned to defend the basket and saw Wang Tiejun flying up. He couldn't think of a way to block it, so he ducked down and got out of the way of the basket.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the basket above his head was exploded.
In the 11th minute of the first quarter, Wang Tiejun was still on the court. The score at this time was 30:18, and the Suns were already leading by 12 points.
He stormed a total of four goals and scored three times. Once, he really couldn't score and missed a nearly two-point hook shot.
The postman was hit so hard that his teeth were cracked and he was panting from exhaustion.
"Old K?"
Westphal shouted from the sidelines.
Lao Wang took one look, shook his head, and refused to give up.
The Jazz team will be completely eliminated today. If the postman cannot go down, how can he go down?
The Jazz then made a shot, and it was the Suns' turn to attack again.
"Hoo ho ho..."
The left wing was low, and the postman gasped and pushed up again.
"Postman, you are the first person who can really compete with me for a long time, not bad!" The ball was passed, Lao Wang said in a praising tone while observing.
"snort!"
The postman snorted coldly.
But strangely, a feeling of pride arose in his heart, which made him feel ashamed after he realized it.
"It's coming again, this is an absolute head-to-head confrontation!" Oldman shouted excitedly in the ESPN commentary box.
On the court, the left elbow used to block the position suddenly pushed outwards. After feeling the postman's resistance strengthen, he suddenly let go. The next moment, Wang Tiejun's relying on the fight began.
"not good!"
The moment his strength hit his body, the postman knew he had been fooled.
In the first four attacks, Old K's first hit was neither light nor hard, which paralyzed him. But this time, it was not light or hard, but full force.
"Bang!"
A heavy impact sounded.
Under the ferocious force of the blow, as his upper body swayed backwards, the postman's feet could not help but feel light. His front feet took a step back, and his back feet also retreated a little.
The next moment, the bear step was activated, and Wang Tiejun's second blow followed. His left shoulder and back hit the postman's left chest with great force.
"Bang!"
Amidst the extremely heavy impact, the postman screamed in pain, his upper body leaned back sharply, and with a bang, his back hit the floor, causing the floor to jump.
"oh!"
The whole audience burst into exclamations.
"Bang!"
At this time, Wang Tiejun had already shot up with the ball and dunked with one hand, turning the Delta Center Arena into deathly silence.
"yeah!"
The Suns players on the field, the bench, and the thousands of Suns fans in the audience cheered.
In the ESPN commentary box, Winston Rollin roared excitedly: "Beautiful! Old K turned into a siege monster and once again broke the Postman's defense. He once again captured the Jazz's basket. He is unstoppable in the low post.
!”
Oldman, who was equally excited, was about to say a few words when suddenly his eyes widened and he stared at the screen and shouted: "Oh, oh oh oh, the postman hasn't stood up yet, is he injured? He should be injured, he covered his head
It's on the left side of the chest. Could it be that the ribs were broken?"
Luo Lin looked at it and nodded: "It's possible that this is the fourth consecutive game that the postman has faced Old K. To be honest, the fact that he can persist until now shows how strong he is. Before Old K appeared, he was really
The strongest man in the league.”
At this time, Jazz went from the bench to the auditorium. The atmosphere was very gloomy and everyone was at a loss.
The reason is of course very simple. The team's pillar and spiritual leader, postman Karl Malone, could not play and was helped off the field.
After a simple examination, the team doctor confirmed that the postman's third to fifth ribs were all broken and he could no longer be beaten.
"This is the result of dozens of hundreds of impacts. His ribs have long been overwhelmed. There may have been bone fractures, but we can't see them."
The team doctor's heavy voice sounded in front of the Jazz bench, directly destroying all the Jazz's will and morale.
"Give up."
Jerry Sloan's tired voice sounded, symbolizing the end of the Jazz's playoff run.
"I want to gain weight."
The postman's voice sounded with reluctance and determination.
He gently stroked his chest. The muscles here were not strong enough. He needed a thicker layer of muscle and fat to defend against Old K's strength.
He must become stronger. Before the series, he knew that the Jazz could not beat the Suns, so he wanted to drag the Suns and Old K to death. But now that the Jazz were about to be swept, the disappointment in his heart made him have the urge to cry, and he continued
Getting stronger is his only thought now.
Jerry Sloan opened his mouth and sighed secretly.
He is already 127 kilograms. If he adds more weight, the postman's moving speed will be even worse, and how many years can his knees last?
As the Jazz gave up, the Suns also replaced their main players, and Wang Tiejun also returned to the bench.
At this time in Los Angeles, Old Bass turned off the TV.
He witnessed the strongest postman in the league fall under Old K's terrifying blow, and was hit with broken bones and tendons. The terrifying lethality really made him drool.
Who is the postman? The strongest guy in the league. The latitude of his upper arm is more than 50 centimeters. The guy with the arm can run a horse. But even such a strong person will still fall at the feet of old K.
Jerry West hopes to get O'Neal more. He thought so before, but now he doesn't think so. Now he hopes to get Lao K.
Moreover, O'Neal still has one year of contract, and Old K should opt out of the last year of his contract. This should be the big guy that the Lakers have the best chance of acquiring.
"Jerry, go all out to pursue the old K club, a billion-dollar contract, luxury house equipment, free season tickets, unlimited fire rights, core tactical status, team leader, publicity resources, these are not problems."
After figuring out what he wanted most, he immediately called general manager Jerry West and said only this sentence.
Putting down the phone, Jerry West began to comb his hair.
What worries him is not that it is difficult to choose between O'Neal and Old K, but that it is difficult to get both of them. The Magic and Suns will not let go, and it is difficult for him to get either one.
Moreover, he faces many competitors. Both giants are so young and can become the cornerstone of a team. Who wouldn't want that?
And he still can't meet with Old K's agent, not even executive agent Lance Hoxman.
"Damn caa!" he muttered.
There have been big problems with CAA's senior management recently, but outsiders don't know what the specific problems are, and no media can dig them out. Only people like him who are eager to contact CAA can feel that something is wrong.
He has contacted Jay Maloney and Lance Hoxman many times, but these two people are currently completely unable to spare time to deal with Old K's affairs, and Hoxman told him on the phone that before the end of the season, he will also
I'm not going to discuss Lao K's issue.
Michael Ovitz, the president of CAA, has made frequent moves in the past two years and has been involved in several major events. He estimates that the fluctuations in CAA have something to do with Ovitz.
But this company has its own unique corporate culture and the so-called cost of betrayal, so even if there is a problem with Ovitz, it will not be a real blow to CAA.
Therefore, he believed that as long as some time passed and the CAA calmed down, he could formally conduct interviews with Jamalone and Lance Hoxman.
At the Delta Center Arena in Salt Lake City, with two whistles, the game ended, and the Suns' side cheered.
"Congratulations to the Suns, who swept through two rounds and entered the Western Conference Finals with their heads high. Congratulations to Old K, too, for fulfilling your promise of sweeping the Jazz." Luo Lin said with a smile.
"Yes, the Suns have become the first team to enter the finals and have the advantage of waiting for work. Next, whether it is the Spurs or Mosaic, if they cannot end the second round series as soon as possible, they will face physical disadvantages in the Western Conference Finals." O'Dea
Mann said.
On the sidelines, Lao Wang was being interviewed live by ESPN TV.
"Old K, I heard that the postman had three more ribs broken by you. Do you want to say something about this?" the reporter asked.
"Sorry, why did you add 'and'?" Lao Wang asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"What are you pretending to be? Who doesn't know that you were the postman last time?"
The reporter complained secretly in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Sorry, I made a mistake, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."
Nodding, Lao Wang said: "I'm sorry that the postman was injured. I hope he recovers soon."
"Why didn't there be any changes when playing in the low post today? There were no fake moves, no slip-ups, and the force-pushing style of the previous two seasons was restored. Is this intentional?" the reporter asked again.
"certainly."
Lao Wang didn't mean to hide anything, and said: "When you are facing a tough guy like the postman, you have to use the toughest way to deal with him, otherwise how can he convince me?"
The reporter was startled and nodded helplessly, agreeing with Lao Wang’s reason because it was in line with Lao K’s usual style of conduct.
"Old K, I heard that you plan to gain weight?" he asked again.
"You are very well-informed. I rarely talk about these things to the outside world," Lao Wang said.
The reporter said proudly: "I have inside information."
Lao Wang didn't mind who revealed the news. The Suns management and coaching staff knew about his plan. He smiled and said: "I do have this plan at the moment. I will talk about the specific situation."
"That means you are likely to continue to gain weight, so aren't you worried that it will affect your physical fitness and athletic ability?" the reporter asked in surprise.
Lao Wang said: "It may have an impact, but my weight gain has always been at a very slow pace. I have only gained weight three times in the past three years, each time gaining 3 kilograms. I believe this is the most scientific weight gain."
It'll probably allow me to maintain my current athletic ability."
"Congratulations, Old K, you have the best strength trainer." The reporter smiled.
…
"Damn, why didn't my agent find such a good trainer for me?" Orlando City, O'Neal muttered dissatisfied.
If his agent heard what he said here, he would probably yell: Is that what you call weight gain? No, what you call weight gain, no matter how good the trainer is, it will not work for you. Burgers and Coke are your best.
trainer.
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After returning to the locker room and taking a medicinal bath for a while, the result of another G4 game came out. The Spurs defeated Mosaic and the two teams tied at two.
This is the best result for the Suns. It would be best if the Spurs and Mosaic reach the tiebreaker. The Western Conference Finals will be much easier.
Lao Wang was so happy that he called Buckley.
"Hello, old K."
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and Buckley's weak voice came through.
"Charles, who drained your energy? Have you been played by a dozen beauties?" Lao Wang teased.
"Fuck you!" Buckley smiled helplessly over there.
"Two draws, two draws. You and Dameng can't do it. With my medicinal bath and massage, you can't beat the Spurs? It seems that my plan to kill you in the Western Conference Finals is going to come to nothing." Lao Wang said with a smile.
"Dream! Old K, you will wait for us. After two more games, we will enter the Western Conference Finals, and then kill you like last season." Dameng's fierce voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side.
"Old guy, are you afraid you haven't woken up?" Lao Wang said disdainfully.
"Hmph, wait for me, we will kill the Spurs." Dameng's voice became quieter, and Barkley's voice sounded: "Old K, your medicinal bath and massage are indeed effective. Let's finish the game.
Afterwards, the body can recover from fatigue faster. But the Spurs' lineup is more reasonable than ours, and we are not as good as them on the perimeter, so it is a bit difficult to play."
"Damn Suns, you stole our glider, you are so shameful!" Dameng's voice suddenly increased in volume and turned into a roar.
"Haha..." Lao Wang laughed.
Drexler next to him also smiled bitterly. He did not regret being traded to the Suns. After all, he was very hopeful of winning the coveted championship this year. How could he regret it?
