At 7:35, President David Stern arrived at the American West Arena holding the Podoloff Cup, accompanied by the elder Colangelo and several league executives.
At this time, in the player tunnel, the main players of the two teams are preparing to play.
"Sir, you are so powerful!"
Lao Wang tilted his head and looked at the postman and others, feeling different from the regular season.
At this time, the visiting team started to play, and several people ran out one after another.
Lightning came over at this time and said to Lao Wang: "Old K, these people have been suppressed by us for several years. The postman has suffered heavy losses at your hands several times. Now that he has gained strength, I am afraid that he will have to fight with you this time.
We worked hard."
"Be careful, this is our home court, we must win it." Lao Wang nodded.
"Lightning! Lightning..."
At this time, the home team came on the stage, Lightning ran out first, and the audience immediately cheered loudly.
"Sun King! Sun King..."
With Wang Tiejun's appearance, the audience stood up and the loudest cheers rang out.
"mvp! mvp! mvp..."
As Wang Tiejun made his final appearance, the cheers from the American West Arena gradually converged into a huge sound.
Lao Wang waved to the fans and came to the front of David Stern. He was very excited and the smile on his face never stopped.
"mvp! mvp..."
The fans' cheers never stopped, and even got louder and louder.
"Old K, congratulations. You are the best performer this season. I hope you can continue this outstanding performance in the Western Conference Finals."
David Stern first handed the trophy to Old K. It was quite heavy for him, almost 15 pounds, and then gave his own congratulations.
"Thank you, Mr. Stern." Lao Wang took the trophy, thanked him, and raised the trophy toward the fans.
"boom!"
The atmosphere in the audience suddenly reached its peak.
"Kacha kacha..."
Surrounded by a large number of reporters and teammates, Lao Wang walked around the court to accept congratulations from his friends and take photos together.
Thunder God, Glider, and Dameng all had front-row tickets provided by the Suns. Lao Hu and Wang Tieshan sat in the two front row seats of Lao Wang, and in the second and third rows behind were a dozen brothers from the K-Martial Arts School.
Lao Wang ran here and stood with them, let the reporter take a picture, and then continued to circle around.
"Hey, Winona, long time no see."
"Old K, congratulations."
"Thanks!"
"Old K, I've been broken up in love recently."
"No, I don't want to be a spare tire."
"Not even for a day?"
"Not even an hour."
"Are you dying?"
"Don't you know if I can do it?"
"roll!"
When I came to a group of celebrities, I also stopped to take pictures and chatted with familiar people.
"Brother Fei, look, that Bellucci has appeared again. He is so beautiful. I am worried about you, but you are not worried?"
"It doesn't seem like she is."
"It seems that she is the heroine of Scissorhands. Old K hooked up with her again?"
"That's right, Brother Fei, don't be careless and send us over quickly to keep an eye on it."
"Brother Fei, you lost Jingzhou because of your carelessness!"
"Teacher Yu?"
"boss?"
In the large restaurant of Wang Tiejun's private training center on Fengshen Street in the capital, a group of men and women from Nortel cheered.
Yu Feihong was feeding rice oil to Dabao. The boy, who was not yet eight months old, ate a small bowl and stared into the bowl with his mouth open.
"Come on, don't say yes or no." She said with some dissatisfaction.
"Brother Fei, let's not talk about the Western Conference Finals, but the Finals?" Jiang Wu came closer and said with a flattering look on his face.
"You really want to go? Don't you have a movie to film in a few days?" she said angrily.
"Pushed, I pushed." Jiang Wu said quickly.
"Lao Jiang, you pushed the show aside? Why didn't I know? If you don't film, when will you pay me back the money you lent me?" Huang Sanshi next to him said in surprise.
"Jiang Wu, you are really good!"
Yu Feihong glared at Jiang Wu, "We finally found a crew for you, but you turned it down? Your face would be great if it was filmed, but you still dare to turn it down?"
Jiang Wu laughed. He has such a personality. If he wants to go to the finals, why should he film? He is not the leading actor.
"Brother Fei, please make arrangements. My passport is ready and my tourist visa has been applied for. If you don't make arrangements, I will go by myself." Jiang Wu said with a smile.
"Are you rich?" Yu Feihong asked curiously.
"No, aren't we going to ask you to borrow some dollars?" Jiang Wu said with a smile.
"Get out!" Yu Feihong said angrily.
Jiang Wu had no choice but to say: "Then you really don't want to arrange it, so I have to ask Jiang Wen to borrow it. He seems to have some US dollars in his hand."
"Jiang Wen, then you can borrow some for me and we can go together to have a companion." Huang Sanshi said quickly.
"No problem. My brother has at least three to four thousand US dollars on hand. If we borrow some more, we should be able to get enough money for two one-way tickets." Jiang Wu said.
"What can we eat and drink there, and how do we get to Phoenix?" Huang Sanshi asked.
"Let's just walk to beg for food! When we meet people, we will tell them that we are old K's brothers, and we came to the United States specifically to cheer him up." Jiang Wu said after giving Yu Feihong a sideways look.
"Pfft, haha..."
A group of people behind him couldn't hold it in any longer and started laughing.
Yu Feihong looked at these two people with a look of disgust, "Can you just die and die? Why are you talking about this next to me?"
"Okay, okay, even if your acting skills are passable, I can't bear it anymore. You need to get your passports and visas ready first and see if the Suns can reach the finals." She said helplessly.
"Oh ho!"
Jiang Wu screamed strangely and was so excited that he snatched Dabao over and wanted to kiss his little face, but Dabao pushed him away in disgust.
"Brother Fei, do we all have a share?" A group of people rushed forward excitedly.
"No, tickets for the finals are very popular, and you can't get that many. Hey, I told you first that I'm only responsible for the home games, and there's nothing I can do about the away games." Yu Feihong said.
"Just the home court, just the home court." Jiang Wu and Huang Sanshi said quickly.
"Brother Fei, where are we?" Others shouted.
"Why don't I just watch the TV broadcast? How can I invite you to watch the game, with food and drinks, and a swimming pool and gym behind it? I feel wronged by you, but you still have to go to the United States to watch the game live?" Yu Feihong said.
"Lao Jiang and Lao Huang, if you don't treat us today, this matter is not over yet. It's just the two of you who will go together."
"that is."
The other group of people felt aggrieved and began to vent their anger on Jiang Wu and Huang Sanshi.
"Okay, no problem." Seeing that the situation was not good, Huang Sanshi had no choice but to agree to the treat.
"Old Huang, take the money." Jiang Wu was even more cheerful, since he had no money anyway.
At eight o'clock, the American West Arena, the Western Conference Finals G1 game officially started.
At this time, Jordan turned on the TV at home, as did Phil Jackson, and O'Neal, all tuned to the TNT channel.
"Crack!"
Rasheed Wallace and Campbell jumped the ball, the Suns attacked, and the Jazz quickly retreated from the backcourt.
Lao Wang first went down to the low position on the left wing, and Campbell defended.
There is a tonnage difference of five kilograms between the two. For their heavy tonnage, this is not a big difference.
The others pulled away, and Rasheed Wallace moved to the right corner. The postman stood on the right low post, with a distance, staring at the bottom corner and the left low post, fully prepared to help defend.
Kidd was holding the ball, and he was not being defended by Jazz point guard Stockton, but by shooting guard Jeff Hornacek.
"Okay, now the Jazz are changing defense. Stockton is as tall as Lightning, so he can't guard against Kidd. The death ray gun is only two centimeters lower than Kidd. The defense is fierce and fierce, but the tonnage is just the same."
At the TNT live broadcast, guest Barkley dominated the show and shouted excitedly.
"Whoosh!"
First, he made a move to pass the ball to the right wing, and then Kidd suddenly passed the ball to the low post of the left wing.
It was this fake move that slowed down the postman's defense by half a beat. By the time he reacted and rushed into the paint, Wang Tiejun had already received the ball, and then made a fierce back arch that knocked Campbell's center of gravity.
The next moment, Wang Tiejun turned around and slipped to the bottom.
He saw the postman who was defending, but after taking the first step, he still flew towards the basket without any intention of flinching.
At this time, the postman, who was short of time, only had time to return to the position of the basket. He was unable to form a block on the left side of the basket, let alone form a double-team to help defend. It was only a supplementary defense.
He jumped up to block the shot and had to jump in the collision area. The two of them collided in the air instantly.
At this moment, countless people at the scene opened their mouths, and several commentators in the commentary box also stared at the basket, their attention was highly concentrated.
"Bang!"
As the violent sound of the basket exploded, the postman turned over in response. The 130 kilogram tonnage could not withstand Wang Tiejun's impact.
With a tonnage of 135 kilograms, Lao Wang's explosive power of 86, and speed of 79, the impact force formed when jumping is definitely not weaker than O'Neal, and cannot be resisted by the postman.
"ah!"
The American West Arena seemed to explode, and the whole stadium roared with cheers. Countless fans stood up and waved their fists.
The first goal was this extremely domineering leaping dunk, which instantly aroused the adrenaline of all the home fans, and their emotions were flying rapidly, just like racing on a highway with no speed limit.
"Yeah yeah..."
As far away as the other side of the Pacific Ocean, in Fengshen Street, various places in Cangzhou, and at the open-air basketball courts of the May 7th Brigade, countless people were also cheering.
"Ahhhhh...this is Old K! He is our Sun King, a super giant beast! He is irresistible! Jazz, you will be torn to pieces by him, give up resistance, this is your only
The way out!" A live commentator rushed up from his seat, grabbed the microphone and shouted excitedly.
"Old K dunks the postman at the beginning. This is a sign that we are going to brutalize the Jazz tonight." Another on-site commentator yelled crazily.
"Oh, old K is still so rude to the postman, haha! Old K, can you be gentler to him?" Buckley shouted excitedly.
Bill Walton quickly interjected: "Charles, can you tell me what happened between Old K and the postman in the bathroom? You should know some inside information."
"Oh, that's a story that has to be told between two men. Let me tell it in detail."
Buckley laughed. He seemed to see that the ratings were soaring, and he would be able to sign a big contract with TNT by this time next year.
When O'Neal saw this ball at his home, his throat moved involuntarily and he took a deep breath.
From this attack, he actually saw that Old K's explosive power had reached almost the same level as him, which really made him feel incredible.
"You have to work hard, or you will be pushed further away by him." He clenched his fists and murmured unwillingly.
At the American West Arena, Wang Tiejun got off the basket, looked down at the postman at his feet, and tugged a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
This is the showdown he gave to the Jazz and to the postman. Anyone and teams who want to stop him from winning the championship this year must be mentally prepared to be crushed. No one can easily follow him and the Suns to the top.
He himself is fully mentally prepared to face all challenges and difficulties, and will fight with all his strength for the championship and honor.
Jazz offense.
Stockton advanced with the ball and Kidd defended.
"Pay attention to the pick-and-roll!" Assistant coach Lewis shouted on the sidelines.
The postman entered the low post and saw Rasheed Wallace guarding him. A cold look flashed in his eyes. At this time, he saw Stockton reaching the top of the key and ran up quickly.
"Be careful with high pick-and-rolls!" Lewis reminded again.
Rasheed Wallace followed up to the high post. When the postman and Stockton were engaged in a pick-and-roll, he first blocked Stockton who broke through through the wall, and then stayed in the high post, leaving Kidd to chase Stockton.
Dayton.
"There is no defense change." Su Qun shouted loudly.
Stockton circled to the right elbow and then went straight into the paint.
At this time, Campbell had already pulled out of the paint area and stood one step inside the left corner. Lao Wang followed him to the left sideline of the paint area. When he saw Stockton entering the paint area, he immediately chose to return to defend the basket.
.
When Campbell saw it, he was immediately ready to catch the ball.
"Bang!"
At this moment, Stockton chose to pass the ball and passed the ball from Lao Wang's feet to the open Campbell.
On the left wing, Horry had turned down to defend Campbell. The latter saw Horry arriving and quickly threw the ball upward to the open small forward Russell.
When the ball was passed here, the Suns had no way to make up the defense, because Kidd at the top of the key had already followed Stockton into the paint area and couldn't make up the defense at all, and Rasheed Wallace, who stayed in the high post, didn't dare to.
Put the postman, and his defense speed is not that fast, so Russell got a very big opening.
"brush!"
Russell was very decisive. As soon as he raised the knife and dropped it, there was a splash of water and he hit a three-pointer.
"Through a pick-and-roll and two passes, the Jazz easily tore apart the Suns' defense and created a large opening. This was a very successful tactical cooperation." Barkley said with an appreciative tone.
"Frequent pick-and-rolls, frequent running and passing, these are the characteristics of the Jazz." Bill Walton nodded.
Bass Felton laughed: "In the Jazz's starting lineup, Russell, Hornacek, and Stockton can all shoot three-pointers. Among them, Russell has the largest three-pointer, averaging per game this season.
They took 3.3 shots, with a hit rate of 40.9%. The Death Ray Gun only took 2.2 shots, with a hit rate of 36.9%. Stockton took 2.4 shots, with a hit rate of 42.2%. Their three-pointers are not as good as the Sonics, but they should not be underestimated."
At this time, the Suns advanced to the frontcourt, and Kidd carried Hornacek close to the top of the key.
Hornacek's height is not a disadvantage, but his tonnage is a bit disadvantageous, and he cannot withstand him.
Lao Wang was asking for the ball from below, and noticed that the postman on the weak side had already rushed over. After getting the ball, he suddenly turned around and wanted to get into the paint area from above, avoid the postman's double team, and get to the basket.
But at this moment, Campbell took a step up and blocked him with his shoulder. Then the postman took the opportunity to change direction and blocked him in front. He did not choose to shoot, nor could he pass to Rashidwar who was open on the weak side.
Laish, so it was passed back to Kidd.
At this moment, the Lightning suddenly started from the right wing, ran away from Stockton, and immediately cut back to the basket.
"Bang!"
Kidd, who had just received the ball, saw the Lightning running back, and he predicted the Lightning's inward cut and open space in advance. He made a ground pass and passed the ball to the right waist position of the paint area, where he predicted.
The inside line of the lightning strike.
Sure enough, when the ball bounced, the lightning cut right into that position. The next step was a small throw and hit a ball. Neither Campbell nor the postman could reach the defensive position and missed a beat.
"I can do this move inside. The Lightning is not as fast as me, nor as high as me. Why don't you let me, an orthodox shooting guard, go up?" Kobe muttered on the bench.
Chapman next to him glanced at Kobe, shook his head and said, "A veteran like me doesn't even have a chance. You, a rookie, still want to play in the Western Conference Finals?"
The assistant coach Nelson standing in front looked back at Chapman. This veteran's offense is still good, but his body is too fragile, and he only played in the playoffs with the Heat last season, averaging 9 points in 30 minutes per game. He is seriously lacking in the playoffs.
He has no game experience, so the coaching staff does not dare to give him much time. The sixth man of the team is still veteran Wilkins.
As for Kobe, he has not yet developed his body, his skills are not solid, and his shooting is unstable. How can he be allowed to play in such a crucial game?