Chapter 648: 101 Points in a Single Game + Over 100 Million Viewership Ratings
Chapter 648: 101 points in a single game + ratings exceeding 100 million
At this time, the Knicks missed an attack and it was the Suns' turn to attack.
"Bang!"
Lao Wang missed the hook near the basket.
"Crack!"
Kurt Thomas jumped up hard and hit the ball over Stoudemire's head. Zhu Fangyu received the ball on the left wing and passed it in.
"Bang!"
This time, Lao Wang did not waste the opportunity, jumped up with all his strength, and dunked Taylor directly.
"Oh, 94 points, only 6 points away!" Barkley roared excitedly.
"He can also forcefully dunk the opponent. Old K's physical fitness is too strong! Just like Chamberlain back then. Chamberlain was really a monster that day. He played three overtimes and others couldn't beat him. He is still full of energy. Tonight, Chamberlain was
The same goes for K," said Kenny Smith.
"Bang!"
The Knicks were playing a run-and-gun game. Stoudemire cut inside and caught the ball. He lacked physical fitness and dunked away.
"Shh!"
The fans booed immediately.
Kurt Thomas, who came on as a substitute, was full of energy, returned to defense in time, and grabbed the rebound.
"Give it to old K!" Buckley shouted.
After Lao Wang crossed the midline, he saw Thomas rushing towards the landing point. There were no Knicks around, so he immediately turned back to the frontcourt.
When he rushed to the top of the arc, Thomas' ball came. He caught the ball with one hand, rushed forward, and smashed the ball to the floor. The next moment, he rushed into the paint area, caught the ball, and then went one step further.
Fly up.
The Knicks' substitute big man Taylor ran back, but he had no chance to stop him and could only watch as Lao Wang flew towards the basket.
"Bang!"
There was a violent sound of exploding baskets.
"Pa bang bang..."
Madison Square Garden was silent for a second, then burst into applause.
"96 points! 121:96, the Suns are already 25 points ahead." Kenny Smith shouted excitedly.
Barkley joked: "The Knicks' defense is almost nothing! D'Antoni is really good. The iron-blooded Knicks trained by Pat Riley back then, and then the Knicks in the Joe Shark era also valued defense. Now he is just
Half a month after taking office, the Knicks no longer see defense."
"85 million?"
At this time, Kenny Smith was shocked because the director had just told him the latest ratings through the headset.
"What?" Buckley was stunned for a moment.
"brush!"
Nash caught the ball in the frontcourt, faked a sudden shot, and hit a three-pointer. His legs could no longer run, but this offense only took 2.2 seconds from receiving the ball to entering the basket.
"Nash is buying time for Old K!" Kenny Smith sighed.
Barkley couldn't help laughing, and then said: "He doesn't have to fight for it. As long as the Suns' offense is concentrated in the hands of old K, with the physical fitness and condition he is showing now, there will be enough time to break Chamberlain's record."
"There are still 92 seconds left, there is indeed still time." Kenny Smith said.
The Suns advanced to the frontcourt, and the others pulled away, waiting for Lao Wang to get in and get into position.
"Double-team him!"
D'Antoni finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Old K entered the penalty area from the free throw line, White Chocolate passed the ball in.
At this time, Stoudemire rushed into the paint from the right waist, and Taylor was underneath. After receiving the ball, Wang immediately stood up and hooked, and his movements were very lifelike.
The next moment, both Taylor and Stoudemire jumped up.
At this time, Lao Wang collected the ball, turned right, stepped past Taylor, grabbed the ball with his left hand, and flew for a layup.
"Crack!"
Marion rushed in from the left wing, flew to block the shot, and hit Lao Wang's left forearm.
"Beep!"
The whistle sounded.
"Bang!"
The next moment he was hit, Lao Wang threw the ball hard towards the basket. The basketball hit the basket, paused for a moment, and then rolled into the basket.
"Two plus one, two plus one again, now it's 98 points! 98 points!" Su Qun's voice became shrill with excitement.
"Sean, thank you very much!"
Lao Wang patted Marion's head and walked to the free throw line.
Marion smiled bitterly.
"Jim, tell me quickly, how much is it?" Buckley asked the director tremblingly.
"95 million, just exceeded 95 million." Director Jim's voice was also trembling.
"95 million? God! Tonight's game is a Super Bowl. I believe it will exceed 100 million." Barkley murmured.
"95 million?"
At this moment, Stern couldn't sit still at all. He got up and walked around in front of the TV, his face flushed.
The entire professional sports event in the United States, that is, the Super Bowl, has the opportunity to exceed 100 million, and often exceeds 100 million. He never expected that the NBA would also have the opportunity to exceed 100 million.
At this moment, he decided that no matter how long it would take for Old K to reach his peak, even if it ended tomorrow, he would still elevate Old K to the altar.
"95 million?"
Jordan's face was full of shock. He couldn't believe that NBA games could have such high ratings.
At Madison Square Garden, after wiping a lot of sweat, Lao Wang took the ball thrown by the referee, dribbled it six times, paused briefly, and then hooked the ball toward the basket.
"Bang!"
After playing until now, my physical fitness is not enough, my hand feel is slightly worse, and the basketball hits the basket.
"99 points! 99 points! Old K, score one more goal, just one more goal..." Barkley stood up and shouted in excitement.
"There's still enough time." Kenny Smith chuckled.
At this time, countless people across the league, across the United States, and around the world, including China, were glued to their televisions.
When Chamberlain scored 100 points in a single game, there was no live TV broadcast, and there was no video. Not many people saw it, only a few thousand people at the scene, so people's impressions of that game only existed in rumors.
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But now, through live television, countless people around the world can witness the process with their own eyes. It is not an exaggeration to say that its influence is thousands of times, or even 100,000 times.
"Ninety-nine and eighty million, ninety-nine and eighty-five million, nine hundred thousand... God, our ratings are going to exceed 100 million!"
At this time, Buckley shouted excitedly.
"Broken! Broken! One hundred million! One hundred million..."
The next moment, Kenny Smith yelled in a chesty voice.
"Broken?"
Stern took a few deep breaths and felt his heart beating violently. He quickly walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the quick-acting heart-saving pills on the table next to him and swallowed one.
"One hundred million? Old K is really going to become a god! Become a god in one battle! D'Antoni, Knicks, you are the best pedal!"
Jordan murmured.
In Los Angeles, Kobe stood motionless in front of the TV. He now knew that he might not be able to surpass Old K in this life.
He suddenly turned back to his wife and said: "Vanessa, it's a good thing that old K didn't return to the Lakers. Otherwise, how would I have had a chance to get ahead? Maybe I would leave the Lakers like Nash and the others."
"Pfft!"
Vanessa laughed, but asked a question: "Kobe, you were born in the Suns and will retire in the future. Are you going to retire with the Lakers or return to the Suns?"
"this?"
Kobe thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I'm far from retiring, so I won't consider this issue now."
At this time, the Knicks attacked, Marion missed a shot in panic, Thomas grabbed the rebound and passed it to White Chocolate.
At this time, almost all Knicks fans stood up.
On the sidelines, the celebrities also stood up.
Fengshen Street, open-air basketball court, crowded with people.
Dabao and a large group of friends occupied a basketball court. There were two to three hundred people, all staring at a TV set on the side of the court.
"Dabao, if your dad gets a hundred points, will you treat me to a guest?" A child suddenly asked loudly.
"Yes, Dabao, you want to treat me." Others cheered.
Dabao touched his pocket and said helplessly: "Brothers, I only have three yuan. How about buying a few popsicles for everyone to take a bite?"
"One mouthful is not enough for one person, but one lick for one person, right?" a little guy said.
"Haha..." The entire basketball court burst into laughter.
At Madison Square Garden, Wang came to the free throw line, paused, and suddenly turned right after Taylor came up to him.
At this moment, when Lao Wang turned around and cut in, White Chocolate quickly lobbed the ball.
At this moment, the eyes of countless people around the world were focused on Wang Tiejun.
"Crack!"
Lao Wang caught the ball with his right hand as he turned around, raised it high, took a step forward, and jumped up.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the Knicks' basket was blown up.
"boom!"
Huge cheers rang out in Madison Square Garden, and at this moment, Knicks fans collectively rebelled.
"101! 101! 101!"
At this moment, countless people were shouting from the scene to all over the world.
"Ouch!"
Lao Wang, who fell to the ground, also opened his throat, raised his fists, and roared wildly.
Stern picked up the phone with trembling hands and dialed the number of the special assistant. The call was quickly connected. He didn't wait for the other party to speak, and said: "Listen, Ham, starting from tomorrow, I will only
I want to see Lao K’s promotional content.
In addition, contact the major media immediately. We must seize this opportunity and do a wave of publicity, so as not to waste this best opportunity."
"Yes, Mr. Stern, I'll be ready right away," Special Assistant Ham Philip said respectfully.
"And, most importantly, what we want to promote this time is not Old K, but the God of Basketball." Stern suddenly said seriously.
"What?" Tom Philip on the other end was stunned.
"Execute it."
Stern hung up the phone without any explanation.
In the CCTV commentary box, Su Qun said excitedly: "In 46 minutes, I made 38 of 42 shots, a terrifying 90.4% shooting percentage, 25 of 25 free throws, 101 points, 15 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 steal, 8 blocks, 2 turnovers and 4 fouls.
K played the most terrifying game in the history of basketball. I bet that no one can surpass him in the future, no one! Haha, thank you to the Knicks for your cooperation!"
"That's right, haha, 101 points, Tie Jun, played his peak performance tonight, haha, his peak period has just come..."
Zhang Lili was already excited and incoherent.
In the TNT commentary box, Barkley said excitedly: "Congratulations to Old K, 101 points! There is no doubt that you are the strongest person in history! No. 1 in history and No. 1 in active service.
At the same time, your game also broke all NBA single-game ratings records, with 109 million viewers in the United States."
"Congratulations to Old K! Congratulations to the Knicks as well, for becoming the only team in history to have been beaten by an opponent twice with individual points exceeding 100 points." Kenny Smith said loudly.
"Haha..." Buckley laughed endlessly.
At the scene, Wang was replaced and accepted the cheers of Knicks fans alone.
"Your Majesty the Sun King!"
When he came off the court, all the Suns' substitute players raised their hands in a gesture of worship amidst loud cheers.
"Ha ha……"
Lao Wang laughed heartily.
Time was running out, and both sides had no intention of playing. Soon after, the game ended, 128:101, and the Suns defeated the Knicks away from home.
Lao Wang and his teammates and friends came over to celebrate and accepted a live interview with TNT.
"Old K, congratulations! You scored 101 points in a single game, first in history. At the same time, the ratings exceeded 100 million!" the reporter said excitedly.
"What, the ratings exceeded 100 million?"
Lao Wang was stunned, this was something he had never thought of, something he had never thought of.
"What do you want to say most now?" the reporter asked again.
"Advertisers will make a fortune tonight!" Lao Wang blurted out.
"Haha..." The people around heard laughed.
Someone said loudly: "I agree with what Old K said. Super Bowl halftime ads cost one million dollars per second. Today's advertisers have made a lot of money."
"What a pity!"
Colangelo Jr. shook his head regretfully. If this was at the American West Arena, it would be perfect!
After the interview, Lao Wang and his teammates returned to the locker room, opened the door, and saw little Colangelo standing inside with a bottle of champagne in his hand.
"Bang!"
The next moment, he opened the cork, and Colangelo shook the bottle continuously, causing the champagne to spray out.
"Haha, is there anything else?"
Lao Wang and a group of others rushed in excitedly.
After celebrating lively for more than ten minutes, the two boxes of champagne prepared by Colangelo were all used up. At this time, Lao Wang had time to take out his mobile phone. There were a lot of missed calls and text messages on it, and he was about to read the text messages.
, the mobile phone rang again, the home phone.
After answering Feige's call, the call from agent Hawksman came in, followed by Kobe, Dayao, Dameng, Lightning, Thunder, Big Mouth Roberts, etc...
An hour later, the post-match press conference was held.
On the Knicks' side, the local New York media attacked D'Antoni.
"Coach D'Antoni, the Suns scored 127 points on your team. Do you think running and gunning without defense can really win the championship?" a New York Daily reporter asked.
"Mr. Reporter, you should know that our team has just been formed, the season has just begun, and we have just started to adjust." D'Antoni said.
"But the same goes for the Suns, and three of the Knicks' main lineup are from the Suns' main lineup. They played run-and-gun games last season, so running in is not a problem at all." the reporter questioned.
"The Suns are indeed the same as us, but they have Old K, and no one of us can stop his offense. That's why we lost tonight. We lost because of Old K, not run-and-gun tactics." D'Antoni concluded.
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The next reporter from New York Sports asked: "Mr. D'Antoni, do you think if the Knicks can reach the Finals and meet the Suns in the Finals, how sure are you of beating them?"
D'Antoni looked extremely ugly and reluctantly said: "I believe that after running in, our offensive ability will be improved. When our offense improves to another level, the Suns' defense will be torn to pieces by us.
You can also score 120 points, or even more, and defeating the Suns is not impossible."
"Mr. D'Antoni, Old K only played top-notch defense in the first quarter. In the next three quarters, he no longer defended at all, but attacked with all his strength. Do you think he intends to break Chamberlain's 100-point record with the Knicks? Do you think he has improved the statistics?
Suspected?" a Washington Post reporter asked next.
D'Antoni perked up and said quickly: "I think so too. I don't think Old K's 101 points tonight are so amazing. Who gets so many shots..."
At this point, he couldn't say it because he thought of Old K's shooting percentage tonight, 38 of 42. This efficiency can only show one thing. It is not Old K who is brushing up data, but his team's defense.
It was rotten to the point of scum, and it was rotten to the point where it allowed Old K to take whatever he wanted.
But he knows this is wrong. It's not that the Knicks' defense is really that bad, but that Old K really played an unprecedented explosive state tonight, like a giant beast invading the sheepfold. He really hit the basket under the basket.
