The referee came to Wang Tiejun, first gave him a defensive foul, two free throws, and then gave him a technical foul. This was a slap in the face for Jordan. Two free throws and one throw, which added up to four free throws and one throw.
, and finally pointed outward, and sent him off directly.
"..."
It was fine when I threw Pippen, and I only got a defensive foul, but Jordan hit me too, so it didn't matter to him. I just pushed him away and sent him off directly. Lao Wang was confused. It was obviously Jordan who attacked him first.
, why not give him a technical offense?
"Shh!"
This was the home court. Seeing the referee's penalty, countless home fans booed him angrily.
"He hit me, he punched me, didn't you see? Here, he hit me here, and I just pushed him away. You should also give him a technical foul and send him down, not me."
Lao Wang yelled at the referee angrily.
"Don't be like this, old K, calm down!"
Barkley quickly stepped forward to stop him and yelled at the referee. He was asking for a whistle, and he would probably be called for another technical foul.
Jordan, who was not far away, snorted disdainfully, "What is your identity? What is my identity? What if I hit you? If I hit you, I will send you off. This is my card. This is the rule of the NBA."
As expected by Barkley, the referee didn't care what Wang Tiejun thought. With cold eyes, he blew the whistle at Lao Wang again, gestured with his hands, and once again violated his physical skills. This was a punishment for shouting at the referee, and then he shouted at Wang Tiejun.
He pointed his finger from outside the court, signaling Wang Tiejun to leave the court immediately.
"oh!"
"Shh!"
First there was an outburst of exclamations, and then it turned into a huge tsunami of boos. Countless middle fingers were pointed at the referee, and a lot of curses greeted the referee's family.
"What the hell!" Lao Wang swore at the referee, which means the referee didn't understand, otherwise the third technical foul would come again.
"Old K, calm down, this is inevitable in the NBA..." Barkley and others quickly pulled Wang Tiejun off the court.
"Old K, we will appeal. You go back to the locker room first." Head coach Paul Westphal shouted from the sidelines.
"Chop suey!"
Comrade Lao Wang swore that the next time something like this happens, he will first push Jordan to the floor and beat him violently, otherwise he will be sent off.
He picked up the basket on his seat, waved to the fans, and walked toward the tunnel.
"Pa bang bang..."
The audience burst into warm applause.
"Old K, you are an invincible beast under the basket. You did nothing wrong. Don't let anyone dunk you. Never let anyone dunk you..."
At the entrance of the players tunnel, an eight or nine-year-old black boy shouted at him in a high voice.
Wang Tiejun smiled, nodded towards the little boy, and asked, "Little guy, your accent is not local."
"I'm from North Carolina, my dad brought me here." The child glanced at the middle-aged man next to him and said.
"Then you should support Jordan." The father of Lao Dynasty's child nodded and asked doubtfully.
"I support him, but I also like you very much. You are great. I wish I could be as tall and strong as you in the future." The child smiled.
"What's your name?" Lao Wang asked.
"Chris, Chris Paul."
The child said as he handed over a jersey. After shaking it open, it was Wang Tiejun's home jersey No. 33, and shouted: "Old K, sign your name for me."
"good."
Lao Wang took the pen from Chris Paul and wrote his name on the jersey.
After signing it, he regretted it. The word was too ugly, so he simply added the letter "k" for boss at the bottom.
"Can you let me touch it?"
After taking back the jersey and not looking at it in a hurry, Chris Paul pointed to the basket in Wang Tiejun's hand and asked excitedly.
"certainly."
Wang Tiejun smiled and handed it over.
"Oh, great! This is the best collection. Daddy, please help me and Lao K take pictures."
After receiving the basket, Chris Paul became excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He directly put it on his body and stood up to let his dad take pictures.
"Kacha kacha kacha..."
Paul's father was also very happy and took several photos of his son and Wang Tiejun before giving up.
"Goodbye, Chris Paul."
"Goodbye, old K."
Watching Wang Tiejun disappear into the player tunnel, Chris Paul excitedly picked up his jersey and looked at it.
"What are the three characters above? Is it Lao K's Chinese name? It's amazing!"
When he saw the three big characters that looked like chicken feet, he felt very interesting, then folded them carefully and put them in his backpack.
Although Wang Tiejun was sent off the field, Jordan did not stop, but became more violent and kept attacking, torturing Dan Malli to the point of death.
However, the Suns are already very strong. Even if Wang Tiejun was sent off, Barkley, Kevin Johnson, and Dan Marr formed the Suns' three-headed monster, so they were as good as the Bulls.
But in the end, relying on Jordan's unparalleled firepower and the top perimeter defense formed with Pippen, the Bulls had the last laugh, defeating the Suns in the final quarter.
In the final game, 112:108, the Bulls defeated the Suns in an away game.
Jordan, who was completely enraged, made 20 of 36 shots, with a shooting percentage of 55.5%, 1 of 3 three-pointers, and 10 of 11 free throws. He scored 51 points, fulfilling his pre-game promise of scoring 50.
Barkley scored 33 points in a single game, Wang Tiejun scored 18 points in 23 minutes, and Kevin Johnson, who had just come back, was in poor condition and only scored 8 points, unable to stop Jordan's madness.
Jordan not only scored crazy points on the offensive end, but also defended Dan Marley from a very low level on the defensive end. Marley was the Suns' second scoring point, averaging 16 points per game, but he made 2 of 13 shots in this game and only scored 6 free throws.
points and three turnovers.
After working hard all game, they finally lost the game. The Suns players left very frustrated.
"Don't provoke me. If you provoke me, they will end up like this."
During the on-site interview after the game, Jordan looked sideways at the Suns players who were leaving sadly, and said coldly to the media reporters:
"From today on, that rookie's team will be my mortal enemy, Michael Jordan, for life."
But at this time, the left side of his face had become swollen, and ice packs could not remove the swelling, which made him very embarrassed. The annoying media kept patting his left face. After he said this,
He also left quickly.
In the home team's locker room, while others were taking a shower, Wang Tiejun sat there and turned on the system.
Although he was sent off tonight, he got a basket and was not dunked, so he was rewarded with 300 points. Now he has 600 points.
"In a few days, I will exchange for a strength training card. I have to continue this. I will exchange for a speed training card at the end of next month. I will continue to save the rest and exchange it for a synthetic card later. That thing will improve my strength very quickly. But my other martial arts
I don’t know if I can still do it without the help of an iron mountain." He made a good deal in his mind.
The next day on the 25th, the team did not train, and Wang Tiejun trained by himself at home.
The next game is against Mosaic at home on the 27th, and he will face Dameng again.
In the morning, the media across the United States, not just the sports media, but also other media, all had the news that Jordan was slapped in the face last night on the front page. He was completely famous this time.
But almost all the media only mentioned that Old K slapped Jordan, and did not mention that Jordan punched Old K first, which completely biased the public opinion.
Countless Jordan fans called the Suns' publicity department, and all external calls were bombarded with abuse.
