Chapter 155 Chances of winning the championship

   Lying in the bathtub, Wang Tiejun habitually turned on the system and took a look.

   Just now, he completed all the training content of rebounding for three months. He has been promoted by four levels before, and now he has been promoted by one level, reaching level 86.

   The other two trainings started at the end of April and lasted for two months. The flexibility has been improved by one level. Now it is level 66. The speed has not changed.

   "Tie Jun, the game has started." At this time, Lao Zhang shouted loudly in the living room downstairs.

   "The Bull will definitely sweep the Knights, nothing to see, I'll soak for a while." He replied loudly.

   "Brother Zhang, you're fine these days!"

   He had been soaking for half an hour before coming downstairs, and saw Lao Zhang holding a bottle of beer in his left hand and a plate of shaking pig ears in his right, and his saliva came out immediately.

"what about the taste?"

   "I made it myself, it's not bad, why don't you eat it? The pig ears are not very high in calories, and they are medium-calorie food without any oil. I have prepared chopsticks for you." Lao Zhang laughed.

   "Then have something to eat?"

The tone of    was a bit hesitant, but the action of picking up the chopsticks was not hesitant, but he stopped when he was about to put a few pieces in his mouth.

   "This oil is still a bit too much!"

   He took a mug, poured a glass of beer, and washed the pork ear meat in it before stuffing it into his mouth and chewing.

   "There are only a few drops of oil in total, I think you want to drink beer, right?" Lao Zhang said angrily.

"Ha ha…"

   He laughed and didn't bother to wash it, so he picked up the cup and said to his mouth, "Just this cup, don't persuade me again, and persuade me to turn against you again, none of the brothers can do it."

   "Where did I persuade you, are you embarrassed?" Lao Zhang said angrily.

   "Hey, Brother Zhang, I feel very tired now, do you think you need to take care of yourself?" he asked.

   "Tie Jun, you can bring a few less girls to your home. That's a hundred times better than health care." Lao Zhang joked.

   "Stop making fun of me!"

   At 11:30, the game between the Bulls and the Cavaliers ended. As he expected, the Bulls defeated the Cavaliers and entered the Eastern Conference Finals.

   After sweeping the Eagles in the first round, the Bulls swept the Cavaliers again.

  Zhang did a reasonable calculation and said: "103:101, we won by two points. Jordan's efficiency in the last two games was average. Tonight's 45.8 hit rate was 6 percentage points lower than the team's overall hit rate.

   He seems to be playing 50% of the time, 44.4% in G2 and 53% in G1. It seems that his performance is not too stable, which may be related to the opponent's defense.

  Tonight, most of his shots were in double teams, and he could hit 45.8%, which is already very strong. "

   "31 points and 9 rebounds, this guy is very good at rebounding!" Wang Tiejun said.

"The Bulls are average on the inside, especially the No. 5 position is not good now, and they have to rely on them to fight for rebounds on the outside. You don't know, as a shooting guard, Jordan is the Bulls' rebounding third this season, and also in the playoffs. The same, second only to Grant and Pippen. But if you meet the Bulls, you should have an advantage in rebounding." Zhang Li said.

   "That's for sure." Old Wang smiled.

   Zhang Lili said again: "But Jordan's scoring ability is really bursting. He averaged 31 points per game in four games in the second round. This is the playoffs!"

Pharaoh smacked his mouth. Even if he was given enough shots, with his energy-consuming style of play, he would still not be able to cut down this average statistic. Maybe once in a while, it would be possible, but it would never be possible in a series. Possibly, if you increase the shot when the physical energy consumption is too large, it is certain that the offensive efficiency will drop sharply.

   On the second day, the defending champion Bulls were touted and praised by all the media, and their chances of winning the championship soared in major media.

  ESPN increased the Bulls' championship probability from 51% to 75% in one fell swoop, and the increase given by other media is not small.

  Although the Suns got the match point in the second round and the Western Conference finals are in sight, the probability of winning the championship given by ESPN is still 38% before the first round.

   This makes Barkley very dissatisfied. The Suns are leading 3-1 anyway, and the Western Conference finals are in sight. You have to make an adjustment, right?

   He turned off the TV savagely and said to his wife Maureen: "Honey, do you think they are fair?"

   "Honey, don't be angry, look at the reasons given by ESPN." His wife Maureen handed over a newspaper.

  Bacley's nose crooked when he glanced at it.

  My dear, let me see this thing, are you mad at me on purpose? He crumpled the newspaper, ready to consume it later in the bathroom.

There is an ESPN explanation in the newspaper about the Suns' chances of winning the championship. ESPN believes that the state of the Suns' two major insiders will continue to be weak, and this state is likely to continue. He and the old K will drag down the entire team's offensive and defensive quality, so ESPN Don't think there's a need to adjust the Suns' championship odds, and if so, down.

   "No wonder ESPN never got the broadcast rights of the NBA Finals. It doesn't deserve it at all. It's too unprofessional. If I were a commentator in the future, I would definitely not go to ESPN." He said indignantly.

   "Charles, why did you suddenly say you want to be a commentator? Do you want to retire?" Maureen said in surprise.

"Oh no, I just had this idea, I'm always going to find something to do when I retire. And you know, Bill Wharton is doing that, I talked to you last time. I talked to him and the salary is still Yes, I think I can try it later." Barkley said.

   Maureen nodded and said, "As long as you like it, Charles, I support you."

   "Thank you, dear, being able to marry you is the greatest luck in my life." Buckley said with a smile.

   "Me too." Maureen smiled.

  The two then chatted about the Western Conference finals and the finals, and Maureen asked: "Is there any hope this time?"

  Barkley didn't think about it, and immediately said: "Whether it is against Mosaic or the Supersonics in the Western Finals, they are all very powerful, and it depends on our own performance."

   "You and Old K played poorly in these two games, are you tired?" Maureen asked.

  Barkley scratched his head and said: "I'm okay, but I feel a little bit bad, plus playing back-to-back on the road, the state has ups and downs, which is normal.

   But old K is really tired from playing, and he doesn't want the ball much on the court.

He has never played a professional game before, and he has not even had formal training in the first two years. However, his physical fitness is not very bad. Otherwise, he will not be able to persist until now, or he has not completed his physical reserves before entering the NBA, and his playing style is too exhausting. physical. "

  May 18th, match day.

There will be three games on this day, namely the G5 game between the Suns and the Spurs, the G5 game between the Mosaic and the Supersonics, and the G5 game between the Eastern Knicks and the Hornets. The game between the Suns and the Spurs will start at 8 o'clock, and the other two games will be half later. Hour.

  10am, Chicago, local TV interviewed after the Bulls practice game.

   "Michael, who do you want to meet in the finals?" the reporter asked.

   "Phoenix, the sun." Jordan said without any hesitation, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, with a ruthless look.

   He couldn't forget being slapped in the face by that **** rookie in public. It was the biggest humiliation he'd ever received, bigger than the humiliation given to him by the Bad Boys Legion.

   He hated the Bad Boys, but hated the rookie.

   In this life, he will step on that rookie, so that he has no chance in the NBA.

Everyone knows the feud between Jordan and Wang Tiejun. After this interview was broadcast, all Americans knew that if the Suns were over, even if they made it to the finals, they would be madly abused by Jordan because he was a man wearing size 23. The **** of jerseys, Jordan in his prime, is unstoppable.

   Before the second round of G5, this interview put a lot of pressure on the Suns, and even made some players who were not determined enough to be a little pessimistic about the Western Conference finals and the finals.

   At half past six, the Suns entered the locker room and began to prepare.

   "Brother, we are going to the finals and let that old boy's three-peat dream shatter, do you feel good?"

  Wang Tiejun was talking to Barkley, holding a large thermos cup in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, which was soaked in wolfberry + red dates to nourish blood and kidneys.

   "It must be cool to be able to kill the Bulls and Michael!" Barkley said with a refreshing expression.

   He glanced at the stuff in Old K's hand, with disgust on his face, and asked curiously, "What stuff is in here? How can you drink hot water?"

   Others also looked over with curiosity, including several members of the coaching staff and Colangelo.

   He smiled and said to Buckley with a sigh: "Brother, do you know why I can grow so tall?"

   "What about this?" Buckley asked with interest.

   "No." He shook his head.

   "What nonsense without you?" Barkley angrily said.

   He laughed again: "Listen, brother, let me tell you a few benefits of drinking hot water, it's good for you."

   "Speak quickly!" Buckley said impatiently.

   "First, drinking hot water can help you lose weight." He said seriously.

   "Impossible, there is no scientific basis for this." Kevin Johnson shouted beside him.

   He glanced at Kevin Johnson and said with contempt: "Your fat is solidified butter, that thing melts when it's heated, why can't you lose weight?"

   "It seems to make sense."

   "So, I have to get some hot water to lose weight?"

  The crowd began to talk.

   "What about the second?"

  Buckley is not interested in losing weight, he has no fat, is he still a pig?

   "Second, drinking hot water can keep your core temperature on the bench during the game." Wang Tiejun said with a smile.

   "I'd rather eat an outside hamburger, which provides more calories." Buckley immediately shook his head.

   "You can't teach children!" He despised the authentic.

   "You haven't said what these are?" Buckley asked, pointing to the thermos.

   "Are you lasting?" he asked mysteriously.

"certainly."

   No man would hesitate to ask this question, and neither would Barkley.

   "But it gives you more stamina." He chuckled.

   "Just it?"

  Barkley said with a look of contempt: "Old K, who are you lying to? You have to rest your stamina for two minutes after hitting a ball. I believe you are a stupid donkey."

   "Haha..." The dressing room burst into laughter.

   "I don't know good people! You hillbilly, I won't tell you."

   Comrade Pharaoh was angry, turned around and took out the CD player from the closet, and began to listen to his music. The first choice was Princess Xian's song, which was his goddess.

   At 7:30, the two teams announced their starters.

   Spurs: David Robinson, Antoine Kyle, Sean Elliott, Dale Ellis, Avery Johnson

  Sun: Wang Tiejun, Barkley, Danny Ainge, Dan Marley, Kevin Johnson

On ESPN’s live broadcast, Winston Rollins analyzed: “The Suns arranged for 34-year-old Danny Ainge to start, which should be okay, increasing the outside shooting ability of the starting lineup and the ability to pull off, which is conducive to creating low-post singles. Opportunity."

   Carter Oldman laughed: "But in this way, the scoring ability of the Suns' bench lineup is even weaker."

Rollin thought for a while and said: "Ceballos doesn't have many chances to make shots in the starting lineup. When he returns to the bench, there will be more opportunities. In fact, I always think that he should return to the bench, so that his offense will be stimulated. potential."

   As the two of them were talking, they came off the bench to warm up.

  Ceballos was taken off the starting lineup, and he was not very frustrated. He did not get many shots in the starting lineup. Now that the bench lineup lacks scoring points, maybe he has more opportunities.

   He gets excited at the thought of more points and fantastic stats.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

   Immediately, he made a few dizzying dunks, making the entire Suns fans cheer for him.

  Winston Rollins laughed: "Ceballos has a good mid-range shot, but he is also an explosive dunker, which makes his hit rate very high."

   "Yes, Ceballos doesn't make many shots, but his shooting percentage in the regular season this season is the highest in the league, 57.6%." Carter Oldman laughed.

   "It's just that after the old K joined the Suns, he occupied the space under the basket and reduced the breakthrough space on the outside, which also affected Ceballos' performance." Rollin said.

   "That was the old K in the early game, and since he developed the hook, this problem has been solved." Carter Oldman said.

   At this time, the two teams are ready to play.

   Enemies met each other and were extremely jealous. David Robinson stared at Comrade Pharaoh with fire in his eyes and rattling teeth.

   "Jagged jumper, what are you looking at me for?" Old Wang said dissatisfiedly.

   "Aren't you also a big hooker?" David Robinson replied coldly.

   "Pfft!" Buckley and others laughed.

   "Aren't you also a big jumper?" David Robinson sprayed Barkley again.

  Buckley glared at Pharaoh and whispered: "Old K, you did a good job, it's only been a day, and we've all turned into big jumpers."

   "Idiot, I said center," he said.

   Barkley suddenly realized and shouted to Robinson: "Yes, Admiral, I'm not a center. Isn't it right for me to shoot outside? The big jumper is only for you."

"you?"

  David Robinson was furious.

   At eight o'clock, the game starts.

   "Get excited, get excited..."

When the players came on the court, assistant coach Lewis shouted at the five main players.

   "Yo hoo yo hoo..."

   Comrade Pharaoh immediately cooperated and screamed and screamed, and the others followed suit, causing the fans to scream.

   "It's a bunch of animals!"

   "Be careful, these animals look excited, don't get trampled by their hooves."

   The Spurs cursed angrily.

   This time, Comrade Pharaoh finally won a jump ball and the Suns attacked.

   "Kevin, do you want an assist?"

   Left wing low, he shouted.

"roll!"

   Kevin Johnson, who was not close to the top of the arc, scolded, suddenly put his hands together and pushed the ball inward, and the ball flew over Avery Johnson's head.

"Snapped!"

   carried Robinson with his left hand, grabbed the ball with his right hand, and in the next instant, he slipped down.

   The first action is to turn the head to the right.

   "Slip off the bottom!"

   This action, David Robinson was too familiar with, and immediately made a judgment.

   He has repeatedly studied the technical moves of old K's low-post singles, and found that old K's turn is different from others. This **** rookie turns his head first.

   The next moment, he immediately retreated and took a step back towards the bottom line.

"Oops!"

   However, in the next instant, he knew he had been fooled, because instead of slipping, Old K turned up, without even dribbling the ball, turned and stepped directly into the paint area, killing him from his side.

   "Di!"

   He instinctively reached out to stop it, but immediately regretted it because the whistle rang.

   At this time, Wang Tiejun had already taken off.

"boom!"

  Between the baskets trembling, the Westside Arena instantly boiled.

   The referee immediately made two points valid and a free throw.

   "Yo hoo, old K dunked Robinson at the opening, he looked very excited, completely different from the first two games, this is a very good state!"

   "Yes yes, now watching Sir Barkley's performance, I hope our inside team can have a big game tonight.

   On the live commentary booth, the two commentators roared excitedly.

   "Old K's fake moves are doing very well now, even David Robinson has been fooled." On the ESPN live broadcast, Winston Rollins said.

   "By the way, Old K didn't move just now. He just glanced to the right. How did Robinson know that Old K would slip away?" Carter Oldman said in a puzzled way.

   "With his movement speed, he can keep up with Old K's speed without any pre-judgment at all. I think Robinson can be a little more composed." Winston Rollins suggested.

   At this time, Wang Tiejun missed the ball, David Robinson grabbed the rebound, and the Spurs attacked.

   advanced to the frontcourt, Robinson had just been beaten, and of course he had to return it.

The left wing is low, he is still the method of the last game, relying on the advantage of being faster and more flexible on the offensive end, getting rid of the defender, this can not only play to his advantages, but also reduce the confrontation with the old K, save physical strength, and increase himself. The offensive efficiency, the sudden pass freely.

Shaking inward, when Wang Tiejun caught up, he immediately made a reverse run. When he ran out of the paint area, he found that Avery Johnson failed to pass the ball. He made another reverse run, throwing off the defender again. Quick cut to the basket.

   And at this moment, the ball finally came in.

  Barkley hurried back to the basket, but it was too late.

"boom!"

   David Robinson's dunk instantly extinguished the huge noise of the West American Arena.

   He glanced indifferently at Wang Tiejun who had just rushed to his side, and without saying a word of trash, he quickly started to defend.

   "Brother, he is despising you." Barkley reminded kindly as he ran to the front court.

   "I just smashed one on his head, he should despise you." Pharaoh replied.

   "No, he's looking at you." Barkley quickly countered.

   "Although he is looking at me, he is thinking of you." Lao Wang said.

   "People don't talk trash to you, you can't stop talking about yourself?" Kevin Johnson, who was pushing the ball in the back, scolded angrily.

   A pair of brothers and sisters looked at each other, and quickly went to the left and right wings to take a low position.

   (end of this chapter)