Chapter 166 Dismounting

   The first to be flopped was a New York Times reporter: "Michael, are you confident in beating the Suns in the series?"

   Michael Jordan's face showed a paranoid, perverted confidence, and his voice sounded throughout the hall:

   "No one can stop us from getting to the Finals, not the Bad Boys, not the Lakers, not the Celtics, not even the Suns.

   Barkley never beat me, in any way he was a complete loser in front of me, and so was his team. "

  The questions were followed one after another, and the main object of questioning was Jordan, while Pippen and others next to him were basically completely ignored by the media.

   Zhang Lili raised his hand every time, but the host never turned over his cards until the end of the press conference, and several people left the hotel in disappointment.

   "This bastard, Charles, we're going to kill him."

  In the locker room of the training hall, Wang Tiejun looked at Jordan on the TV screen and said.

   Buckley sighed and said nothing.

  Jordan was right, he was a loser in front of Jordan.

   "Brother, he's nothing special, you can't lose without a fight."

   Old Wang stared at Barkley and roared, "As far as his performance in the Eastern Conference Finals is concerned, he is worse than you. He has no right to say that to you."

   "Charles, old K is right, Jordan's recent performance is average, don't worry about it, cheer up, our finals are about to start." Kevin Johnson said.

Pharaoh stood up at this time, walked in front of the crowd, stared at them and said loudly: "Some of you want a championship, some want a big contract, I also want a championship, that will make me earn more money. More money, we all want, then we can't lose.

   Kill the Bulls, kill Jordan, we are the championship, we can get honors, get big contracts, get bigger money, brothers, can we fight in the finals? "

   "Fight!"

   All the Suns players stood up and roared.

   As a result, the morale of the Suns climbed to the top under the encouragement of Comrade Pharaoh.

   Colangelo is in a good mood. Looking at all this, he feels that the next core of the team is stable, and the leadership ability of old K has begun to show.

   That is, he feels that this kid is always money, money, and the next contract can't be opened, otherwise he may

   If you can't keep the old K, CAA will not agree.

   But as long as you win the championship, all this will be fine.

As long as the championship is won, the team's market value will increase greatly, the Suns' market will increase greatly, the number of live broadcasts in the United States will increase greatly, and the regional broadcast revenue will also increase greatly, and the team will enter a new development period.

   At 5:00 p.m., the Suns held a press conference at the headquarters before the finals, and the media also almost crowded the hall.

   "Charles, do you have anything to say about Jordan's remarks?" The first to be flopped was a local sports reporter.

   "Get rid of the Bulls! Get rid of Jordan! Let their dream of three consecutive championships be completely shattered." Pharaoh shouted in a loud voice.

   "Yes, kill the Bulls, kill Jordan, we are the championship!" Barkley was inspired and shouted.

   "Papa..." The local reporters quickly applauded.

Zhang Lili raised his hand four times in a row and was finally flopped in the fifth position. Excited, he hurriedly asked the prepared question: "Mr. Westphal, if the Bulls hacked the old K Tactically, how will the Suns handle it?"

   Westphal has no accident. The coaching staff has been analyzing the Bulls’ tactics in the past few days. It is very possible to execute the attacking tactics when the interior is completely at a disadvantage.

   In the G6 game of the Eastern Conference Finals, in fact, the Bulls won the game with better free throws, otherwise it would not necessarily kill anyone.

   He said: "We have some arrangements, but can't say here, this is our tactical secret."

   Zhang Lili didn't ask any further questions. He just wanted to remind the Suns coaching staff to pay attention to protecting Wang Tiejun.

   No. 9, Sijiucheng, Da Ya Er Ya has already picked up her parents from her hometown overnight, and her family stayed in an international hotel in order to watch the finals.

  Some hotel staff knew that their family of four would spend precious dollars just to watch a few American basketball games, so they were speechless.

   This day is also the game day of the G1 game of the NBA finals of the 92/93 season.

  From noon, the outside of the American West Arena was crowded with fans from Arizona, and the atmosphere was extremely hot.

   At 1:00 noon, the Bulls' bus came to the arena, but it was blocked outside for nearly an hour and a half before it was able to enter the arena.

  Fortunately, the Bulls are indeed experienced. They moved an hour earlier and arranged for two o'clock, so they did not delay the pre-match training.

   At six o'clock, the Suns bus arrived, and it took a quarter of an hour to enter the arena.

  Several dozen people from the Suns came up and down from the underground parking lot and rushed forward along the corridor.

   There were also some reporters accompanying the team, and Zhang Lili and the others were among them.

   "Brothers, how about we go to the Bulls?" Wang Tiejun suddenly shouted.

   "Old K, don't be too busy." Colangelo hurriedly shouted.

   "Sir, that **** from Jordan is too crazy. We need to suppress his momentum. This is our home court, and we must give them a slap in the face." Pharaoh insisted.

  Colangelo was right when he thought about it. The Bulls were too aggressive, and it was difficult for the Suns to win at home. It was indeed necessary, but he warned: "Let's talk first, we can't fight."

   "I promise." Old Wang nodded quickly.

  So, a large crowd flocked to the visiting team's locker room.

  Sun Zhenping hurriedly motioned the photography team behind to keep up, and asked, "Director Zhang, what does Tiejun want to do when you go to the visiting team's locker room at this time?"

   Zhang Lili said with a wry smile: "Just as he said literally, go and give the bull a slap in the face and destroy the opponent's momentum."

  Sun Zhenping was a little stunned. According to his understanding, can a Chinese be so arrogant and domineering in the United States?

   It was almost half past six, and the Bulls had just had dinner and were eating in the locker room.

  Phil Jackson is talking, he is adjusting the mentality of the players, which is his best ability.

   Outside the locker room are the Bulls' management and coaching staff, as well as several staff members, as well as several team security personnel.

   At this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps from far to near immediately made the nerves of the people outside tense up.

   "Many people, is it the security of the arena?"

   "Could it be the fans? Why did the fans come in at this time? Is this the Suns trying to interfere with our preparations?"

   Including the players in the locker room, they also heard footsteps getting closer and they started talking.

   "Jerry, what are you doing here?"

  The Suns came to the door, and Bulls general manager Jerry Krause asked Colangelo in surprise when he saw Colangelo in the front.

   A security guard of the Bulls immediately stood in front of the locker room door, spread his legs, and sealed the door with his huge body to prevent the Suns from storming the locker room, and another security guard also stood aside.

   Seeing the reaction of the two bull security guards, Jerry Colangelo said a little embarrassedly: "Jerry, let's condolence to you."

  Klaus was stunned for a moment, and slandered: "They are all thousand-year-old foxes, who are you fooling, I'm afraid you're not here to give us a chance?"

   He laughed, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you so much, we will go back to Chicago to condolences to you."

   shook hands, and Colangelo said with a smile, "You're welcome. When we arrive in Chicago, I guess we will still condolences to you."

  Klaus was too lazy to be hypocritical, he tore off his mask and said, "Jerry, I'm afraid you will be the one who needs comfort at that time."

"That's impossible…"

Colangelo was talking, but unexpectedly Old Wang became impatient. He stepped forward two steps to the door of the locker room, and kicked the security guard in front of the door, just in the middle of the security guard's legs. between.

   The security guard was startled, thinking he was about to be eunuchs, so he really jumped up.

"boom!"

   The closed door was kicked open with a loud bang.

"Who?"

   Jordan's furious growl sounded inside.

   "Haha, bastard, megalomaniac, old hooligan, the Suns have come to condolences to you, why don't you come out to pick up the guests?" Comrade Lao Wang shouted loudly.

   "Old K?"

  Jordan was so angry that his nose was crooked. Thinking of his dignified league's signboard and the guarantee of ratings, he was actually hit by a **** rookie? The nameless fire broke out, and Deng stood up immediately.

   "Director Zhang, what is Tiejun doing?"

   Sun Zhenping, who was squeezed at the back, was too short to see anything on tiptoe. He was so anxious that he was sweating, so he could only ask Zhang Lili, who was much taller.

  Like him, all the media reporters were bet on the back of a group of tall players and trainers, unable to see the front at all, so anxious that they jumped.

   "Trouble, Tiejun kicked the door of the locker room." Zhang Lili, who was also on tiptoe, shouted.

   "Old K, what do you want to do?"

  Jordan rushed to the door, pushed aside the security guards in front of him, and shouted angrily at Pharaoh.

   "Condolences to you, you see how polite we are, why don't we applaud and welcome us?"

  Pharaoh said: "I can put my words here, and I have to understand the way of hospitality. If you don't applaud and welcome you today, we will continue to offer condolences."

  The blood of the Bulls players was about to be mad, and Jordan was about to be mad.

   "Okay, old K, after condolences, let's go back to the locker room, it's time to prepare for the game." Colangelo personally pulled Wang Tiejun back.

   "Damn rookie, wait for our condolences when you arrive in Chicago." Jordan gritted his teeth.

   Old Wang was pulled backwards by Colangelo, and pointed at Jordan: "You can try."

"boom!"

  Jordan slammed the door shut, and if he didn't close it, he would die of anger.

   "This bastard! Damn violent! He deserves to be in prison for the rest of his life," Jordan growled.

   The other Bulls players looked at each other in dismay. The old hooligan they didn't dare to provoke was humiliated by a rookie. They couldn't believe it.

   "Okay, Michael, don't worry about him, he just wants to influence our preparations in this way, if you're really angry, then take him."

  Phil Jackson saw it right and immediately persuaded.

  Jordan nodded gloomily and said, "I understand, I don't have the same knowledge as this bastard."

  Phil Jackson nodded in appreciation: "The Japanese take forbearance as their way, and I will give you this word forbearance."

"Tolerate?"

  Jordan felt a strong sense of suffocation, and said coldly: "He will regret it, and he can't bear the consequences of angering me."

   "Michael, hit 50+ tonight, let's join forces to defeat them." Pippen said angrily.

  Jordan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said fiercely: "Barkley wants to step on me to win the championship, to have his dream, this championship, I will definitely win."

   At this time, the Zen master took out a stack of cushions, and while distributing them, he said, "Okay, now let's adjust our minds.

   Everyone sit down with me cross-legged, take three deep breaths first, clear our brains, let us realize the beauty of Zen, and start meditation..."

   "Here again, here again!"

  Jordan stared at the Zen master with his eyes closed. He was satisfied with Phil Jackson about everything, but that.

   A group of Suns over there happily returned to the locker room, only Barkley looked a little gloomy.

   "Brother, what's the matter with you, won't you get depression?" Pharaoh asked with concern.

   "I'm worried about angering Michael completely. The more that guy angers him, the more crazy he behaves." Barkley said worriedly.

   "Charles, no wonder you can't mess with him!"

   pointed at Barkley with a disappointed face, and Pharaoh suddenly realized: "With your mentality, how can you fight him?

  You think from the bottom of your heart that he is a person who cannot be provoked, and you are born to lower his head. How can you grab the championship from him? "

"I?"

  Buckley sighed secretly, I have been pressed by him since I debuted, and I was pressed to death, old K, you won't understand my psychology, you can't blame me.

  Pharaoh said disdainfully: "Jordan is very good. We played two games this season, 50 points in the first game and 49 points in the second game, but so what, didn't we win the second game?

  Look at this Eastern Conference Finals, they lost two games in a row on the road, and that's how strong they are. If it wasn't for Ewing and Oakley's incompetence, they couldn't beat the Bulls in rebounding at critical moments, would the Bulls have any hope of reaching the finals? "

   Having said this, he stood up, walked to the middle, looked up at all his teammates, showed extreme confidence on his face, and said loudly:

   "It's so difficult for the Bulls to beat the Knicks, and what's our record against the Knicks? Win both games!

  I took the Knicks rim at Madison Square, we treated the Knicks as nothing, we thoroughly humiliated them, which is something the Bulls can't do, can't do.

   Likewise, we deserve absolute confidence to beat the Bulls, we can beat them and we must beat them too!

   Defeat them and we are the champions! "

   "Old K is right, our strength is stronger than the bulls, prepare to fight, guys!" Kevin Johnson, one of the leaders of the locker room, jumped up and shouted loudly.

   "Prepare to fight." Tom Chambers, one of the leaders of the locker room, also stood up.

   The two stretched out their right hands and put them together, and Wang Tiejun joined them when he saw them.

   "Prepare for battle!"

  Barkley is the one who is most eager for the championship here. At this time, he stepped forward excitedly and put his hand up.

   At this moment, his awe towards Jordan was finally swept away.

"Ready to fight!"

   Everyone rushed up and put their hands together.

  Before the start of the G1 game, the morale and fighting spirit of the Suns climbed to the strongest level.

   "Clap clap clap..."

   Colangelo applauded excitedly, followed by the coaching staff and the rest of the staff.

At this time, the American West Arena was full of people. They all received a finals gift package prepared by the Suns, including the finals jerseys and the finals souvenirs. Some lucky people will get the players. 's signature.

  Tonight at the Westside Arena, there are also some stars that have rarely appeared before, including Hollywood, big singers, and sports superstars from all walks of life.

  Diva singer Mariah Carey, Diva Whitney Houston, Jay-z, Muhammad Ali, Tiger Woods, actor Nicholson and so on.

These stars are all Jordan's friends, and their supporters are Jordan and the Bulls. They want to see Jordan build a dynasty with their own eyes. They wear jerseys of No. 23. The finals jersey presented by the Suns was abandoned by them. .

   In addition to these stars, some active and retired stars in the NBA have also arrived.

  This year's NBA Finals broadcast rights belong to ABC Television Company, and ABC chose Bill Walton and John Hanks to explain the finals.

   The live broadcast has not yet started, and the two are preparing.

   "Bill, John..."

   The director announced a message at this time, which was passed on by a reporter from ABC.

   Hearing that Old K took the Suns to the locker room of the visiting team and carried out so-called condolences, Bill Walton and John Hanks looked at each other.

   "This is very interesting, Jordan should be the first time to enjoy this kind of treatment, right?" John Hanks couldn't help laughing.

  Bill Wharton shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "I don't think it's alright. Old K slapped Jordan in the face in front of all Americans. What's the point of going to the locker room to make trouble?"

   "This is a pair of enemies, but Jordan said that he would press K for his entire life. This finals is the best chance, it depends on whether he can do it or not." John Hanks laughed.

"Jordan and Old K are players of different eras. There is an eight season difference. Jordan wants to hold Old K for the rest of his life. I don't think it is possible. In a few years, his state will decline, and when Old K really grows up, he will not be able to hold back. It's like the bulls. When the bad boys are at their peak, they can't get past it. Once the bad boys are old, the era of the bulls will immediately usher in." Bill Walton said.

  John Hanks shook his head and said: "The Bulls' lineup is seriously aging, especially the inside line. In this finals, my opinion is actually five to five. The strength of the Suns is very strong, and the Bulls have absolutely no strength to win.

   So don't have to wait a few years, from now on, it will be difficult for Jordan to suppress the old K, unless the Bulls can build a whole set of younger lineups. "

   Bill Walton nodded and said, "If the Bulls are really overthrown by the Suns this time, and Old K breaks Jordan's three-peat dream, it will be nice.

   I bet that once the Bulls lose the championship, there will be a rebuild. "

   At this time, CCTV was also making preparations on the spot.

   Zhang Lili and Sun Zhenping chatted about what happened just now while they were making preparations.

   "Director Zhang, should Tie Jun be all right?" Sun Zhenping said with a worried expression.

   "What can he do? He's slapped Jordan in the face, this kid just has a bit of a temper." Zhang Li said.

   "Huh?" Hearing this sentence, Sun Zhenping was taken aback.

In order to prepare to explain the NBA game, he made up for some knowledge about the NBA and knew Jordan's status in the league and the American sports world. He didn't expect that Wang Tiejun would slap Jordan in the face, and he was still alive in this league like this. Simply incredible!

   (end of this chapter)