Chapter 427 The Story That Two Men Have to Tell

   At 7:35, President David Stern came to the scene with the Podoloff Cup in his hand at the American West Arena, accompanied by the old Colangelo and several league executives.

   At this time, the player channel, the main players of the two teams are preparing to play.

   "Sir, the momentum is very strong!"

  Pharaoh 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 Pharaoh: "Old K, we have suppressed this group of people for several years, and the postman has suffered a lot of losses from you. We fought hard."

   "Be careful, this is our home game, we must win it." Pharaoh nodded.

   "Lightning! Lightning..."

   At this time, the home team came out, and Lightning ran out first, and the audience immediately sent high shouts.

   "Sun King! Sun King..."

   With the appearance of Wang Tiejun, the audience stood up and the loudest shouts rang out.

   "MVP! MVP! MVP..."

   With Wang Tiejun's final appearance, the shouts of the Westside Arena gradually converged into a huge voice.

  Pharaoh 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 cheers of the fans have never stopped, and they have even become more and more high.

   "Old K, congratulations, you are the best performer this season, and I hope you can continue to perform like this in the Western Finals."

  David Stearns first handed the trophy to the old K, which was quite heavy for him, about 15 pounds, and then sent his congratulations.

   "Thank you, Mr. Stern." Pharaoh took the trophy. After thanking him, he raised the trophy towards the fans.

   "Boom!"

  The atmosphere in the audience reached its peak immediately.

   "click, click..."

   Surrounded by a large number of reporters and teammates, Pharaoh walked around the stadium, accepted the congratulations from his friends, and took a photo together by the way.

  Leigong, Glider, and Big Dream were all front-row tickets provided by the Suns. Lao Hu and Wang Tieshan sat in Lao Wang’s two front-row seats, and the second and third rows behind were more than a dozen brothers from K martial arts hall.

  Pharaoh ran here to stand with them, let the reporter take a picture, and then continued to detour.

   "Hey, Winona, long time no see."

   "Old K, congratulations."

"thanks!"

   "Old K, I recently lost my love."

   "No, I don't want to be a spare tire."

   "Not even a day?"

   "Not even an hour."

   "Are you dying?"

   "Can I do it, don't you know?"

"roll!"

   When I came to a bunch of stars, I also stopped to take a photo, and chatted with familiar people.

   "Brother Fei, look, that Bellucci has appeared again. He's so beautiful, I'm all worried for you, you're not worried?"

   "It's not like she is."

   "Looks like the heroine of Scissorhands. Old K hooked up with her again?"

   "That's right, brother Fei, don't be careless, send us over to watch."

   "Brother Fei, you carelessly lost Jingzhou!"

   "Teacher Yu?"

"boss?"

   On Fengshen Street, the capital, in the large restaurant of Wang Tiejun's private training center, a group of men and women from Nortel roared.

  Yu Feihong was feeding Dabao rice oil. The boy, who was not even eight months old, ate a small bowl and stared at the bowl with his mouth open.

   "Come on, don't talk about some or not." She said with some dissatisfaction.

   "Brother Fei, let's not talk about the West Finals, the finals?" Jiang Wu approached him with a flat face.

   "You just want to go? Don't you have a scene to shoot in a few days?" She said angrily.

   "I pushed, I pushed." Jiang Wu said quickly.

   "Lao Jiang, you pushed the trick? Why didn't I know? If you don't film, when will you repay the money you borrowed from me?" Huang Sanshi next to him said in surprise.

   "Jiang Wu, you can really do it!"

   Yu Feihong glared at Jiang Wu, and finally found you a crew, did you push it? It's good if your face has a show, but you dare to push it?

  Jiang Wu laughed, he is such a character, he wants to go to the finals, what else are you doing? Not the protagonist.

   "Brother Fei, make arrangements. I have my passport and tourist visa ready. 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 you going to borrow some dollars from you?" Jiang Wu laughed.

   "Go away!" Yu Feihong said angrily.

  Jiang Wu had no choice but to say: "Then you really don't make arrangements, so I had to ask Jiang Wen to borrow it. He seems to have some dollars in his hand."

   "Jiang Wen, then you can borrow some for me, we'll have a company together." Huang Sanshi said quickly.

   "No problem, my brother has at least three or four thousand dollars on hand. Let's borrow some more. It should be no problem to collect enough money for two one-way tickets." Jiang Wudao.

   "What to eat and drink over there, and how to get to Phoenix?" Huang Sanshi asked.

   "Let's go begging! When we see people, we are the brothers of Old K. We came to the United States to cheer him on." Jiang Wu glanced at Yu Feihong and said.

   "Pfft, haha..."

   The group of people behind them couldn't hold it in any longer, and they all laughed.

   Yu Feihong looked at these two people with disgust on his face, can you go while you die, what are you talking about by my side?

   "Alright, alright, I can't bear your acting skills. I can't bear it anymore. Get your passports and visas ready first and see if the Suns can make it to the finals." She said helplessly.

   "Oh hoo!"

   Jiang Wu gave a strange cry, and was so excited that he snatched Dabao over, wanting to kiss the little face, but Dabao pushed him away in disgust.

   "Brother Fei, do we all have a share?" A group of people rushed up excitedly.

   "No, tickets for the finals are very popular, and we can't get that many. Hey, I'll say it first, I'm only responsible for the home game, and there's no way for the away game." Yu Feihong said.

   "The home court is fine, the home court is fine." Jiang Wu and Huang Sanshi said quickly.

   "Brother Fei, what about us?" the others shouted.

   "Didn't I watch TV broadcasts the same way? Why do I invite you to watch the game, eat and drink, and there is a swimming pool and gym in the back. I'm wronged, and I have to go to the United States to watch the scene?" Yu Feihong said.

   "Lao Jiang Lao Huang, you won't treat your guests today, this is not over, just the two of you will go together."

"that is."

   The other group of people were wronged and began to vent their anger at Jiang Wu and Huang Sanshi.

   "Okay, no problem." Seeing that the situation was not good, Huang Sanshi had no choice but to agree to treat.

   "Old Huang, take the money." Jiang Wu was even more cheerful, he had no money anyway.

   At 8 o'clock, the West American Arena, the G1 game of the Western Conference Finals officially started.

   At this time, Jordan turned on the TV at home, as did Phil Jackson, and O'Neal, all tuned to TNT.

"Snapped!"

  Rasheed Wallace and Campbell jumped the ball, the Suns attacked, and the Jazz quickly retreated to the backcourt.

  Pharaoh first went down to the low post on the left wing, and Campbell topped the defense.

   There is a tonnage difference of five kilograms between the two, which is not much difference for their heavy tonnage.

   The others pulled away, Rasheed Wallace pulled to the bottom right corner, and the postman stood in the low position on the right wing and kept a distance, staring at the bottom corner while staring at the low position on the left wing, fully prepared to help defense.

   Kidd had the ball, and he was not guarded by Jazz point guard Stockton, but by shooting guard Jeff Hornacek.

   "Okay, now the Jazz are switching defenses. Stockton is the same height as Lightning, so he can't guard against Kidd. The death light gun is only two centimeters lower than Kidd, and the defense is fierce and fierce, but the tonnage is almost the same."

  TNT live broadcast, guest Barkley shouted excitedly.

   "Whoosh!"

  The ball was first made to pass to the right wing, and then Kidd suddenly passed the ball to the low left wing.

   It was this feint that made the postman's defense slow by half a beat. When he reacted and rushed into the paint area, Wang Tiejun had already caught the ball, and then a fierce back arch hit Campbell's center of gravity.

   The next moment, Wang Tiejun turned around and slipped.

   He saw the postman who was making up the defense, but after taking a step forward, he still flew towards the basket, without any intention of backing down.

   At this time, the postman who didn't have enough time could only get back to the position of the basket, unable to form a block on the left side of the basket, and could not form a double-team to assist in defense. It was only a supplementary defense.

   He jumped up and blocked the shot. The reasonable collision zone had to jump, and the two instantly collided in the air.

   At this moment, countless people on the scene opened their mouths, and several commentators in the commentary booth also stared at the basket, and their attention was highly concentrated.

"boom!"

   With the loud explosion of the basket, the postman turned over in response. The tonnage of 130 kilograms could not resist the impact of Wang Tiejun.

  Pharaoh's 135kg tonnage, 86-level explosive power, 79-level speed, and the impact force formed in the case of jumping are definitely not weaker than O'Neill, and it is not something that the postman can resist.

"ah!"

  The Westside Arena seemed to explode, the whole audience shouted loudly, and countless fans stood up and threw their fists one after another.

   The first ball is this kind of overbearing leaping buckle, which instantly stimulates the adrenaline of all home fans, and their emotions are flying rapidly, just like racing on an unlimited speed highway.

  “Yeah…”

   On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Fengshen Street, all over Cangzhou, the outdoor basketball court of the 57th team, countless people are also cheering.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... this is old K! He is our sun king, a super beast! He is irresistible! Sir, you will be torn to shreds by him, give up your resistance, this is the only one for you Way out!" A live commentator rushed from his seat, grabbing the microphone and roaring excitedly.

   "Old K starts with the postman, this is a foreshadowing, we are going to tyrannize the Jazz tonight." Another live commentator roared frantically.

   "Oh, old K is still so rude to the postman, haha! Old K, can you be gentle with him?" Barkley exclaimed excitedly.

  Bill Wharton quickly interjected: "Charles, can you tell me what happened to old K and the postman in the bathroom? You should know some inside information."

   "Oh, that's a story that two men had to tell, wait for me to tell it carefully."

  Barkley laughed, he seemed to see ratings soaring, and then he could sign a big contract with TNT this time next year.

  O'Neal's home, seeing the ball, his throat moved and he took a deep breath.

  From this attack, he actually saw the explosive power of old K, and he has reached a level similar to his, which really made him feel incredible.

   "You have to work hard, or you will be thrown farther by him." He squeezed his fist and muttered unwillingly.

  Western Arena, Wang Tiejun got off the basket, looked down at the postman under his feet, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

   This is the dismantling he gave the Jazz to the postman. Anyone and the team who want to stop him from winning the championship this year must be mentally prepared to be crushed. No one can easily step on him and the Suns to the top.

   He himself has made sufficient psychological preparations to meet all challenges and difficulties, and will do everything to fight for the championship and honor.

  Jazz attack.

   Stockton advanced with the ball and Kidd defended.

   "Watch out for pick-and-rolls!" Assistant coach Lewis shouted from the sidelines.

  The postman entered the low post and saw that Rasheed Wallace was guarding him. A cold look flashed in his eyes. At this time, he saw that Stockton had reached the top of the arc and ran up quickly.

   "Be careful with high pick-and-rolls!" Lewis reminded again.

Rasheed Wallace followed to the high position. When the Postman and Stockton were in a pick-and-roll, he first blocked Stockton who broke through the wall, and then stayed in the high position, and Kidd went after Stockton. pause.

   "No defense." Su Qun shouted loudly.

   Stockton circled to the right elbow, then into the paint.

At this time, Campbell had already pulled out of the paint area and stood a step in the bottom left corner. Pharaoh followed to the left line of the paint area. Seeing that Stockton had entered the paint area, he immediately chose to return to the basket. .

   Campbell was ready to catch the ball as soon as he saw it.

"boom!"

  Stockton chose to pass the ball at this moment, a hit pass, from Pharaoh's feet, to Campbell who was open.

   On the left flank, Horry had turned down to cover Campbell. The latter saw Horry arrived and hurriedly threw the ball up to the open small forward Russell.

The ball was passed here, and the Suns couldn't make up for it, because Kidd at the top of the arc had followed Stockton into the paint and couldn't make it up, and Rasheed Wallace, who stayed at the high post, didn't dare. Put the Postman, and he's not that fast to cover up, so that leaves Russell with a very large opening.

"brush!"

  Russell was very decisive. Between the hand and the knife, the water splashed and he hit a three-pointer.

   "Through a pick-and-roll and two passes, the Jazz easily tore through the Suns' defense and created a large opening. This was a very successful tactical cooperation." Buck said in an appreciative tone.

   "Frequent pick-and-rolls, frequent moves and passing 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's three-point shot is the most, and the average per game this season is They made 3.3 shots and made 40.9% of the shots. The Death Light Gun made only 2.2 shots and made 36.9% of them. Stockton made 2.4 shots and made 42.2% of the shots. Their three-pointers are not as good as the Sonics, but they shouldn’t be underestimated.”

   At this time, the Suns advanced to the frontcourt, and Kidd carried Hornacek close to the top of the arc.

   Hornacek's height is not too disadvantageous, but his tonnage is a bit disadvantaged, so he can't stand him.

  Pharaoh asked for the ball from below. He noticed that the postman on the weak side had already pounced. After getting the ball, he suddenly turned around, trying to get into the paint area from above, avoid the postman's double-team, and go 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 in front of him. He did not choose to shoot, and he could not pass to Rasheedwa who was open on the weak side. Lace, then passed it back to Kidd.

   At this moment, Lightning suddenly started from the right flank, threw off Stockton with a counter-run, and immediately counter-cut to the basket.

"boom!"

When Kidd, who had just received the ball, saw the Lightning run back, he predicted the Lightning's incision and open position in advance, and passed the ball to the right waist of the paint area. Sentenced within the line of lightning.

   Sure enough, when the ball bounced, Lightning cut right into that position, and the next step was a small toss, hit a shot, Campbell and the Postman failed to reach the defensive position, missing a beat.

   "I can do this trick too. Lightning is not as fast and high as me. Why don't you let me, an orthodox point guard, go up?" On the bench, Kobe chanted.

Next to   , Chapman glanced at Kobe, shook his head and said, "A veteran like me doesn't have a chance. You are a rookie and still want to play in the Western Conference Finals?"

Nelson, the assistant coach standing in front, looked back at Chapman. The 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, which is seriously lacking in the playoffs. Because of his experience in the game, the coaching staff dared not give him much time. The sixth man on the team was veteran Wilkins.

   As for Kobe, he has not yet developed his body, his skills are not solid, and his shooting is unstable. How could he be allowed to go up in such a crucial game?

   (end of this chapter)