At this time, the game was over, and Pharaoh got up to accept the live interview.

  TNT's on-site reporter smiled and said: "Old K, that's great, congratulations on your first playoff quad-double in league history."

   "Thank you, that's really great!" he said with a smug smile.

   "When you played for the last time, faced with the accusations and boos of the home fans, what were your thoughts at that time? Can you tell us?" The reporter asked again.

   He pondered for a while and said, "No one can stop me from getting this quadruple pair."

  The reporter nodded and asked, "Aren't you worried that someone will say that your quadruple pair is a brush?"

   "Don't worry." He shook his head.

"why?"

"Haha, because I don't care, the Jazz don't want me to hit a quadruple-double on them, so I just don't let them do it, they don't want to replace the main force, can you see if I can get another assist on them? It's just an assist. , What a simple thing, with my strength, do I still need to brush? I don't even admit that this quadruple has any flaws, and I will never admit it, it is perfect." Lao Wang disdainfully said.

   After the on-site interview, the Suns said goodbye to some Suns fans who were still nostalgic at the scene before returning to the locker room.

"boom!"

   In order to celebrate the four-double, Little Colangelo has already managed to get a few bottles of Champagne. As soon as Pharaoh and others entered the locker room, the celebration began immediately.

   "Brothers, celebrate my quadruple pair! Celebrate that we have reached the finals again!" Lao Wang shouted loudly while spraying Champagne.

   "Oh hoo hoo..." There were constant screams in the locker room.

   "Old K, it's only three to one." Kobe reminded loudly.

   "Idiot rookie, what three-to-one? Do you think the Jazz are capable of making a comeback? You have no confidence at all, and you still have the face to be a blacksmith? I tell you, three-to-one is enough, we're sure to win."

   As soon as the mouth of Pharaoh's bottle fell, he spit at Kobe in his mouth and in his hand at the same time, causing Kobe to squirt.

   After playing for a while, he took out his phone and looked at it, and received a lot of text messages.

  There are all kinds of friends and all kinds of sponsors, all of them are text messages congratulating him for hitting four doubles.

   He responded with a text message, and opened the system to take a look. There was a new prompt. The four pairs received a reward of 500 points, and now there are a total of 4300 points.

   Turning off the system, he sat in the medicine keg and began to summarize the game.

   Today's game gave him a new understanding, or rather deepened some new understanding.

  Before, he was more advocating offense, attacking the strong and defending the weak. Even if the defense improved, he still favored offense in his bones.

   But in today's game, he won with defense, which made him really understand the role of defense.

   and the Jazz have won four games. This is the most exciting game to win, with a difference of 30 points, which can be said to be a wild victory.

  Today's game, let him know how powerful the real top offense and defense is in controlling the outcome of the game.

  The real super giant must be a top-level offensive and defensive integration, otherwise the quality will be insufficient, and the result is likely to be a lifetime without a championship.

   "Poor pass!"

   Kobe sat in the medicine bucket and shouted: "Old K, teach me to defend, I want to be like you and become the most powerful offensive and defensive one."

   "Idiot, you are a defender, how can I teach you? Go and learn from Jordan and let him teach you." Old Wang said.

   "Then I can only watch his game video." Kobe said helplessly.

   "Kobe, hone a few more seasons and you'll be almost there." Lightning said.

   "A few seasons, I can't wait." Kobe said eagerly.

   "You can't wait to grab my spot?" Pharaoh asked curiously.

   Kobe nodded naturally: "Yes, who doesn't want to be the boss?"

   "Haha..." Lightning laughed.

   Old Wang cursed angrily: "You traitor, I want the team to sell you quickly and come back for some chips."

   "Dare to sell me, the Suns and I are never finished, we are mortal enemies in this life." Kobe said disdainfully.

   "Kobe, why didn't you say that you and old K became mortal enemies?" Horry, who was taking a bath, asked curiously.

   Kobe glanced at Pharaoh and said helplessly: "A gentleman doesn't suffer immediate losses, I'm afraid he will hit me."

   "Hahaha..." Everyone in the bathroom burst into laughter.

   At this time, Wilkins finished taking a shower, came to Pharaoh's side, and said happily: "Old K, this time we will enter the finals, do you think it is more certain to play the Bulls or the Knicks?"

   Old Wang glanced at Wilkins and said with a smile, "I'm sure."

"Ha ha…"

  Wilkins was stunned and suddenly laughed.

   After so many years, he has never been able to win the championship. Is his wish finally fulfilled?

"…Ha ha…"

   was so excited and excited that he laughed more and more, he couldn't stop, he laughed for half a minute, and he was still laughing.

   "Hey, Dominic?"

   Seeing that something was wrong, Lightning shouted hesitantly.

   Everyone looked at Wilkins, who was laughing, and even the team doctor ran over.

   "Hey, Dominic, stop laughing." Andrew John, the team doctor, grabbed Dominic by the shoulder and shouted.

   "...haha...it's over...haha...can't stop...haha...help me...haha..." Wilkins still couldn't stop laughing.

   Andrew John can't help it, it's not a problem he can solve at all, Wilkins' situation looks weird.

   "Quick, take it to the hospital." Little Colangelo shouted.

  Just like that, the overjoyed Wilkins laughed wildly all the way and was taken to the hospital.

  Pharaoh and the others looked at each other in dismay. It would be better not to have any accident. If Wilkins died of laughter, it would be unfortunate for his grandmother's house.

   Soon after, Wang Tiejun and Kevin Johnson went to the post-match press conference.

"Old K, Barkley and Bill Walton just discussed the issue of the first person in active service. They think that you are now at the same level as Michael Jordan, not a historical position, but the individual strength and influence, honor, etc. Wait, what do you think?" a reporter asked.

   "The same height in active duty?"

   Old Wang said in surprise: "Is Michael still at the same height as me?"

  “…”

As soon as    said these words, the entire press conference hall fell silent.

   "Haha, well, I'm joking."

   Lao Wang laughed and said, "Actually, I don't care about these false names. He is old and can still play for a few days. What am I arguing with him? Are you right?

   He lost both finals. This time, if he is lucky enough to make it to the finals, he has to lose to me again. What kind of active player should I compete with him?

  Isn't it necessary? One loses two and three loses. I always lose to me. What should I fight with a guy who always loses to me? It's totally unnecessary, lose your share, you know? "

   Well, these reporters understand, you old K is not fighting, you almost rubbed Jordan on the floor. Is this still called indisputable? Can you be so hypocritical?

   "Who do you think is stronger or weaker between yourself and Jordan now?" a reporter asked.

   "He's strong, he's strong, I make him number one." Lao Wang smiled.

   Everyone looked at each other, came again, came again, do you want to listen to what old K said in reverse?

   On the other side, in the Jazz conference hall, the atmosphere was cold.

   "Coach Jerry Sloan, now that we're down 1-3, does the team still have the confidence to pull it back?" asked a reporter from a local sports newspaper.

   "We'll do everything we can," Sloan said blankly.

"Sir, since the old K entered the league, our Jazz have been eliminated by the Suns many times. What weaknesses do you think our team still has, and what aspects need to be strengthened to be able to get out of the West?" The next reporter asked rationally. .

Jerry Sloan seemed to have passed the shadow of the old K in front of his eyes. He was invincible on the offensive end and obscured on the defensive end. He sighed: "In addition to waiting for the Suns and the old K to weaken themselves, we need to strengthen ourselves. Internal construction."

   "Inside?"

   All the local reporters were at a loss for a while.

  The postman + Campbell's inside lineup, a superstar, a quasi-first-class center, together, even if it is not the top of the league, it is a first-class combination, isn't it strong enough? But also to strengthen the interior, how to strengthen? Get O'Neal? Get Da Meng and them to get one? Or if you can't beat the old K, just dig him over?

   "Coach, do you think it is possible for the Suns and the old K to weaken themselves?" a reporter asked.

"Of course, although the Suns have successfully rebuilt, there are too many excellent young players, and some will leave in the future. Although Old K has only entered his peak for two or three years, it is difficult to say that such a behemoth center is at his peak. How long will it be," Jerry Sloan said.

   "Postman, do you still have the confidence to pull it back?" A reporter finally asked Karl Malone's head.

  The postman was expressionless, his mentality has not recovered yet. Today's game hit him quite hard. Old K's defensive performance surprised him too much. He didn't expect Old K to play such a performance at all.

"I have no idea…"

   He subconsciously shook his head.

"Oh!"

   The reporters below exclaimed, judging from the attitude of the postman, they have lost confidence in the Western Conference Finals, and the consequences can be imagined.

  When the Suns returned to the hotel, Wilkins's condition came out. He had a respiratory disorder. He had to be admitted to the hospital for a few days for observation to see if he had any mental illness. Now he has been sedated and he is fine.

  May 26th, the game day of the Eastern Finals G4.

   On this day, not only the American media, but also many media around the world are touting Wang Tiejun, and the data of four-doubles in the playoffs has begun to shine.

   Just like the average of 50 points per game in the 1995 finals, just like the 40 points in the regular season of the 1995/96 season, Pharaoh looked a little radiant under the description of the media.

  Pharaoh collected a large stack of newspapers before boarding the plane. He wanted to enjoy it on the plane to satisfy his vanity.

   What he is more concerned about is the quadruple-double. Will the media say that he brushed it? After reading the newspaper, except for the media in Salt Lake City, other media hardly said that he was brushed, which reassured him.

   "This bastard, why do you lose one, two and three?"

   The New York Times made headlines about what Pharaoh said at the press conference. Jordan, who was eating breakfast, was so angry when he saw it, he stabbed and tore the newspaper.

   "Listen all, kill the Knicks, we'll kill old K in the finals."

   He stared at a group of teammates who were eating breakfast with red eyes. His eyes were so intimidating that they seemed to be flashing with blood and blood, and everyone he saw escaped.

   After two o'clock in the afternoon, the special plane of the Suns arrived in Phoenix. A large number of fans came to pick up the plane. The teams on the road blocked all the roads.

   After four o'clock, Pharaoh returned home.

  Da Meng and the others are all in the backyard. Da Meng is teaching Dayao to train his dream footwork, and the glider is teaching Hu Weidong some guard skills, and his attitude is still very serious.

   "Old K, you guy, went to Salt Lake City, and actually hit a quadruple-double, so fierce!" As soon as they met, the glider shouted.

   "Shit luck." Da Meng muttered.

   "Shit luck is also luck, you should be envious." Old Wang laughed.

   "Where's Rai Gong?"

   After chatting with Dayao Laohu for a few more words, he didn't see Dan Marley, he asked.

   "That guy went hunting yesterday, and he joined a hunting party. You bastard, he didn't take us there." Dameng cursed.

   "Yes." The glider nodded.

   "He's familiar with the area, so he must be looking for a former friend. It's inconvenient to take you there." Old Wang nodded, Lei Gong really likes hunting.

   "Old K, you have so many guns in your house, when are we going to shoot again?" Lao Hu said eagerly.

"You can do it at any time. There are a few brothers in the martial arts hall who have got their gun licenses. It's enough to call them. This season, it's better to fight the wolves. There are too many things here, and the desert is full of them. Call a few more people, people. It's a little less dangerous." Old Wang said.

   "Let's join one too." Big Dream and Glider hurriedly said.

   "No problem, you go to the martial arts hall to find my brother Tie Shan, and let him help you arrange." Old Wang said.

   "Come here, come here today, take a rest first, you guys take a bath later, and then we will go to the martial arts hall to eat."

   He greeted a few people to sit under the basketball hoop and said to Hu Weidong, "Old Hu, let's talk."

"it is good."

   "Old Hu, what are your thoughts after playing for a season?" he asked.

Lao Hu smiled and said: "It's okay, although there is not much playing time, but there are a few in our team who are worse than me. After playing for a season, I feel that there is a big difference from the previous style of play, and the need for physical fitness Very big."

Having said that, he looked at Lao Wang and said with a smile: "I didn't quite understand why you gained 135 kg before, but now I understand, playing your position, with your style of play, the tonnage is small, stand I can't stand, how can I fight?"

   Old Wang nodded and asked, "Are you still getting used to it?"

   Lao Hu nodded and said, "It feels okay, Reggie Miller actually supported me to be his first backup, but Larry Brown doesn't need me, there's no way."

  Pharaoh asked: "Your team will change the head coach next season, do you know this?"

   "I don't know, Larry Brown quit?" Lao Hu was a little surprised.

   "Well, Barkley told me that it was Larry Bird. I have a little relationship with this guy. If I have the opportunity, I will introduce you to him." Pharaoh said.

   "Then hurry up, help me get in touch, I'll get better data, and try to sign another bigger contract." Lao Hu said with a smile.

   "With your ability, there should be no problem." Old Wang nodded.

  Hu Weidong is 27 years old and is in good physical condition now. There is still a one-year player option after next season. He also wants Lao Hu to play better next season and then jump out of the contract.

   Or, ask David Frank to work and trade to a weaker team?

   He asked again: "Is the medicated bath oil that I prepared for you still in use?"

   Lao Hu nodded and said, "I've been using it all the time."

   "The strength training I give you should be done well, especially the strength training of the lower limbs, increasing the strength of the lower limbs can well protect your lower limb joints, reduce injuries, and increase the ability to resist injuries." Lao Wang urged.

   "Don't worry, I'll take care of my own health." Lao Hu nodded quickly.

   He had some minor knee injuries in the past. Last time, he checked with Dr. Thomas Carter, the genius doctor of the Suns. After conservative treatment and the effect of medicated oil, he has recovered and his health is still in good condition.