NBA: Trading Westbrook at the beginning shocked Lao Zhan

"Yes, yes, it will definitely be very exciting. You know, tonight will be a direct confrontation between the two top physical talents, James and Antetokounmpo! Audience friends sitting on the sidelines, you are blessed tonight, today Tonight you will hear the constant clacking of muscles!"

Barkley grinned and introduced.

O'Neill took over the conversation, and said stinkingly: "Yes, yes! It's a pity that I am an old bone. Otherwise, with my physical talent, I would definitely be able to compete with them!"

Barkley nodded in agreement, and said unforgivingly: "Yes, yes, with your 400-jin big black pig body grid, one stop to the three-second zone will directly fill the three-second zone Already!"

O'Neill rolled his eyes: "Ah, yes, that's right, isn't that better than you? Kiss the ass man?"

Buckley snorted coldly, opened his mouth and was about to reply, but at this moment, the backstage staff saw that the two goods were about to start fighting each other, and quickly reminded:
"Ahem, two teachers, it's business, they're working!"

Hearing the voice of the staff in the headset, Barkley snorted coldly, turned his head away, and stopped talking to O'Neal, but continued to explain the game between the Lakers and the Bucks.

At this time, the two teams were still warming up for training, and Barkley simply began to explain the recent performance of the main players of both sides and the specific performance of the Lakers' new aid.

"Okay, guys, in the last few days, the Lakers have won 3 consecutive victories. Among them, the Lakers' dual-core performance is very good. James averaged 26 points per game in these three games, and the thick eyebrows also scored 18 points per game! Finally The point is, the Lakers' new additions are also doing very well!"

"Boucher, Covington, Powell, and Cousins ​​all performed very well. They helped the Lakers complete a three-game winning streak. Although the three-game winning streak is not a great achievement, the momentum can be seen!"

O'Neill also nodded, no longer yelling at Barkley, but followed Barkley's words, and then introduced: "Yes, but their opponents, the Bucks, are also not good. You know, the Bucks have just finished five Winning streak, they are also in the limelight, especially Antetokounmpo, Antetokounmpo averaged 30.1 points per game, a very crazy performance, and also has a very high efficiency!"

"By the way, there is also their second-in-command Middleton. He also performed very well. Although he averaged only 16 points per game, his performance at critical moments was very impressive!"

Barkley nodded slightly, agreeing with O'Neal's statement, and then added: "You're right, fat man, but, unlike the current state of the Lakers who are all soldiers, the performance of the Bucks' shooters these days is not good. Especially their veterans, they are too slow, too slow!"

O'Neal laughed, patted Barkley on the shoulder, and said softly: "I have to admit that you are right, but there is no way, George Hill of the Bucks is 36 years old, and Matthews is also 35 years old. You can't ask them to be able to contract defensively."

"After all, no one can continue such crazy performance at the age of 37 like an old man like James!"

Hearing this, the Lakers fans present couldn't help laughing, and their eyes unconsciously shifted to James who was training on the court.

Lin Fei also smiled, and turned his gaze to James.

At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from behind Lin Fei.

"Hey, Tom, be brave, don't you like James the most? He's on the court now, speak up and call his name!"

"Dad. I dare not. Many people are watching him. What if he ignores me? And he is training."

"Tom, the game is about to start, and the warm-up training is about to end, son, call his name loudly after a while, you know, I have been saving for a long time to buy the ticket for this position, son, this opportunity is rare! "

"Okay. Dad, I'll call him."

Just at this time, the training of the players on the field was over, and James was about to return to the bench.

Behind Lin Fei, the little boy shouted with all his strength: "James, I have always liked you, can you sign an autograph for me?"

The little boy's voice was not low, but the field was very noisy at this time, and James was far away from the little boy, so he didn't hear it at all.

Seeing that his idol didn't pay attention to him, the little boy was obviously a little disappointed, and looked up at his father helplessly: "Dad, he can't hear it."

The little boy's father pampered the little boy's head: "It's okay, son, after the game, he will definitely come to sign for you."

The conversation between the father and son was overheard by Lin Fei who was sitting in front of him. After listening to the conversation completely, Lin Fei decided to do a little work, stood up, and looked back at the father and son.

At this time, the little boy was sitting in a wheelchair, with a very cute appearance, two big eyes flashing, revealing some regrets, his face was sickly pale, obviously sick.

Lin Fei looked down, and as expected, although the little boy's legs were covered with a black coat, they could still be seen shrunken.

And beside the little boy's wheelchair, there was a middle-aged man standing. The man's face was a little tired, his hair was gray, his clothes were plain, and he was even wearing patches. Obviously, this was not a good economic situation for the father and son.

Sensing Lin Fei's gaze, the little boy's father looked at Lin Fei with suspicious eyes showing vigilance.

Just as Lin Fei was about to explain, the little boy in the wheelchair yelled in surprise, pointed at Lin Fei and said, "I know you, you are the general manager of the Lakers, Mr. Lin Fei! I didn't expect you to meet here To you, I like your deal very much!"

Hearing the little boy's words, Lin Fei was a little surprised. You know, as the general manager of the team, Lin Fei's reputation is not that high. If it wasn't for the fans who often follow the Lakers, it is really impossible to recognize Lin Fei.

"Hey, young man, thank you for your liking. I didn't expect you to know me. I'm very sorry. I overheard your conversation just now!"

"It's okay, Mr. Lin Fei."

Lin Fei walked up to the little boy with a smile, squatted down, and gently touched the little boy's head: "You are a James fan, right? I'll call him over for you right now, but what do you have to say later?" , you have to tell him yourself, okay?"

Hearing Lin Fei's words, the little boy was ecstatic. After glancing at his father, he quickly nodded and agreed: "Of course, thank you, thank you for everything, Mr. Lin Fei!"

Lin Fei smiled and nodded, then walked quickly to James' side on the field.