NBA backer king

Chapter 117 The Old Bad Boy Legion
On this day, the Detroit Pistons arrived in Phoenix.

The arrival of the Bad Boys Corps attracted a large number of media, and many reporters flew to Phoenix from all over the United States.

At the request of the media, the Pistons held a media conference at the hotel, and several major players attended the conference.

Team leader Isiah Thomas, the smiling assassin, Lambiel, one of the four villains, Joe Dumas, Rodman the worm, and others were present one by one.

The 36-year-old center Bill Laimbeer is about to retire and can only play 10 minutes per game. This season, he is still the main rotation at the fifth position, starting half of the games, and the contract ends next season.

The same is true for 32-year-old Isiah Thomas, who should still be able to play for a few more years.

Joe Dumars, 30, is at the end of his prime and still has a few more years to play.

The 32-year-old Rodman is in the same situation as Dumars and Thomas. At the end of his peak, he can still play.

The four of them are the current main force of the Pistons, and the other three are still at the peak, but there is no support inside, Lambiel can't support it, Rodman can only grab rebounds for defense, and the offensive end can't support it.

"Bill, you're going to face off against the Conqueror tomorrow, do you know him?" a local reporter asked.

"NO, I only know Caesar of the Roman Empire."

After complaining, Lambiel said disdainfully: "Even if I am too old to walk now, I can still let your old K walk around me."

The tone of his speech was a little annoyed, because the league introduced shit-like malicious foul rules in the past two years, which seriously restrained the hands and feet of the bad boy army.

But his words are not bragging, because as long as he stands under the basket, as long as his fierce eyes stare at each other, anyone who intends to attack the Pistons' basket will be terrified.

"But you may not be able to beat old K, unless you hit him from behind, will you?" the reporter said.

Lambiel twitched, but did not answer this question. How could he admit that he was the mastermind? He never even admitted the Jordan Law that made Jordan want to die, and no one in the Bad Boys Corps admitted it.

But in his heart, he secretly said, don't worry, kid, I will do that if I have the chance.

On the night of the 17th, the Suns faced the Pistons.

There is no national broadcast of the game, only the Phoenix area.

At 07:30, the two sides announced the starting list.

Pistons: Lambiel, Rodman, Orlando, Joe Dumars, Isiah Thomas
Suns: Wang Tiejun, Barkley, Richard Dumars, Dan Marley, Kevin Johnson

"Old K, although Lambiel is old, he is still very fierce. You have to be careful and don't be careless." Barkley urged as he walked out of the locker room and walked towards the player tunnel.

"211 centimeters, 115 kilograms, known as a bad boy, one of the four villains in the league, a famous villain, Jordan suffered countless hardships under his hands..."

Lao Wang recalled the information about Lambiel provided by the team, and nodded: "Don't worry, brother, this old boy asked me to walk around him, I won't let him have a good time."

Barkley smiled and said triumphantly: "But no matter how powerful he is, he still has to howl under my fist. You don't know how much fun it was to beat him that time!"

"Then do it again tonight?" Lao Wang immediately eagerly asked.

"Don't, if you really want to fight, he might not be able to stand your elbow. He's just a fierce defender and a bad player. If you really want to fight, he counts as a ball! If you want to talk about a fight, he doesn't even count as a ball."

Barkley said disdainfully.

"Forget it, old guy, it's not a fight to win." Old Wang said.

While talking, everyone came to the player tunnel, just as the Pistons on the opposite side also arrived.

"Bill, you old guy is going to retire? I think the whole league will applaud your retirement by then."

Barkley yelled as soon as he met.

"Yes, because they are afraid of me." Lambiel said fiercely, staring at Barkley fiercely.

He didn't like this fat and short fat man, he lost all face when he was beaten on the floor that time.

After killing Barkley, he glanced at Wang Tiejun next to him, showing a smile without the slightest hint of a smile. Simply put, he twitched his face, and said coldly, "Is this the shit conqueror that the media said?"

Old Wang's face also twitched, and he said coldly: "Old guy, do you want to practice off the court first?"

Without looking back, he raised his hand and waved towards the back. The three of Kevin Johnson immediately stood behind him, and next to him was Barkley who started to roll up his sleeves. The five of them were ready to fight.

Ranbir's mouth trembled, is this bullying me old?
At this moment, he missed Rick Mahon, the guard with a knife.

I think that bastard Mahon left the Pistons for Philadelphia and helped Barkley beat him up, bastard!
"I won't fight with you bunch of stinky coolies. I feel downgraded when I play with you." He looked at Lao Wang and the other five with disdain, waved and led the others out.

Don't look at him playing in the NBA, but he really looks down on basketball. There's nothing he can do about it. The family is too rich. His father is too successful. He really can't find another job that can make his father look at him differently. He can only play basketball that disgusts him.

"Is he so good at pretending?" Lao Wang looked at Lambiel's back and said.

"No, this guy is not pretending, he is the real rich second generation, super rich second generation."

Barkley said enviously: "Do you know what his most pretentious sentence is?"

He didn't wait for Lao Wang to respond, and immediately said: "He said that one of his two championship rings was given to a stripper, and the other was thrown in the sewer of his house. Thank you, this guy really deserves to die!"

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Barkley's distraught look, obviously feeling sorry for the two rings, Old Wang laughed out loud.

"Old Wang, work harder in the playoffs. This year is our best chance. We want to kill the Bulls." Barkley roared.

"Brother, in fact, I will definitely be stronger next year. Why don't we forget this year and work harder next year?" Old Wang joked.

"Do you dare?" Barkley jumped directly.

"Haha..." The player tunnel burst into laughter.

After warming up, sitting on the bench, Lao Wang's system suddenly jumped out.

"Host, please grab 15 rebounds in this game, and you will get a rebound training card."

"15 rebounds?"

Lao Wang recalled Rodman's information. This season, he averaged 18 rebounds per game. My god, the system let him grab 15 rebounds on Rodman's head. The difficulty is estimated to be no less than the usual 20 rebounds, right?

He played the game for more than a month, and only grabbed 20 rebounds in the last game. Today's task is estimated to be difficult, and if he is lucky, he still has a chance.

In fact, he still underestimated the difficulty of grabbing 15 rebounds tonight.

Today, not only Rodman, but teammate Barkley's rebounding ability far exceeds him. He wants to grab 15 rebounds from the heads of these two rebounding madmen, unless Barkley helps him, and his luck is so good.

At eight o'clock, the game officially begins.

Lao Wang and Lambiel jumped the ball, the young and strong made a profit, and the Suns attacked.

On the first ball, Barkley slapped Rodman.

Lao Wang carefully watched Rodman's defense on the weak side. He heard that this guy was good defensively.

I saw that Rodman squatted very low, which made his center of gravity lower and his lower body more stable. He pressed against Barkley firmly, and at the same time pushed his elbows from time to time. With his weight of only 100 kilograms, he was able to hold Barkley out of the paint.

At this time, Barkley turned over and shot a jumper. With a bang, the ball hit the basket.

"mine!"

Lao Wang turned his back on the guest, forcibly increased his iron mountain support with tonnage and strength, forcibly occupied a favorable position, and grabbed the offensive rebound.

Before he landed, he got an elbow on the waist with a bang, staggered when he landed, and almost walked. Although he stabilized, he had already lost the chance to get up and dunk, and was double-teamed by Lambiel and Rodman who rushed over.

He was about to adjust his feet, and then got up to forcefully attack the basket, bang, and took another elbow from Lambir.

"Damn you!"

After eating Lambiel's two consecutive elbows, he got a little angry.

"hiss!"

At this time, there was a pain in his arm, and Rodman scratched his left forearm, and several bloodstains appeared.

Lambiel had already circled to his side, stretched out his hand to grab the ball, bang, took advantage of the momentum and poked his elbow on his soft waist, causing pain.

"Go away!"

After being hit several times in one second, Wang Tiejun was really angry. It was the first time he had seen what a truly dirty defense was. With a roar, he leaned his feet to the left with force. Bang, Lambiel let out a muffled grunt, and took a step back.

The next moment, Wang Tiejun didn't care about Rodman, because he ran out of time, and when three seconds were approaching, he got up frantically, and smashed the ball into the basket with both hands.

"Snapped!"

Rodman slapped him hard on the right wrist, but couldn't knock him off the ball.

"boom!"

Under the violence, the basket trembled endlessly.

"Di!"

The referee blew his whistle and pointed at Rodman. The thug fouled and an additional free throw was made.

"yeah!"

The first goal was very exciting, and the audience cheered endlessly.

"Shet!"

Falling to the ground, the old king growled at Rodman and Lambiel in a low voice: "Scrap, wait for me, you are not the only ones who can make small moves, I will let you lie down tonight."

Lambiel and Rodman twitched their faces. They were a rookie, but they didn't fail. It's a bit surprising!
"Boy, wait for me!"

There was a fierce light in Lambiel's eyes, and he pointed at Lao Wang.

Rodman, a super expert in trash talking, also sprayed at Lao Wang: "Damn rookie, if you can't stand this kind of confrontation, why don't you just lie in your mother's arms and nurse?"

"Oh, so why do you have a milky smell on your body? Is it because you were addicted to your mother's arms before the game?" Lao Wang replied.

"Pfft!"

Barkley, who was about to come over to persuade or fight, burst out laughing.

Rodman was also stunned. He even instinctively raised his hand and smelled it. Does he really smell like milk?

Next, Pharaoh made a free throw and actually hit a hollow ball.

0:3, Pistons attack.

Isiah Thomas pushed forward and faced Kevin Johnson's defense with a trademark smile on his face.

This is a small man who has made Jordan hate for many years, let the magician break his halberd, and let the big bird break his wings.

He has averaged 20+10 per game for four consecutive seasons, which is not as good as the Magic.

In the 88 finals, he once dragged an injured leg and scored 25 points in a single quarter. Such a feat has never been achieved by the scoring madman Jordan.

When Jordan enters the Hall of Fame in the future, there is a sentence in his speech, "Isiah, Bird, Magician, I am no worse than you guys." From this sentence, we can see the status of this little man in NBA history, that is a legend.

Seeing the smiling assassin's smile, Kevin Johnson's nerves suddenly tightened.

Also as a top point guard, Thomas has played 20+10 for four consecutive seasons, but Johnson has also performed 20+10 for three consecutive years. In the fourth season, that is, he scored 19.7 points and 10.7 assists in the quasi-20+10 performance last season. His strength is actually not worse than the opponent.

But in terms of title, Thomas, who has won two championships, is undoubtedly much higher, and Kevin Johnson has not yet reached a championship.

In the next moment, the Smiling Assassin wobbled and broke through. Lightning Johnson quickly retreated, turned around and chased after him.

In the next moment, the smile pierced the jumper with an emergency stop, and the lightning stopped suddenly. When he wanted to return to the defense, his ball had already been shot.

"Shh!"

Splashes appeared, and two points were hit from far.

"It's really a smile + assassin!"

Lao Wang, who was looking at this side from a low position, sighed in his heart.

The Suns attacked, Wang Tiejun and Barkley were in the low positions on the left and right, pressing the Pistons' inside defensive force to the low position. All three outside lines were opened, leaving a large space in the middle.

At this time, small forward Richard Dumars suddenly started cutting inside from the left-wing three-point line, through the hollow space, and cut into the paint from the left elbow.

Kevin Johnson quickly passed the ball into the paint area, and Dumars got it two meters in front of the basket.

Lambiel and Rodman returned to the basket at the same time, and they stared at Dumars who had just received the ball, especially Lambiel, whose cold and ferocious eyes made Dumars shudder.

"boom!"

Dumars, who was fully capable of a layup, was frightened. The rookie made a sudden stop, put his hands together, and stopped in front of Lambiel.

"Shet!"

On the sidelines, coach Westphal slapped his palms angrily.

"give me!"

Stretching out his hands, Wang Tiejun shouted at Dumas.

Dumars passed the ball in a hurry and was almost cut off by Rodman. When Lao Wang received the ball, Lambiel rushed over with his hands waving.

"boom!"

While Wang Tiejun was dribbling, Xiong Bu stepped forward and took the initiative to make contact with Lambiel who was rushing.

"Oh!"

The moment the front foot hit the ground, he suddenly exerted force, and the six forces merged into one, and the two of them collided in an instant. Lambir, who rushed towards him, let out a muffled snort, and the huge reaction force immediately made him flip backwards and hit the floor.

In a hurry, Wang Tiejun's force was not sufficient, and he was also stopped by the collision, but he had the advantage of tonnage and strength, and he did not lose his center of gravity, but the ball was a little out of control.

He quickly grabbed the ball from the floor with both hands, when Rodman rushed over, he quickly got up and hooked the ball to the basket.

"boom!"

Missed, a little short, the ball bounced out of the basket.

"mine!"

Rodman turned and jumped, grabbing the backboard with both hands.

At this time, Wang Tiejun's movements were not slow, he didn't need to turn around, he jumped up from behind Rodman with one step, passed Rodman with his right arm, and pressed his right hand to the bouncing basketball.

Just as Rodman's hands touched the ball, a big hand suddenly pressed on it. The next moment, with a bang, the basketball was pushed into the basket, and he was also knocked off the ground. He staggered and fell to the floor.

"yeah!"

The fans applaud and cheer.

"Damn it, he hit me." Rodman got up quickly, yelling at the referee while making a hand gesture.

But the referee ignored him, grabbing a rebound in the air is a normal collision, and at the same time your hand and the ball are together, that is part of the ball, as long as you don’t hit the part above the wrist, it is not a foul, you frequent flops, don’t try to fool my whistle.

Looking back, the only good comrade of the Bad Boys, the NBA's morality award winner, Pistons shooting guard Joe Dumars holds the ball on the right wing.

Under the basket, Comrade Wang turned back and stuck Lambir behind him. The bad boy was so anxious that he gave him a hard elbow.

At this time Dumars threw a mid-range shot, but Dan Marley defended very tightly and almost blocked it. The ball was obviously too high and too short.

The path of the ball was too obvious, Lao Wang judged that the ball would hit the basket and rebound, and immediately took a step towards the front right side of the basket.

Sure enough, with a bang, the basketball hit the basket and rebounded.

Barkley stuck Rodman outside, landed on him, and he was about to jump to grab the rebound when a giant rushed over.

"mine!"

Lao Wang yelled and grabbed the rebound on Barkley's head.

"..."

Barkley's eyes widened, you, you, old K, you actually grabbed my backcourt rebound?

"Hahaha..." Many fans at the scene laughed together.

"Okay, Charles, our rookie needs data, but you only need the championship." The live commentator was also teasing.

"Three!"

After grabbing another board, Pharaoh got excited and handed the ball to Barkley, saying, "Brother, return the ball to you."

Barkley laughed angrily, and scolded, "Get lost!"

Suns attack, Kevin Johnson was hit by the smiling assassin just now, and he didn't return it later, this time he will return one.

When he came to the top of the arc, he beckoned to Barkley in the low post. The latter immediately raised to the top of the arc, made a pick-and-roll, and then he took the opportunity to break through and go in from the free throw line.

Rodman reacted quickly and immediately switched defenses. After Kevin Johnson made an emergency stop, he made a step-back jumper and hit a goal.

2:7, Pistons attack.

(End of this chapter)