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Chapter 25 The Trophy Was Robbed

"God, he actually dunked the basket, it's unbelievable!"

"How is it possible? No one has ever been able to dunk the basket..."

After the scene was quiet for a while, there were countless discussions immediately.

"Crack clap..."

"No one has dunked the basket. The Chinese coolie is about to become famous, and he became famous with one goal!"

"The ancient beast Darryl Dawkins only smashed the backboard, but this guy actually dunked the basket. Why is his dunk so violent and brutal?"

In the media booth behind the baseline, all the reporters frantically waved their shutters to record this moment, taking pictures while discussing enthusiastically.

"Damn it, if it wasn't for Tim Pesci's help, he wouldn't have been able to knock down our basket." In the commentary booth, Rohm shouted after recovering.

"Yes, yes, it should be like this. His explosive power is not enough. With personal strength, it is impossible to dunk the basket. Tim Pesci's weight helped him. This is just a coincidence." Venus quickly echoed.

When he came back to his senses, Wang Tiejun turned his head and asked the shocked Barkley: "Brother, I won't pay for this thing, right?"

Barkley laughed and said, "Brother, don't worry, you can continue to do this, don't worry about losing a penny."

"Old K, do you know what you did?"

"Old K, you are unparalleled in power!"

Several teammates of Dan Marley rushed over, chattering, yelling excitedly.

Wang Tiejun chuckled, he knew himself, it wasn't because Tim Persie was hanging on his body, he couldn't have dunked the basket just now.

"Thank you, brother."

He patted Tim Pesci, who had a godless face next to him, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Damn it!"

Tim Pesci smiled bitterly, turned and walked to the bench.

"Rookie, do you want to take it away?"

Jeff Hornacek came over, stopped Wang Tiejun who was going off the field, and asked with a grim expression, pointing to the basket in his hand.

"This is my trophy." He quickly put the basket behind his buttocks.

"Damn rookie!"

Jeff Hornacek cursed secretly, and said in his heart that if you take it away, our face will not be completely trampled by you.

He looked to Kevin Johnson, hoping his former backcourt partner would help him get that damn rim back.

Kevin Johnson scratched his head a little. Although he had a good relationship with Senasek, he didn't want to affect his relationship with Old K.

"Boy, this is the property of the arena, you can't take it away."

"I can give money, buy it now, ten dollars."

"Rookie, don't go too far! Is this a matter of money?"

"I can give double, how about twenty dollars?"

"Damn it, I'll give you two hundred dollars, and you put it down."

"Damn rookie, if you don't return it to us, there will be no end for today."

Other Philadelphia players also came over, not wanting Wang Tiejun to take away the basket. In addition to being angry, they were bargaining and arguing. Although they hadn't pushed and shoved, they pointed and poked, and the atmosphere became a little tense.

"Shh!"

"Damn Chinese, this is our basket, give it back to us!"

"Pervert coolie, either keep the basket, or you stay in Philadelphia to play, choose one of the two."

Countless home fans also reacted at this time. Seeing that Wang Tiejun wanted to take away the basket, they all booed and cursed.

"Old K, give it back to them." Head coach Paul Westphal was a little dumbfounded and shouted from the sidelines.

"Old K, forget it." Barkley and Kevin Johnson also said quickly.

Wang Tiejun had no choice but to hand out the basket behind his buttocks, and said with some discomfort: "This time is an away game. If I want to get it again at home next time, I should be able to keep the spoils, right?"

"Pfft!"

The Suns players burst into laughter.

Barkley said happily: "If it is really at home, then no one can stop you from taking it away, not even God."

"Shet, it's not enough to do it once, do you want to do it again?"

The Philadelphia players, such as Jeff Hornacek, looked at Wang Tiejun indignantly, wanting to press him on the floor and beat him up.

With this dunk, the Philadelphia Digital team, which was not as strong as the Suns, had no morale. The game completely entered the rhythm of the Suns, showing a one-sided trend.

No one in the digital team can compete with Wang Tiejun's back-up in the low post. Together with the superstar Barkley, the two teamed up to blow up the inside line of the digital team.

Wang Tiejun played for 30 minutes, leaving the rest of the time for Oliver Miller. The Suns management still wants to cultivate this first-round pick, which can be used as Wang Tiejun's substitute.

Colangelo and head coach Paul Westphal thought it through very clearly. With Wang Tiejun's back-up and strong confrontation throughout the whole process, the physical consumption is very high. The playing time must be well controlled, which requires a substitute.

The two shared all the time in the fifth position. Mark West didn't even get a second. An injury made him fall from the main center forward to such a situation. At the end of the game, his old face was so dark that he couldn't see it.

Barkley scored 38 points and 36 rebounds in 16 minutes, winning the game's best.

Comrade Lao Wang made 9 of 8 shots. Philadelphia's inside line was weak and lacked confrontation. His offense was all dunks after hitting the basket, but he made one dunk and made 5 of 2 free throws.

Including turnovers and fouls, he got the ball 14 times, ranking second in the team, second only to Barkley. This is only the third game, which is very good. It can be seen that the team really wants to train him.

Back in the locker room, after summarizing the game, Paul Westphal specifically called Wang Tiejun aside to summarize his personal performance.

"Old K, you performed well tonight."

Paul Westphal first praised, but when Comrade Wang was smiling, he poured cold water on it:
"However, you have too many turnovers and fouls, which wastes a lot of our possessions. At the same time, if you continue to maintain such a high number of fouls, it will eventually affect your playing time, which is very important."

Wang Tiejun nodded in embarrassment, and quickly assured: "Coach, don't worry, I will pay attention."

Paul Westphal said seriously: "Also, the reason why you got so many chances at the basket tonight is because Philadelphia's interior is too soft.

Your finishing method is too monotonous. As long as you encounter a tank-type insider with strong confrontation ability, your number of shots at the basket will be greatly reduced, so you must strengthen the training of finishing skills. "

"I see, Coach.

"In addition, your rebounding ability still has a lot of room for improvement. Look at Barkley, he is [-] centimeters shorter than you, and his wingspan may be [-] centimeters, but he rebounds a lot more than you. You can ask him for rebounding skills, and he will definitely be happy to teach you."

"I will, Coach."

"In terms of defense, you are strong enough and not afraid of confrontation, but you have too little experience and are easy to be overwhelmed. If you encounter Dameng, you will be easily overwhelmed by him..."

Paul Westphal analyzed Wang Tiejun for more than ten minutes, and did not stop until the time for the post-match press conference was almost up.

The data tonight was good. Comrade Wang was a little proud at first, but after this analysis, he came to his senses.

"Overall, your performance is still good. Now go take a shower, the locker room interview time is coming soon." Paul Westphal patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

(End of this chapter)