NBA backer king

Chapter 3 Becoming a Suns Trainer
"mark?"

Barkley yelled at this time, and then passed the ball in.

Mark West received the ball, calmed down, and started dribbling the ball to hit Wang Tiejun with his back, trying to get in close to the basket before making a shot.

But Wang Tiejun killed him with his shoulders and chest from behind, preventing him from advancing an inch.

His strength is really only at the level of a role player. He entered the league in 83, and now he is almost 33 years old. He is in the late stage of his career. He only has 5+5 statistics in his career. He used to be a substitute for the Suns.

Seeing that he couldn't get in, he immediately used his elbow from embarrassment, slid down suddenly, and at the same time slammed his right elbow, hitting Wang Tiejun's face like a whip.

"boom!"

Then he took the opportunity to slide successfully, and after one step into the basket, it was a dunk.

"Haha, fuck him like this!"

"Brother, come one more."

"Chinese, get out of New York!"

A group of niggers jumped and screamed excitedly.

"Damn it, damn it, you have guts!"

Having suffered, Wang Tiejun gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly.

There is a red mark on his left cheek, which is the biggest loss he has ever suffered on the basketball court.

Barkley shook his head secretly. He came to the Suns from Philadelphia this season just for the championship, but the strength of the main center made him very disappointed. He was very disappointed. Against a street kid, he could score with his elbows. Facing a super center like Ewing, how could he be eaten to the bone?He couldn't help looking at Ewing on the sidelines.

Sure enough, the gorilla's face was still as dull and indifferent as ever. It was the kind of simple-minded, blind-eyed guy who didn't see the existence of the two heads-up on the court at all, because he could blow up both of them with one hand.

"It's your turn to attack, Pharaoh." Barkley shouted.

Wang Tiejun came to the low position on the left wing and began to ask for a position. After Mark West stood behind, he immediately leaned back tentatively.

"easy."

Under the temptation, West's center of gravity loosened at the back, and he knew it well. The strength of the opponent was not as good as him, and it was much worse.

The next moment, he immediately began to increase his strength to squeeze in, to increase the position to a deeper position, and the position was very strong.

Mark West exhausted all his breastfeeding strength, pushing his elbows against his back and knees against his knees, but he was still crushed by Wang Tiejun in the confrontation. It can be said that he was not an opponent of the same magnitude at all.

In terms of tonnage, Wang Tiejun has gained 10 kilograms, which is a huge difference. How much strength can a muscle of [-] or [-] kilograms explode?
In boxing, three to five kilograms is a level, let alone ten kilograms?
Speaking of strength, at least one level stronger.

Speaking of confrontation, Wang Tiejun's low-post confrontation ability is level 91, and it is not known whether the old West has level 75 now.

The contest inside the line is a head-to-head confrontation between muscles, and there is nothing empty about it.

Moreover, Wang Tiejun just squeezed, and didn't use his hitting action.

"Strong strength! Strong confrontation ability! But the technical movements are a bit blunt, and the time to play should not be much. I am not a professional player."

Colangelo has a new understanding of Wang Tiejun's strength and ability to fight, but he also sees some weaknesses.

"Catch the ball."

Barkley was still facing his teammates, fearing that Wang Tiejun would squeeze directly to the basket, so he quickly passed the ball over.

Wang Tiejun could only stop, grabbed the ball with one hand, and firmly grasped the ball in his hand.

Under the force of those five fingers, the ball immediately deformed, which shows how strong his control over the ball is.

As a person who has practiced Bajiquan since he was a child, he has also practiced a basic skill, which is to specifically train Bajiquan to catch the iron ball with both hands.

His hands are too big and powerful. The largest iron ball he has ever used is 10 kg, so his palm and finger strength are very strong, and he has a pair of unicorn arms.

"What a big hand!"

There was no reference object before, so I didn't feel it. Now that there is a comparison with the ball, everyone on the scene was surprised.

"He has the hands of a superstar, his body is also very strong, he has absolute height, his arms are also very long, and his static talent is good."

Colangelo was the same, staring at Wang Tiejun without blinking.

"boom!"

Wang Tiejun leaned over to dribble, his feet suddenly fell down, and when his waist and hips were twisted, the six forces combined into one, and a huge force burst out instantly. His shoulder and back hit Mark West's chest with absolute ferocity, and the impact sound was very dull.

"Hey!"

Mark West's chest was instantly crushed by a huge force, and the gas in the chest cavity was squeezed out at a high speed passively, and there was a scream like a chicken crowing, and the whole person was felled down on the spot like a stake.

"boom!"

Wang Tiejun took the opportunity to catch the ball with one hand, stepped over Mark West in one step, and swelled up like a giant beast. With one hand, he dunked and blew up the basket. The entire basket sank instantly, as if it was about to collapse.

"Pretty!"

Barkley's admiration couldn't help blurting out.

"it is good!"

Colangelo on the sidelines also lit up.

Among all the centers in the league, only this year's No. [-] rookie Shaquille O'Neal possesses this fierce crushing style.

Of course, he didn't think that Wang Tiejun could compete with O'Neal, because O'Neal's flexibility and explosive power are top-notch, and it can be said that he has both hardness and softness, while Wang Tiejun's ball shows a sense of strength and strength.Moreover, the technical level of the two is completely incomparable.

"Ok?"

Ewing, who had always been indifferent, moved his eyes.

He doesn't have this kind of power.

He also doesn't have this kind of strong back-to-back technique that relies on strength to overwhelm the defender.

He thought Wang Tiejun, the yellow man who claimed to be the number one center forward, was just a clown, but now it seems that he is a more or less skilled clown.

But that's all. West's strength is too bad to explain anything at all.

"Uh!"

Mark West was hit hard, and he lay on the ground for a long time before recovering, his face was pale, and he looked at Wang Tiejun above his head in horror.

His own style of play is soft and he doesn't like confrontation. The reason why he was so defensive just now is that he thought that Wang Tiejun was just a street kid, which could just let him show his prestige, but he didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble.

Now, in his eyes, this Chinese is a beast that wants to eat people, and he regrets standing up.

"Shet! This damned Chinese dares to step over our brother's head?"

"Damn it, he shamed our brother!"

The gangsters were also stunned, and after realizing it, they shouted again.

"Hmph! It's like dog food!"

Staring at those gangsters and swearing in Tianjin dialect, Wang Tiejun yelled at West on the ground: "Hey, that's all you have? Get up and follow me."

"Ahem, damn it, I was careless!"

Mark West coughed in pain, clutching his chest and got up, very embarrassed.

In fact, now he was very uncomfortable, as if his chest had been crushed.

The heads-up continued, and West attacked.

With the ball in his hand, he deliberately stepped on Wang Tiejun's foot when he was dribbling, and then took the opportunity to go in and make a layup. The offense was quite easy.

"Mark West's strength is very poor. This Chinese youth is still unable to defend, which shows that his defensive experience is seriously insufficient, his pace is not flexible enough, his moving speed is average, and his turning speed is average."

Colangelo guessed in his heart.

At this time, it was Wang Tiejun's turn to attack.

West didn't dare to die this time, and took the forward move.

In this way, Wang Tiejun went directly to the basket, one-handed the front of West to the outside, and received a pass from Barkley.

Once the ball was in his hands, West was almost hanging on to him.

"boom!"

He leaned over to dribble, exerted force on his feet, and twisted his waist and hips. The six forces combined into one, and the strength of the hit exploded instantly. With a bang, under the impact of his shoulder and back, West behind him was knocked down again with a muffled grunt.

"boom!"

In the next moment, he jumped up and completed a one-arm dunk.

"Trash, at your level, are you really an NBA player?"

After letting go of the basket, Wang Tiejun yelled at West who couldn't get up.

But the strange thing is that Barkley and Colangelo shook their heads at the same time for this dunk at the basket. Judging from their looks, they didn't seem to think it was a good attack.

"Damn it!"

The embarrassed West got up panting, but he didn't dare to go up to trouble Wang Tiejun.

"Okay, Erping, this matter is over." Barkley said loudly.

At this time Colangelo said: "Charles, take Mark away first, I will come right away."

In the past few heads-ups, he saw that Wang Tiejun's offensive moves were not many, he just drove to the basket and then shot. Other offensive skills should be very average, and he didn't use much pace. He just used strength to force his opponent.

For example, he thinks that the last slap at the basket is completely unnecessary. Wouldn't it be okay to just get up and dunk or layup for an extra slap?
This is a bad offensive habit. With Wang Tiejun's height and wingspan, the best way is to fight high.

In addition, his performance on the defensive end was even worse. The main reason was that he had no experience in the game and did not give full play to his physical advantages. With West's poor strength, he failed to defend once in two offenses, and he did not even make effective defensive moves.

But on the whole, he believes that Wang Tiejun still has some potential, his physical condition is not bad, his static talent is very good, but his skills are too poor, he has no game experience, and he is not yet at the level of a professional player.

However, the team does lack a big center-type sparring partner. This year's No. 22 pick in the first round, Oliver Miller, has a tonnage as high as 127 kg. He has high hopes for him and wants to train the team's future center forward, so he wants to get Wang Tiejun back as a sparring partner.

But what he did was also two-handed preparation. Wang Tiejun can be a training partner first, and if his skills are better, maybe he can also be signed as a substitute for the fifth position.

In addition, Wang Tiejun's strong confrontation ability is precisely what all center players of the Suns do not possess.

From last season's main center Andrew Lang to this season's Mark West, they all lack confrontation ability, the style of play is soft, and there are too few offenses at the basket, which is hardly lethal.

This is one of the most important reasons why he wants to take Wang Tiejun under his command.

The reason why they don't sign directly is because the team already has 15 players, and if they are signed now, one must be waived or traded first.

And being a sparring partner is the most cost-effective way. It doesn't cost a lot of money and you can get Wang Tiejun in your hands first.

"Young man, I am Jerry Colangelo, the general manager of the Suns. You can call me Mr. General Manager or Mr. Colangelo."

He walked up to Wang Tiejun, stretched out his hand, and introduced himself.

"Hello, Mr. Colangelo, do you have anything to do with me?" After shaking hands, Wang Tiejun asked expectantly.

"My team is short of a partner, are you interested?" Colangelo smiled.

"Sparring?"

Wang Tiejun felt that a large basket of pies fell from the sky and hit him on the head. The system really said it right, and there is another village!

"OK, but I want to know how much I can get a month?" He asked quickly.

"You get a weekly salary, once a week, $850 a week, 24 weeks of work in a season, and you can get a salary of $[-] in half a year," Colangelo said.

"Twenty thousand dollars?"

Old Wang's eyes lit up.

"But you need to pay taxes, $15 is subject to 1.2% personal income tax rate, and you are single, $[-] of income is tax-free. Well, you need an accountant, he will help you pay taxes. " Colangelo laughed.

Hearing the "but", Pharaoh knew something was wrong, but after all the calculations, it was still better than working illegally, and this was a formal job, so he could apply for a work visa, so he was still very happy.

"You live down here?"

Following Wang Tiejun to a dirty alley full of rubbish, looking at the dark sewer mouth under his feet, a stench came in his nostrils, Colangelo couldn't help covering his nose and took a few steps back, and then asked in surprise.

Wang Tiejun chuckled and said, "It's an abandoned sewer down here. It's warmer than putting up cardboard boxes and sleeping tents on the street. There are a lot of rats and cockroaches, and it's a bit smelly, but you can get used to it."

Watching Wang Tiejun disappear into the sewer, Colangelo shook his head. Now the temperature in New York is around zero at night, and it will continue to drop. If it snows, living here is likely to freeze to death someday. Many homeless people freeze to death on the streets of New York every winter.

In fact, he didn't know that it was really warm in winter and cool in summer here. After cleaning it up, it didn't smell too bad. Wang Tiejun lived here all the time when he arrived in New York. In order to pay off his debts as soon as possible, he couldn't spend money to rent a house.

About 2 minutes later, a large tattered backpack was thrown up, and then Wang Tiejun crawled out with a bad smell.

"Sir, let's go." He said with a smile.

Colangelo nodded, and deliberately took a few steps away from Wang Tiejun, not because he wanted to be rude, but because it was too stinky.

Following Colangelo, facing the slanting sunlight on his head, Wang Tiejun, carrying a big bag, walked with his head held high, feeling that he was entering a new life, and the pressure of debts of more than 7 yuan was suddenly much less.

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