NBA backer king

Chapter 47 Riding Buckle
The game restarted with the Suns attacking.

"Hurry up, you idiot, you still haven't got a point, you damn jailbreaker, let me give you a big cap." Mourning stood behind Wang Tiejun and cursed in his ear.

There is no need for the ball at all, Kevin Johnson has already thrown it.

The winning or losing of today's game is not important at all, and it is not important in itself. One is the East and the other is the West. The records do not affect each other, and they will not meet in the playoffs. The possibility of the two teams meeting in the finals is zero, not slightly equal to zero.

Therefore, it is most important to teach the opponent a lesson.

"Bump him, old K!"

After passing the ball, Kevin Johnson, who is not afraid of big things, yelled.

"Ruandan, let the uncle loosen your muscles and bones for you today, so that you can feel comfortable and comfortable."

With the ball in hand, Pharaoh is not in a hurry to attack, food and grass go first, no, it's trash talking first.

Mourning was furious, I am synonymous with toughness, and you call me a softie again?This is a great shame!

"Hold on, Alonzo, show your tough defense!" In the media seat two meters away, a black curly-haired reporter who likes Mourning shouted sharply.

"Oh!"

At this moment, Old Wang hit Mourning fiercely for the first time, crushing Mourning's chest, high-pressure gas whizzed out from his throat, and there was a short scream, and his whole face turned red immediately.

Fortunately, he stood still, his strength quality was indeed very good, the tonnage was ten kilograms smaller, and he still carried the relying beating this time.

"Oh!"

However, the second hit followed.

"Cough cough cough..."

He happened to be in the midst of recovering his breath, and the fierce impact caused him to die immediately, coughing violently, and of course he couldn't even talk about defense, his feet were completely confused, and he staggered backwards.

And Wang Tiejun, having completed his turn, rushed past Mourning, held the ball violently, and smashed the basket with one arm.

"damn it!"

At the media table, the little curly-haired reporter who liked Mourning was tearing his eyes apart, but there was nothing he could do.

"boom!"

With the violent sound of exploding baskets, the entire American West Arena suddenly boiled.

"Oh, God!"

Little Curly muttered angrily and in pain.

"Oh ho ho, the heavy bombing from the monster old K, the Hornets No. [-] pick Alonzo Mourning, he is only worthy of being under our giant beast, struggling like a bitch..."

The excited roar of the on-site commentator rolled over the American West Arena.

"Damn it, Mourning, show your strength and teach that Chinese a lesson!"

"Mourning, don't hide your strength, use your ability to blow him up, you can do it."

The two commentators of TNT were in a hurry, and they all started to cheer up.

"Soft, don't you want to hate me? What qualifications do you have to wear the No. 33 jersey? Take it off and change to another number."

After succeeding, the excited Old Wang roared at Mourning.

"Go away, damn escaped prisoner!"

Mourning pushed Wang Tiejun away violently.

"Call me again? Damn you bastard, I'm going to confiscate your basket today." Wang Tiejun roared angrily.

"you dare?"

Mourning's eyes started to fire. If the basket was taken away, would he still have his face?He's a basket protector.

"Food, I'll let you go to grandma's house. I'm going to hit you and vomit blood today, more than when your aunt came. Let your mother prepare a bowl of brown sugar water for you."

Lao Wang roared like a giant beast.

When he came to the backcourt, he squeezed towards the basket and yelled towards the top of the arc: "Give me the ball, I'm going to hit another softie."

"Ha ha……"

The audience fell silent, and then burst into laughter.

"He's an idiot!"

The little curly-haired reporter found a chance to vent, and roared in the media seats.

Beside him, most of the reporters nodded in agreement, but a small number of reporters gave him an annoyed look.

"He's a Chinese idiot!"

"Yeah, did he think he belonged to the Hornets?"

In the TNT commentary booth, two commentators finally seized the opportunity to mock Wang Tiejun.

"Grass, wrong, wrong!"

Only then did Lao Wang react, and hurriedly ran towards Mourning.

Mourning looked at Lao Wang who was running up with disdain, and cursed secretly, what qualifications does such an idiot have to be my opponent?

This time, Bug Boggs stopped passing to Mourning because Larry Johnson was asking for the ball, and he passed to the left low post.

This time the turnaround jump shot was missed, Lao Wang and Mourning were fighting for rebounds under the basket.

Mourning's rebounding ability can only be said to be okay, and there is a big gap between the three super centers and O'Neal, and it is not as good as Ewing, who has the worst rebounding ability.

Although Pharaoh's current rebounding skills are average, he still protected this backcourt rebound by virtue of his height advantage under the basket and favorable defensive position.

Entering the front court, he squeezed directly to the basket.

Kevin Johnson also gestured to pull away, Barkley also left from the paint area, took away Larry Johnson, and left the basket to Lao Wang and Mourning one-on-one.

Mourning was dead, the blood vessels in his neck were swollen like a snake, his face was blood red, and he was using all the strength to feed.

"Mourning, hold on!"

Little Curly worked hard to cheer for Mourning on the media seats two meters away.

But the weight disadvantage is too great, ten kilograms is not a small amount, Mourning's physique is completely smaller in front of Lao Wang, and he can't bear Lao Wang's horizontal push and violent crush.

When it was close to two seconds, Wang Tiejun squeezed and leaned, took a big step into the paint area, and squeezed to a position one step away from the basket, 1.5 meters away, which had already entered his shooting range, no, it was within the dunk range,

"Old K, fuck him!"

At this time, Kevin Johnson yelled and lobbed the ball in.

Wang Tiejun blocked Mourning behind with his left hand, caught the ball with his right hand, and with a bang, he leaned over to dribble, and broke out with a fierce attack.

Mourning snorted, and his feet loosened.

"boom!"

In the next moment, Wang Tiejun turned around and slammed his hands violently. With a ferocious double dunk with both hands, he sank the Hornets' basket.

Mourning lost his center of gravity after being hit, and could no longer make defensive moves, so he could only watch himself being dunked.

With a bang, the ball passed through the rim and hit him on the head.

This was not over yet, when Wang Tiejun smashed the basket, he also pulled his arms and raised his legs, and his crotch bumped into Mourning's face, and his legs rode directly on the latter's shoulders. The latter grunted and fell down in response, slipping three feet backwards.

"Oh yeah!"

The Meixi Arena first exclaimed, and then quickly turned into a sea of ​​boiling water.

"Oh, God!"

After the bottom line, Xiao Curly's face was full of disbelief, and he even forgot to press the shutter of the camera in his hand.

"Oh yeah, old K completed a riding dunk, and he dunked Mourning." The live commentator roared frantically.

"Too bad! This is too bad..."

"How can you humiliate Mourning like this, it's too unsportsmanlike..."

In the TNT commentary booth, the two commentators looked at each other and murmured.

"Old K, you did a great job!"

Barkley rushed up and roared excitedly.

"Just do it, old K, I'll give you the ball again, keep hitting him." Kevin Johnson also rushed over and shouted.

"Old K, you and him are in the same year show, both are centers, and the jersey number is the same. If you don't beat him, how can you get in? Beat him up, and then fuck that big shark next time."

Dan Marley rushed up and roared.

"Ha ha……"

Comrade Wang was over excited, laughed, and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, I didn't break the backboard this time, and I will try to pull out the basket next time."

"Haha..." The Sun players laughed after hearing this.

"Bastard!"

A group of Suns players stood next to Mourning and yelled. Mourning was so angry that he was about to have a stroke. In addition, he had just been buckled, and now his head was throbbing with veins, and his face was about to bleed.

(End of this chapter)