Chapter 479 It’s Our Turn!

November 5th, Los Angeles.

This is destined to be an extraordinary night.

The Staples Center Arena was already packed with people early on.

The stands were all purple and gold, and countless fans were holding long banners, saying things like 'The Lakers must win, the SuperSonics must lose', 'Kobe Bryant is the eternal god', or Holding huge posters of Kobe Bryant or Yao Ming, they were pulling, swaying, and shouting excitedly in the stands, causing the entire center of the arena to plunge into a frenzy.

And when the camera on the TV screen zoomed out to the outside of the arena, you could see that the fans who couldn't buy tickets were also gathered outside the center and refused to leave. There were a few large, crowded and dark areas gathered around the arena. Tens of thousands of people guarded the huge LCD screen hanging on the outer wall of the arena, causing nearby traffic to come to a standstill.

If you don’t know, I might have thought this was the Super Bowl finals.

basketball? NBA? Regular season?

Before this year, such a hot scene would have been unthinkable.

Accompanied by the noisy noise of the TV, the last screen shot was pulled back to the quiet live broadcast room. A soft and enthusiastic female announcer came from the TV: "Hello, fans and friends! This is ABC. The TV station’s live broadcast room will soon bring you the NBA regular season game between the SuperSonics and the Lakers!”

She said with a smile: "The scenes at the scene were so exciting. The Los Angeles Patrol Department deployed a large number of personnel to maintain order. The fans were so enthusiastic that I thought tonight's game was this year's finals!"

"Of course, after all, this is the Lakers playing the SuperSonics. There are not only local fans in Los Angeles, but also many fans from other places. Tickets tonight are really hard to get!" This is Barkley's slightly hoarse voice. Magnetic loud voice: "Hahaha, I have been looking forward to this game a week ago! The SuperSonics, who are considered to be on the decline, undoubtedly brought us too many surprises with their previous performance against the Cavaliers. and surprise.”

"Needless to say, this team is really too strong. To use an old Eastern story, they have the sharpest spear in the league - Lin Dong. At the same time, they also have the strongest shield in the league. ——god trio!”

"Don't think they are old and young. You have to understand that these three guys have all entered the league's defensive first team, two of them are active players, and they even won a total of 3 DPOYs. That representative Holding the league's highest defensive honor! What's even more frightening is that they actually have a tailor-made defensive formation... Anyone who watches the game for a few years can feel that this team's defensive ability is the strongest in history. One, maybe even stronger than their offense! Even the Pistons' Fab Five, which is said to be the strongest defensive team in the history of the NBA, could compete with this SuperSonics. It can only be said that he is slightly better in terms of fouling methods!"

Doris smiled and looked at Barkley meaningfully: "It seems that after experiencing 'Three Thousand Thousand Times to Kill You,' our big mouths have changed from 'Supersonics haters' to Supersonics supporters. "

"Hahaha, absolutely not! Am I such a fickle person?" Barkley said with a smile: "The reason why I say the Sonics are great is because I have higher expectations for the current Lakers! I think this The Lakers are still better!”

"How to say?"

"I won't talk about personal feelings, let's talk about the data! If the Sonics have two active defensive teams, then the Lakers also have two! Kobe Bryant and Doug Christie. At the same time, they also have Yao Ming. , last year's All-Defensive Second Team, coupled with Odom, who also made the Defensive Second Team the year before, the Lakers' defensive lineup is even more luxurious. If it weren't for Nash who did miss a point on the defensive end, then I would have no doubt about it. It is said that the defensive ability of this Lakers is even better than that of the SuperSonics!”

"As for offense, only Lin Dong of the SuperSonics entered the best offensive first team, but the Lakers' Yao Ming and Kobe Bryant were both in last year's first team. Speaking of organization, is there any player in this league who can pass the ball better than Nash? Maybe there is. , but that guy is in the Cavaliers, not the SuperSonics!”

"This Lakers has players in every position that can compete with the Cavaliers' strengths, and the fifth man is far superior. They don't have the loopholes that the Cavaliers have, and the overall lineup is more balanced. Even the depth of the bench is with the Cavaliers. And the Supersonics are so good! Please tell me, how can the Lakers lose?"

"It seems that Charles's desire for gambling is getting ready again." Doris teased.

"No, my heart is as calm as water!" Buckley refused decisively. The last time he licked that 'will kill you three thousand', it really almost scared him to the point of peeing. Who knows what he would face if he made another bet? Challenge: "I'm not interested in gambling, we're just making a simple pre-match prediction."

"Haha, because you just finished the bet, I'll let you go this time and let us... Huh?" Doris paused for a moment and said with a smile: "The backstage reaction just now, the official website was in a flash The server was suddenly overwhelmed by the influx of fans and the server was paralyzed. Backend technicians are working on repairs. Fans are asked to watch the game rationally and focus on the live broadcast instead of leaving messages on the official website..."

"My analysis of the two teams must have resonated with fans and friends." Barkley laughed and fiddled with the computer in front of him and said: "The background has been repaired, let's see what everyone has left! "

"Let him bet, let him bet... What message is this? What bet? Who bet?" Buckley read the message with a smile.

"If Buckley doesn't gamble, then we won't watch ABC?" Buckley's eyes suddenly widened, his mouth suddenly closed, his eyes quickly scanned down, but he stopped reading aloud, but the director's voice came from the earphones. - Charles, bet with them! Just bet that the Sonics will lose. I guarantee that the ratings will continue to soar and I'll give you a raise!

Barkley opened his mouth wide, unable to respond to the director's words. After a long while, he couldn't laugh or cry, but he pointed directly at the camera and said, "Don't go too far. Just watch the game and see what I do! I won't make any bets with you anymore." Yes! I swear on the honor of my dearest old friend Michael Jordan!"

Work is work, and program effects are effects, but when you are looking for fun, you can’t just focus on one person! Brother, it’s just a living, why should I work so hard?

But the director has already spoken, so we still can't say it too harshly. We can just swear on Michael's reputation. If we can escape, we can escape. If we can't escape...then let's just say that we can't escape.

Fortunately, Doris saw Barkley sweating profusely and knew that his psychological shadow had not yet passed, so she quickly came to his rescue: "Speaking of Michael Jordan, the God of Basketball also came to the scene today. Please watch. Reporter Tim reports from the scene! "

The camera turned and the screen came to the player tunnel.

Michael Jordan, wearing a suit and ties, smiled and walked at the front accompanied by the staff.

"The players are going to play soon. Let's go see the greatest group of fighters today." Michael Jordan smiled and said to the camera while walking forward: "Everyone knows my attitude towards the SuperSonics and Lin Dong. I like them from the bottom of my heart and admire them. I have absolutely no personal grudges. But at the same time, I am also eager to see a group of young people who can stand up and defeat them and accomplish what I failed to do in my old age. , I believe I am not the only one in the United States who thinks so, this is also the wish of almost all fans.”

"And there is no doubt that these young people who have placed everyone's hope are the Lakers!"

"Here are the best comrades I have ever played with, and there are also the little brothers I admire the most. Today's Lakers are like the Wizards back then, and their overall lineup is much stronger than ours back then!"

While he was talking, the camera followed Michael Jordan to the door of the Lakers locker room.

Michael Jordan stood at the door of the locker room, smiled and said the last words to the camera: "Guess what they are doing?"

"Discuss tactics?"

"Mobilize before war!"

"Haha, maybe I am changing my clothes." The reporters and followers around me all laughed and talked about it: "Haha, the female fans are lucky now, they will follow our cameras to witness The sexy bodies of the bravest men on the planet!”

Michael Jordan smiled slightly and opened the door to the Lakers locker room.

But the picture reflected in the camera is different from what everyone imagined.

There were no chattering tactical discussions, no passionate fights, and no shirtless ‘hormone scenes’.

Everyone has changed their jerseys and is sitting in their respective seats in the locker room. Everyone seems to be sitting quietly with their eyes closed.

The room was eerily quiet, with a coldness that was completely opposite to the expected warmth.

The first thing the camera saw was Yao Ming, who was the largest in the locker room and was sitting in the most conspicuous position.

Seeing someone pushing the door open, Yao Ming opened his eyes from his 'meditation' in surprise. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the reporter, and then saw Michael Jordan.

But Yao Ming didn't take the initiative to say hello. He just smiled at Michael Jordan and nodded briefly.

Michael Jordan immediately understood that the team's sit-down was seeking peace, suppressing its own excitement, and making final adjustments before the war.

The Lakers attach great importance to this game... They really treat the regular season as the finals!

This is not a time for TV stations and reporters to come in and entertain.

Michael Jordan also smiled and nodded at Yao Ming, walked in, then blocked the door, and then locked the confused reporters out.

He is not an annoying person, especially when facing a team with such a fighting spirit, Michael only has endless admiration and expectation in his heart.

So Jin came in without making any other noise, but scanned the faces of the group of people one by one.

Whether it is Odom or Nash, or veterans such as Christie, or newcomers such as Bynum.

It can be seen that the entire Lakers team is focused at this time. Except for Yao Ming who gave him a brief smile, everyone else continued to be silent, closed their eyes, and adjusted their breathing. No one paid any attention to the God of Basketball.

Michael Jordan continued to look inside, until he reached the farthest corner of the locker room, and finally saw the guy with a white towel covering his head.

Even though the others ignored him when he came in, the sound of the door opening still made them open their eyes and take a look.

But there was only this guy. From the beginning to the end, let alone looking at himself, he was even like a sculpture, sitting motionless.

The experienced Nash can't block this guy's limelight, and Yao Ming, who can replace O'Neal, can't replace his status in the team and in Los Angeles.

Even, Michael Jordan felt that even if it was the invincible Eastern Satan Lin Dong who had defeated Kobe countless times in the past three years, he could defeat Kobe, but he could never knock him down, let alone replace his position in Los Angeles.

No matter what teammates he had around him, this guy was always the king of Los Angeles!

The light sweat stains all over his body showed that he had already completed the warm-up before this, and the white towel covering his head made it even more difficult to see his expression.

However, there was a kind of murderous aura faintly emanating from him...

Yes, murderous aura, real murderous aura!

Even the towel covering his head could not hide the murderous aura of his sharp edge!

Jordan shuddered slightly.

To be honest, before seeing this scene at this moment, Michael Jordan's evaluation of Kobe Bryant was "a promising junior" and "a potential stock that may replace Lin Dong and inherit his mantle in the future."

But at this moment, Michael Jordan seemed to suddenly see his youngest and most peak-level self in that guy.

Basketball skills?

Basketball skills are shit. When they reach this level, what limits their ceiling is never the rigid skills on the court, which are something everyone can do.

It's the mentality, the will, and the momentum!

I met Kobe several times during the offseason. At that time, Kobe Bryant was far less imposing than he is now, but now... this guy seems to have suddenly overcome a certain hurdle.

Is it because of the pressure from Lin Dong? Is it because the Supersonics and the Lakers have played against each other 27 times in more than three years, but the Lakers have only a record of 5 wins and 22 losses?

Or is it because of the desire to surpass oneself and reach the limit?

What level has this guy reached? How does he plan to deal with Lin Dong?

Ding ding ding ding~~

The bell in the locker room rang, and there was a reminder from the stadium staff: "Lakers players, please get ready, and you are about to enter the tunnel to prepare for the game."

At this moment, all the people who had closed their eyes opened their eyes, but no one looked at Jordan, but involuntarily looked at the guy sitting in the corner of the room, covered with a white towel-Kobe Bryant!

He still sat motionless and calmly.

It seemed that everyone's sight and even the air in the whole room became solidified at this moment.

Until the second announcement sounded, the guy who seemed like a sculpture finally moved.

In the heavy murderous aura like fog, there was no earth-shattering movement, nor any earth-shattering slogan.

The man gently pulled off the white towel on his head and stood up from his seat.

He saw Michael Jordan in the room, but he just nodded slightly, then pulled all his attention back, and said coldly to everyone: "It's finally our turn!"

"Go!"