pinnacle swinger

Chapter 68 Fame with one goal

When the final whistle sounded, Tang Wenlong stood up from the bench somewhat disappointed.

The spotlights above the head were scattered and rolled on the court, flowers and ribbons were fluttering, and the Thunder players in white jerseys accepted the cheers from the fans, which belonged to the winners.

Although he was used to losing, this feeling still made Tang Wenlong panic. It wasn't until he silently walked into the dark tunnel that he felt a little better.

"Look carefully, this is the NBA." Nocioni chased after Tang Wenlong, hooked Tang Wenlong's neck, looked at Tang Wenlong with piercing eyes, and comforted him softly.

Tang Wenlong shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "But I'm still very upset, obviously I've made it to the end."

Nocioni said: "What is this? You have to know that sometimes, we even lost the game after one, two, or even three overtimes. That is the most painful."

Tang Wenlong had a Qi Qiran expression on his face, deeply convinced that if he really played a few overtimes and lost, he would not dare to imagine such a scene.

Nocioni laughed and said: "But it's okay, you are like a rookie in this game, and you can score 45 points. Kill, most of tomorrow's news reports will definitely be such a brilliant performance of yours!"

"Really?" Tang Wenlong couldn't believe it, and asked, "Kevin Durant also scored 39 points, and he also made a mid-range shot at the last critical moment."

"Bah," Nocioni patted Tang Wenlong's head, and scolded with a smile, "You really compared yourself to other All-Stars. It's common for them to score 39 points. For news, of course we have to find highlights to report. Well, when you average more than [-] points per game one day, you won’t be widely reported if you score around [-] points.”

Tang Wenlong suddenly realized that his own outburst of feelings turned out to be a bright spot.

The two chatted, and then pushed the door and walked into the visiting team locker room in the Ford Center arena.

"Would you like to go to the nightclub and have a drink or two later? Another day of vacation is coming!" Louis Williams, dressed neatly, came over and asked Tang Wenlong with a smile.

Tang Wenlong shook his head quickly, and waved his hands to refuse, "No, no, I won't go, I want to go back to sleep."

Ha~ Williams's expression suddenly became wretched. Seeing Tang Wenlong avoiding snakes and scorpions, he suddenly thought it was very funny. He approached Tang Wenlong and asked with a smile, "Don, don't you think it's wrong? You just go to a nightclub for a drink. Just relax, it's not a big deal."

"Don't talk about it, Tang is not even 20 years old, and he can only have Coke when he goes to a nightclub." Nocioni laughed.

Williams was afraid of his head, "Yeah, I forgot about it, you are only 19 years old!"

Tang Wenlong's face darkened, "Louis, it looks like you're not a few years older than me, okay?"

Louis-Williams said: "Hey, I heard that you have a lot of female fans now. You played so well in this game. It is estimated that the number of fans will explode."

Tang Wenlong grabbed the long-sleeved pullover jacket, poked his head out of the collar, raised his eyebrows when he heard what Louis said, and asked, "And then?"

"Then you understand!" Louis showed a knowing expression, which made Tang Wenlong very speechless.

But Nocioni came to dismantle Tang Wenlong's platform: "Hey, Louis, do you think Tang is a coquettish guy like you? He is very innocent, and he has never even held a girl's hand!"

"Fart, I still held hands!" Tang Wenlong couldn't stand it anymore, these unscrupulous guys always liked to chat about these topics.

Thaddeus Young also came over, looked Tang Wenlong up and down, and said suspiciously: "Tang, you are still a virgin, right?"

"Fart, how is that possible?" Tang Wenlong quickly denied with a guilty conscience.

Everyone burst into laughter, leaning forward and backward on their seats, even Huo Ledi, who had always been at odds with Tang Wenlong, showed a smile on his face.

Tang Wenlong's face turned red suddenly, and he felt hot. He was really going to be ashamed and thrown home.

"Let's go to the nightclub to relax. We played so hard today, right?" Louis-Williams grabbed Tang Wenlong's arm, as if he was going to drag him away.

"Okay, okay, don't delay me." Tang Wenlong waved his hands and admitted defeat, "I will go by myself."

"That's right, it's just a nightclub, what's the big deal." Nocioni was able to grasp Tang Wenlong's heart very well, and immediately said what Tang Wenlong just wanted to say to be bold.

After everyone took a shower and cleaned up, the door of the dressing room was pushed open by a hand in a black suit.

The head coach Doug Collins showed his head, he found Tang Wenlong and Iguodala who were surrounded by the crowd, and waved to them: "Don, Andre, you two come with me, go to participate Press conference."

"Press conference?" Tang Wenlong was overjoyed, as if he had caught the imperial decree, he turned around to avoid the clutches of the crowd, and hid behind Collins in a desperate manner.

"Andre, watch that kid later, don't let that kid slip away!" Louis stared at Tang Wenlong who ran away with small eyes, and said to Iguodala who was also about to walk over beside him.

"Don't worry, he will never run away!" Iguodala laughed.

Then Collins took the lead and walked in front, Tang Wenlong and Iguodala followed Collins, and there were some photographers holding cameras and reporters with different media signs around them. From time to time, some reporters took out their SLRs and walked side by side. Tang Wenlong and Iguodala clicked to take pictures.

The press conference hall of the Ford Center Arena is quite large. After walking in, it was already dark and full of media.

As soon as they saw the tall and tall Tang Wenlong walking in, everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and the eagerness in their eyes was clearly revealed.

After simply sitting down, the official staff hosted the press conference.

"The first question." The staff member was a blonde woman in a black work suit, who looked very capable and spoke very clearly.

All of a sudden, the audience raised their hands.

Iguodala and coach Collins looked at each other, secretly sweating for Tang Wenlong.

The reporter of the "Oklahoma Chronicle" was the first to be targeted. The male reporter with black-rimmed glasses took the microphone excitedly, then he adjusted his glasses and asked, "I want to ask Tang Wenlong, what happened to this incident?" You scored a career-high 45 points in the game, and this is only your No. 14 game in the NBA, what do you think about that?"

This is a fairly standard question. After thinking about it for a while, Tang Wenlong organized his language and said: "As you said, I got a high score, and this is just the beginning of my career. But before the victory , Everything is floating clouds, although I got a high score, but for me, the team's victory is more important."

Collins nodded. He suddenly remembered that during the draft, Tang Wenlong gave a super speech. The post-match press conference would not be a problem for him.

Immediately afterwards, a reporter from Fox Sports Oklahoma asked the second question, "Before that, the highest single-game scoring record for a Chinese in the NBA was Yao Ming's game against the Hawks on February 04, 2. In the game, Yao Ming scored 23 points, so do you feel that you have surpassed your predecessors now?"

This question was a bit sharp and insidious. Tang Wenlong almost blurted out his answer, but when he got to the point of speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. After thinking about it, he suddenly understood the truth, and then he answered slowly.

"I don't think I have surpassed Yao Ming. High scores are all accidental, and stability is the criterion for judging whether a player is qualified. Yao Ming's achievements after entering the NBA are obvious to all. He has made countless Chinese fans and even Asian fans. Falling in love with the NBA, falling in love with the sport of basketball, the thinking he brought to people has far surpassed the sports itself. If Jordan let the fans around the world know the NBA, then Yao Ming made the fans all over China fall in love with the NBA. By the way, I'm just a rookie who just entered the league."

These modest words avoid the truth, Tang Wenlong generously admits that he is indeed inferior to his predecessors in terms of achievements, so it is impossible to talk about whether he surpasses or not.

The reporters applauded one after another, feeling that what Tang Wenlong said just now was very bright, and Yao Ming seemed to be a bit remarkable after what he said, and felt that his achievements in basketball promotion should not be underestimated.

As Tang Wenlong talked, he became interested. Except for the first few questions from the reporters, the questions became more and more complicated and biased. For example, it was not uncommon for entertainment reporters to ask Tang Wenlong if he planned to make a movie. But Tang Wenlong did not refuse anyone who came, and his mind was spinning rapidly to answer the reporters' questions, with a feeling of fighting with the Confucianists.

It wasn't until the officials couldn't listen anymore that they stopped the reporters from asking Tang Wenlong endlessly, and then asked two of the media to question Iguodala and Collins symbolically.

The trick is that the questions from the two media are "What is it like to be a teammate with Tang Wenlong" and "How to evaluate your disciples."

The official staff rolled their eyes, raised their hands to see that the time was almost up, and then ended the press conference.

At this time, it was already 12:30 in the morning, and just as Tang Wenlong wanted to run away, a black palm patted on his shoulder, firmly imprisoning him in place.

"Tang, where's the nightclub you agreed on?"

Tang Wenlong: "."

(End of this chapter)