In the playoffs of the shortened season in 1999, many incredible things happened.

The New York Knicks, ranked eighth in the Eastern Conference with a record of only 27 wins and 23 losses, followed up last year's black seven, and this year they have taken advantage of the situation and started playing black eight.

And it's not just a black round, it's a black horse and it goes straight to the finals.

The interpretation of strength can be achieved in one step.

Everyone was confused about Larry Bird. They thought that after Larry Bird left, he could continue to fly in the league as the head coach, lead the Pacers to dominate the Eastern Conference, and piss off the Celtics.

As a result, in the Eastern Conference finals, they failed to defeat the Knicks, who were eighth in the Eastern Conference.

Over there in the west, the plot is equally magical.

The old admiral, Tim Duncan, who was only in his second year, and a bunch of tool men, just rushed out of the west.

In the second round, they swept the OK Lakers 4-0, averaging 29 points, 10.8 rebounds and 2 blocks in four games.

He was facing O'Neal!

After playing this series, O'Neal only wanted to ask one question: "Is he only in his second grade?"

Vicky the old thief: No one believes it, even I don’t believe it! He made the first team in the first grade, became the first center in the second grade, and probably became the MVP in the third and fourth grade!

O'Neal didn't know how Duncan won. That idiot seemed to know nothing.

In every game, he gets stuck, asks for the ball, turns around, makes a rebound shot or a hook shot.

Nothing special, just the most basic moves.

Then after the game, I saw that I had scored more than 30 points.

Peak nerd, so terrifying!

In this way, the Spurs and Knicks met in the finals.

Although the Knicks have created miracles in the Eastern Conference, facing that face-paralyzed fool, the Knicks' magic is no longer there.

Without Ewing, the Knicks have been beaten 3-1 by the Spurs.

June 25, New York, Game 5 of the 1999 NBA Finals. Although the tenacious New Yorkers were in dire straits, they did not give up their resistance.

At this time, the Knicks are not the bad guys who can't stand up to the wall in the 21st century. Iron-bloodedness and tenacity are their labels.

The game lasted until the last 2.1 seconds, and the Knicks trailed the Spurs by just one point, 77-78.

Sprewell, who was in great form in this game, cut into the basket, received an out-of-bounds pass, and then feinted a shot.

But the expressionless No. 21 kept raising his arms to cover his head without shaking him.

The "Madman" had no choice but to withdraw from the basket and hastily turn over and shoot a fadeaway jumper before time ran out.

Sprewell scored 35 points today, making 13 of 26 shots from the field, with a shooting percentage of 50% and a great touch.

But on this shot, facing Duncan, who seemed to never lose his position and was as solid as a rock, Sprewell couldn't see the basket at all.

His defense is impeccable!

The buzzer sounded, and the Madman made a three-pointer under Duncan's defense.

This shot killed the game.

At the end of the game, 4-1, the San Antonio Spurs won the 1999 NBA championship!

From the first round to winning the championship, they only lost two games in total!

No. 21 raised his arms, but his face remained expressionless.

No one knows how bright his future will be.

Because he already knew the result of the game, Li Ang was not excited while watching TV.

He is nervous.

The completion of the Finals means that the next day, June 26, the 1999 NBA Draft will begin.

History changes with this!

"Oh no, I'm so nervous!" Next to Li Ang, Francis was wearing a suit and looking back and forth in front of the mirror. "Do you think it's better for me to wear a red bow tie or a yellow bow tie?"

Li Ang looked at Francis and cast an envious look.

So ugly, yet so confident.

I wish I were as cool as you.

No matter what color tie you wear, it can't cover up this proud temperament. Does it make any difference?

At this time, Leon and Francis were staying in a hotel next to the MIC Center in Washington.

Tomorrow night, they will decide where their next stop will be in front of the world in the gym next door.

In the latest draft prediction, Li Ang is predicted to be selected by Cleveland with the eighth overall pick. Wang Zhizhi is predicted to be selected in the second round.

To be honest, domestic fans don’t quite believe it.

Is this guy named Li Ang that much stronger than Wang Zhizhi?

In order to convince everyone, Directors Su Junyang and Zhang will personally visit the draft site tomorrow to bring first-hand news about the draft to the country.

After all, this is the first time in the history of the NBA draft that Chinese players have sat in the Little Green Room to participate in the draft, and the domestic basketball community is quite concerned about it.

It’s also because the conditions are not mature yet, otherwise the entire process would have to be broadcast live on television just like when the UAE participated in the draft.

Li Ang turned off the TV and looked at the brand new MIC center outside the window.

The draft was different from the college selection at that time. When choosing college, there was a row of sports girls and artistic girls standing in front of Li Ang.

All Boss Li has to do is wave his hand: "If you don't like it, change a batch!"

In the NBA draft, it was Li Ang who stood on stage and was selected.

Forget it, just bear with it, it's only this time in your life.

If he becomes famous in the NBA in the future, the initiative will go to Li Ang.

If you can't make a name for yourself...

Li Ang also has the initiative to choose the CBA team!

Early the next morning, several female assistants came into the room to serve Leon and Francis.

Don’t get me wrong, Bart Stern is a serious agent!

These female assistants are here to help them with their hair styles and clothes.

A girl helped Li Ang tie his tie and gave Li Ang a sweet smile from time to time.

But Li Ang's heart was untroubled. The draft was about to take place. If someone really thought about such a conciliatory matter at this time, his psychological quality would be too strong.

Moreover, I have given Tina this exciting feeling of wearing a tie.

Li Ang combed his hair like an adult and wore a pair of decorative glasses. He looked handsome and yuppie.

After getting ready, Li Ang went to the MIC Center with Francis, his agent, and his family who rushed to Washington.

Outside the stadium, No. 1 draft pick Elton Brand was surrounded by reporters.

Seeing Leon and Francis, the smile on Brand's face disappeared instantly.

Pain, pain, pain, they are the pain of Brand's youth!

People's youth has been hurt by women, Brand's youth has been hurt by two men!

These two guys have the same special code as the plague, and nothing good will happen to them. Seeing this, Brand was about to run away, but he was "prevented" by Francis.

"Hey, Brand, the suit suits you very well." Francis took the initiative to wave his hand before he ran away.

Although Brand was somewhat psychologically disturbed by Leon and Francis, he had no intention of talking to them at all. But after all, he was a good young man with both good character and academics, and he was still very polite.

"Oh, you are very handsome today, Li. And you, Steve, are very... uh... you have a very good temperament today!"

Brand is a good person, so he really doesn't want to lie. Facing Francis, the word handsome is hard to say.

Just after saying a few words to Li Ang and Francis, a white thing appeared on Brand's shoulder with a "chirp" sound.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became awkward.

Brand actually...

Got hit by bird poop!

"Ah this..."

"Crack, click, click!" For a moment, the reporters flashed their voices.

Brand's agent quickly asked someone to push the reporter away and wipe his shit. Yes, wipe his shit!

While wiping it back, he cursed: "Fuck, whose bird flew away!"

"I'm sorry, my bird, my bird, wipe it away!" A man who looked like a writer apologized while chasing the bird.

Brand was in a mess among the panicked crowd. Leon and Francis were simply two plague gods. Nothing good would happen if they met you!

I beg you not to follow me anymore, I surrender!
To be continued...