Chapter 1019 Michael Jackson Visits

Barkley said regretfully: "Even if the Hammer really wants to play, the Mavericks can't do anything."

Kenny Smith shook his head and sighed: "In the whole world, since the birth of basketball, only the Hammer can give up the opportunity of a five-double."

Barkley nodded and said: "Jordan once said that he can tolerate failure, but he can't tolerate giving up, so if this opportunity is given to Jordan, even if the whole audience boos him, I think he will stay on the court regardless of everything."

"Haha..."

Kenny Smith burst into laughter instantly when he felt his partner's resentment towards Jordan.

Jordan certainly heard Barkley's words at home. He thought about it and felt that Barkley was right. Only an idiot would give up such an opportunity.

After the game, Li Ba was elected the best player of the game and accepted an on-site interview.

However, Li Ba now has no good feelings for those media that black him and step on him. He picked and picked, picked a few media that supported him, answered a few questions, and ended the on-site interview.

The same was true at the press conference after the game. Li Ba refused some questions from the media and personally designated several media.

His behavior made the media spray him again, and even complained to the league about him.

Stern ignored it. Now that the league's influence has increased, it is less dependent on the media. As long as the fans still support the Hammer, there will be no problem.

At noon on the 5th, the Suns returned to Phoenix.

Next, the Suns have two home games, facing the Jazz on the 6th and the Bucks on the 9th, and then go to Los Angeles overnight to challenge the Lakers back to back.

In the afternoon, Bill Duffy came to visit.

"Michael Jackson wants to see me? I don't have any contact with him!"

Duffy brought a message, and when he said the name, Li Ba was surprised.

"I don't quite understand it either. He called me personally." Duffy said.

"Then let him come, it's okay in the next two or three days."

Li Ba smiled, not understanding why Jackson wanted to find him, but this pop music king was almost vomiting blood because of the media's slander like him, so it doesn't matter to meet him.

"Then I'll notify him." Bill Duffy said.

In a villa in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, Michael Jackson was half lying on the sofa in the bedroom with a tired face.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the lights were not on.

This is not his dream manor, he has not been back there for a long time.

In the past few years, he has been wandering around the world, the Middle East, Ireland, and finally back to the United States.

The media is still staring at him, trying to squeeze everything out of him.

He is trying his best to cheer up, preparing for a comeback, and preparing for his concert "That's It".

However, he is very tired, and he has to take a lot of medicine every day.

Recently, he found that the media attention focused on him suddenly decreased, which surprised him.

He found that someone attracted a lot of media firepower for him. This person is called Hammer, a world-class superstar in the sports world and the top player in the NBA.

He was very curious. Seeing that Li Ba was still full of energy and vigor, as if he was not affected by the media at all, he could not understand how Li Ba could relieve stress.

Out of curiosity, Michael Jackson contacted Kobe to learn about Li Ba.

He had a good relationship with Kobe, but he rarely went to Staples to watch the game, especially in recent years.

Kobe suggested that he go to Li Ba, saying that Li Ba had a good chef at home, and asked him to try Chinese food, and gave Bill Duffy's contact information, so he found Bill Duffy.

After practicing dance for a long time in the morning, Michael Jackson was a little tired now, and wanted to sleep for a while, but he had insomnia and had to rely on medicine to fall asleep.

When he was about to take the medicine, his cell phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Duffy, I am Michael Jackson, and I am glad to receive your call."

"Hello, Michael, just call me Bill."

"Okay, Bill."

"Michael, the hammer will be in Phoenix for the next two or three days, you can go to his house anytime."

"Thank you, Bill."

The two made an appointment and ended the call.

On the 6th, the Suns defeated the Jazz.

At noon on the 7th, Li Ba received Michael Jackson, who came to visit secretly, at home.

Michael Jackson was sent in by Bill Duffy, and was not discovered by the outside media.

"Do you want to know why I am not affected by the media?" Li Ba suddenly realized.

"Michael, you know, I'm really the same as you. I'm not welcome by the media in my country. They even hate me more than the media in the United States and try every means to destroy me." He said.

"That's exactly what I want to know. You look... without any pressure." Michael Jackson asked.

"Michael, let me tell you how to deal with the media." Li Ba said with a smile.

"Oh, really?" Michael Jackson's spirits suddenly lifted.

"Just treat them as bugs, don't take them seriously. Their greatest ability is to disgust you. Being attacked by them is like stepping on a pile of shit when you go out. It's not very harmful, but it can disgust you to death. What you have to do is ignore them, don't pay attention to them, and don't step on them. Michael, do you have any psychological pressure when facing a pile of shit?" Li Ba said with a smile.

Michael Jackson was stunned.

"Come on, I've prepared Chinese food for you. It may hurt your throat a little, but it shouldn't be a big deal if you only eat it this time."

Li Ba pulled up Michael Jackson, who had not yet recovered.

"Hammer, really, really treat them as a... a bubble... a bubble... a bubble of that thing?"

Jackson said it several times, but couldn't continue.

Li Ba laughed and said, "Do you think they are cleaner than a pile of shit? Remember, don't pay attention to them in the future, just like you won't pay attention to a pile of shit on the roadside. I believe you can do it, and you will definitely not have any bullshit psychological pressure on a pile of shit."

Michael Jackson was really speechless about Li Ba's words, too... too... too, well, it seems to be really effective, thinking of those media as a bubble of... that thing, he really felt a lot less pressure.

Yes, who would have pressure on a bubble of that thing? At most, just stay away from it.

Li Ba prepared hot pot. It's December now, and the temperature in Phoenix is ​​not high, so it's okay to eat this.

He asked Master Hu to make it medium spicy, and didn't arrange super spicy and abnormal spicy, because he didn't want to ruin Jackson's voice. If it was ruined, he would be killed by those crazy fans.

He didn't let his family eat together, just him and Jackson.

Michael Jackson looked at the food on the table, but all of it was raw. He said in a daze: "Iron Hammer, is this Japanese food?"

He likes Chinese food very much. He went to China in 1987, but he had never eaten like this.

"Of course not, this is authentic Chinese hot pot." Li Ba laughed.

"Come on, pick what you like and put it in. To eat hot pot, roll up your sleeves and unbutton your collar. By the way, throw away your coat..."

Michael Jackson took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned his collar as Li Ba asked.