The Golden Age of Basketball

()(Some readers mentioned the update problem, because I am not a professional writer, so the writing speed and writing time are limited. And even if I am on vacation, I need to spend a lot of time every day reading various materials of nba to find inspiration, so I can only guarantee the quality but not the quantity, please forgive me)

Gan Guoyang never thought that he would have die-hard fans in Los Angeles.

As the top star of the Palo Alto Vikings, he didn't get the reputation to match his strength and performance in Northern California.

Because he is only a Chinese, the lowest race in the American sports world.

His sphere of influence was limited to San Francisco's Chinatown and West Palo Alto—even in East Palo, he was just a "good basketball guy."

If Gan Guoyang is still living in the 21st century, then the developed Internet will spread his game performances all over the world, and hundreds of millions of Chinese netizens will regard him as the hope of Chinese basketball to take off, the successor of Yao Ming.

He will be popular, there will be many media interviews, and many people will discuss his future.

But now, in 1982, personal computers had just appeared, China had just reformed and opened up, and when Yao Ming was just born, he was doomed to be nothing more than a celebrity—slightly better than nobody.

In this process, newspapers across California can be said to have "indispensable contributions."

Since Gan Guoyang read those nonsense newspapers during the semi-finals, similar remarks have not stopped.

Especially after the Vikings led by Gan Guoyang were defeated by Reggie Miller in the finals of the California Secondary Championship, the ridicule and questioning of Gan Guoyang reached its peak in an instant, and many small newspapers used "it's-over" To describe Gan Guoyang's basketball career.

Fortunately, some universities in the United States did not think so, and some universities extended an olive branch to Gan Guoyang.

With the help of Gan Guohui's mother, his cousin, and the "Master Qian" Qian Hui who has a lot of social energy, he received a scholarship invitation from UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles).

Before June 6, Gan Guoyang will go to UCLA with his cousin to go through the admission procedures. On the 21st, Qian Hui will appear in court to defend John Hinckley, the murderer of the Ronald Reagan assassination.

Therefore, Gan Guoyang is basically the same as ordinary people, except that he occasionally meets some children who ask him for autographs in San Francisco and Palo Alto.

The only difference is his height.

But he didn't know that the girl walking beside him was his die-hard fan.

Wang Fuxi, a girl of Chinese and American mixed race.

She would get up very early every day, make breakfast at home, and then open the doors and windows of the electrical store, ready to open for business.

After coming to the United States from Taiwan with her parents at the age of 10, because her mother was very busy at work and her father's health was not particularly good, she began to learn to take care of herself and even her father.

After all the arrangements are in order, she will go to Inglewood High School by bicycle alone.

Their stores are located in the outskirts of Inglewood, which is less black and safer than the central area.

But Wang Fuxi is still a little scared sometimes, afraid of the black people he meets on the road, afraid of those hip-hop people with afro heads carrying tape recorders or basketballs.

That's why when she ran out of the store wearing a pair of shorts that day, his father was so angry and told her to go back quickly. It would not be a good thing if such a beautiful figure was coveted by bad boys.

His parents wanted to transfer Fuxi many times and send her to high school in a better and safer area, but they were repeatedly postponed because of the green card issue.

However, Wang Fuxi has been studying and living in Inglewood for six years, but he has never encountered any accidents.

But the reason why she ran out of the store dressed like that that day and "made troubles without reason" at Gan Guoyang was because she had seen Gan Guoyang in the store a long time ago, and she had known Gan Guoyang a long time ago.

In the six years since he came to the United States, his height has jumped from 6 feet to 5 feet at a speed that surprised even Wang Fuxi himself.

The growth lines on her legs proved how fast she grew.

The ever-increasing height has brought her a lot of troubles, such as many favorite clothes that are not easy to wear after a month; but it has also brought her a lot of fun, such as her falling in love with basketball.

In the basketball country of the United States, it is not uncommon for girls to play basketball. In fact, many girls' basketball skills are terribly high, such as Reggie Miller's sister, who has been abusing her younger brother on the court all year round.

Therefore, after Wang Fuxi came to the United States, he naturally fell in love with basketball, and because of his height, he was selected for the women's basketball team of Inglewood High School.

However, not every Chinese has a special "talent" like Gan Guoyang. Although Wang Fuxi plays hard, she is just an ordinary player in the team.

In contrast, it was his beauty and figure that often made her the focus of the arena. Among a group of black pearls, his white diamond was particularly dazzling.

Some people even said that the reason why the team coach kept Wang Fuxi in the team was because he liked to see her in shorts and trembling when she was running...

Wang Fuxi didn't think too much about it, she played on the basketball team purely out of her love for basketball, and her aggressive and generous personality fit well with a group of black girls.

Like the vast majority of Los Angeles people, Wang Fuxi is naturally a Lakers fan, and also regards Magic Johnson as his idol-knowing that she met Gan Guoyang.

To be precise, it should be learned in the newspaper that there is a Chinese player who is unstoppable in the California High School League.

Although the newspapers reported Gan Guoyang's game in a mocking tone, Wang Fuxi, who is also half Chinese, knew that a Chinese-American mixed race like her was often discriminated against on the court, let alone a Chinese like Gan Guoyang.

And when she saw Gan Guoyang's photo in the newspaper, she became a die-hard fan of Gan Guoyang. She collected all the data and reports of Gan Guoyang's previous games, which was not easy without the Internet.

She also went to watch the Northern California Finals and the Los Angeles Finals.

When Gan Guoyang made up the layup to beat Sacramento High School in the Northern California Finals, Wang Fuxi and everyone in the stands flocked to the court, just wanting to touch their idol.

Similarly, when the Vikings were killed by Reggie Miller and Gan Guoyang watched his opponent put the fatal blow on his head, Wang Fuxi stood alone in the stands, looking at the desolate Gan Guoyang in the crowd , shed sad tears.

After the game, when Wang Fuxi returned home, the more she thought about it, the more sad she felt. She had never been so sad when Inglewood High School lost.

Sometimes she also thinks that what makes her really sad is that she will never see this domineering "Little Sheep" on the basketball court again—the nickname Wang Fuxi gave Gan Guoyang in her heart.

But she didn't expect that one day, in front of the window of her shop, she would see that tall figure again, with a handsome and upright face and gloomy eyes.

She thought it was her hallucination, but after staring at him for more than ten seconds, she realized that the person watching TV at the door of the store was Gan Guoyang.

Thus, there was the conversation that Gan Guoyang was always puzzled by.

But today, when I went to school early in the morning, I didn't expect to see that familiar figure and face when I opened the door.

It's just that his eyes seemed no longer gloomy, but regained the firmness of the past, which made Wang Fuxi dare not look into the other's eyes when he was speaking.

Now, Wang Fuxi is sitting on the bicycle, riding slowly on the way to school, accompanied by Gan Guoyang who is like a bodyguard, which makes her heart flutter a little.

"Are you still in high school?" Gan Guoyang asked a very boring question.

"Well, I'm in grade 11 this year, and I'm about to graduate and go to college." Wang Fuxi replied.

"Oh, I can go to college in Los Angeles after that, I think I should study in Los Angeles as well."

The content Gan Guoyang chose to chat was extremely boring. It can only be blamed that he has too little experience in dating girls in this life and in the future.

But what he said made Wang Fuxi's heart beat faster.

"What does he mean by these words? Could it be..." Wang Fuxi was thinking wildly, not knowing how to respond to Gan Guoyang.

Women's minds are different from men's.

Seeing that Wang Fuxi didn't say anything and didn't care, Gan Guoyang started chatting with her about music.

This conversation was not a big deal, and Wang Fuxi was taken aback. She didn't expect that her basketball idol in front of her would have such a wide range of music knowledge. No wonder she was willing to spend 200 yuan to buy a walkman. This is not a small amount.

In fact, Gan Guoyang has only a half-knowledge of pop music, which can be seen from the fact that he doesn't even know Michael Jackson.

But he has been exposed to the light from the Internet age, he knows a little bit about everything, his knowledge is broad but not deep, miscellaneous but not sophisticated, and he often bluffs people who don't know how to do it, for example, he often fools Gan Guohui lame.

Fuxi in front of her is still very knowledgeable about music. Apart from playing basketball, she is best at playing the piano.

Gan Guoyang took advantage of the future, took some future knowledge and music trends, and brightened Wang Fuxi's eyes, which were full of admiration.

In this way, the two walked through the streets of Inglewood and dawdled to Inglewood High School.

"You go to school. After school in the afternoon, wait for me at the gate." Gan Guoyang said to Wang Fuxi at the school gate.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt something was wrong, and he said it as if he was Wang Fuxi's boyfriend.

And Wang Fuxi obviously also heard the ambiguous taste in the words, but she didn't know what to say, so she just nodded and pushed the car into the school.

"What a blushing girl~" Gan Guoyang thought as he looked at Wang Fuxi's back and the blush on his ears.

Next, Gan Guoyang began to wander the streets of Inglewood with nothing to do.

Looking at the large and small shops on Inglewood Street, including coffee shops, restaurants, clothing stores, and fruit shops, Gan Guoyang suddenly felt that maybe this place was not as scary as the rumors said.

After all, this is also Los Angeles, and people here also have to work and live. Most of them are actually ordinary citizens, living ordinary days.

Gan Guoyang has a pretty good memory, otherwise he would not be often sent by Bellman as a data recorder-although part of the reason is that Gan Guoyang trains with other people, and other players cannot play.

So, he quickly recognized the street he walked through last night, and the place leading to the stadium.

Unexpectedly, before arriving at the stadium, he heard all kinds of noisy voices again.The sound of music and cheers, accompanied by black rap English, faintly appeared in Gan Guoyang's ears.

"The residents living here are really suffering. Did they start to make trouble in broad daylight?" Gan Guoyang sympathized with the nearby residents, and at the same time walked towards the stadium again.

However, Inglewood's stadium is not always like this "drums and firecrackers".

The crowd last night was due to Dustbin and Blackthorn vying for the right to use the venue for the next month.

And today Inglewood has a special person, which is one of the reasons why yesterday's court battle was so fierce.

Because, a scout came to the street court in Inglewood.

For players who have been on the streets all year round, scouts are the angels in their hearts.

In the United States, the development of street basketball is also good and bad. Not every city has a formal street ball league, which makes many outstanding players have no chance to succeed.

In the United States, most of the traditional strong areas of streetball are in the east, such as Locke in New York, Baker in Philadelphia, and the City League in Washington.

In comparison, the streetball in Los Angeles is not as developed as other entertainment industries. Although they have the Lakers, the nba giants, the colorful entertainment capital is not a hot spot for streetball.

Of course, there are also many excellent players here.

Now, at this stadium in Inglewood, a scout has come here, like an angel descending, bringing good news to these streetball players who are struggling on the edge of poverty and crime.

"Oh, fuck, what kind of basketball are they playing? Do they know how to defend?" On the edge of the court, among a bunch of black people, a man was wearing brown overalls, a white shirt and a brown suit The white man was staring carefully at a match that was going on in the arena, and at the same time, he kept muttering.

"This is the fucking level of streetball in Los Angeles? It really can't be compared with the status of the Lakers in the NBA. I fucking came here from North Carolina just to watch these trash fish perform a circus here?"

This white man has an oval face, and his forehead has begun to smooth.And the narrow chin, the drooping corners of the eyes, and the aquiline nose revealed a sense of gloom.

"Mr. Falk, what do you think of these guys? They are the best players on the streets of Inglewood. Look at their dribbling, their shooting, and their passing. They are really full of inspiration! I You can see the shadow of a magician in them!" said a fat black man next to the white man, speaking like a procuress introducing his girls.

"If they were as good as a magician's finger, they wouldn't have to play basketball in this ghost place." The man named Falk snorted coldly.

The black fat uncle didn't know what to say, so he could only smile embarrassingly.

He was also a streetball player in Inglewood in the past, and he was also a leader in Inglewood Stadium.

But after all, this is a small place, and it couldn't make a name for itself. In the end, it failed to enter the professional league or the high-level streetball league.

Now that he is old and wants to make some contributions to Inglewood's streetball, it took a lot of effort to contact a scout and ask him to pick the seedlings.

What's more, if some basketball star really emerges, he will be lucky in the future.

Unfortunately, judging from the situation early in the morning, it seems that the level of players in this stadium is not as good as Mr. Seaman's discernment.

"Mr. Falk, it's actually too early. Many players are not used to playing in the morning. At night, they are most energetic! There will definitely be more outstanding players at that time. Better performance." The fat man is still lobbying hard.

Falk shook his head. He was used to working early in the morning, and his mind was very clear at this time. He knew that there was no player he wanted here.

At this time, there was some noise suddenly from the sidelines, as if someone had come again.

When Falk heard the voice and turned his head, he saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the alley.

And everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes - a mixture of surprise and awe.

"Who is this guy?" Falk asked, rarely seeing such a tall man in the street court.

"Oh...I, I don't know, I don't seem to have seen this person before." The fat uncle shook his head and said.

Then a guy next to him chimed in: "I know, he's 'Butter Bomb'."