The Golden Age of Basketball

() Falk, a clever, cunning, and mercenary Jew—just like the hardworking and brave Chinese label.

Born in New York, he grew up in a traditional Jewish family.

His father is a pork shop owner who didn't graduate from high school, while his mother is an educated woman who is proficient in six languages ​​and holds two degrees.

The mother worked as a Latin translator for Nelson Rockefeller, the grandson of the American oil tycoon and the vice president of the United States, during World War II.

As the second son of this strange family, Falke has neither the attention received by the eldest nor the pampering received by the youngest, so all he can do is to do everything well to gain the approval of his parents .

For Frank, the most influential words from his mother to the second son are "always aim at the number one, and don't settle for the second."

It's a pity that there are some things that you can't get the desired results by working hard, such as the baseball he loves.

Sports require talents, and Jews often do not have sports talents. During his four years of high school career and four years of study at Syracuse University, he has never been selected for any sports team.

But he studied finance in college, and finally became attached to sports and became a scout and agent for a brokerage company.

After disdainful efforts and drilling, he is now a minor celebrity in the basketball world. In 1976 and 1981, he signed the No. [-] pick John Lucas and Marco Aguili for the company respectively.

Right now, his most important job is in North Carolina, this year's NCAA champion.There are two geniuses waiting to be packaged and unearthed by him.

But now, he was fooled by an old friend to Los Angeles, saying that he might be able to find a few basketball rookies here, who might be the next ncaa star, the next nba superstar.

Falk, whose career is in the development period, is unwilling to give up any opportunity, not to mention that he also wants to sell his friend's face.

As a result, when he rushed from North Carolina to Los Angeles, where the finals were held, he didn't expect that there were only such a group of completely unskilled trash fish on the streets near the Great Western Forum.

That's right, this is a group of miscellaneous fish.

Although their dribbling looks varied and free, their shots are extremely accurate, everyone can jump more than two feet high, and everyone looks strong and powerful.

But they are still trash.

As a scout, what you value is not a player's current performance on the court, but their future performance, that is, their potential.

This group of guys played extremely hard on the court. It can be said that they tried their best. Once they got the ball, it was like grabbing a baby and refused to let go. They were desperate to send it to the basket.

No one wanted to share the ball, no one was serious about defending, no one rebounded, set screens well, and no one showed even the slightest bit of star quality.

They are just a group of ordinary "streetball masters" who are suitable for mixing in street courts, but they cannot become a real professional player, and they are not even qualified to participate in the Baker and Locke streetball leagues on the east coast.

Just when Frank was disappointed and was about to leave for North Carolina to greet the two future superstars, a guy who attracted everyone's attention appeared.

"I know, he's a 'butter bomb.'"

"Butter Bomb?" Frank muttered in his heart, the name is a bit similar to the nickname "Chocolate Bomb" of 76ers center Daryl Dawkins.

"Another guy who can do nothing but dunk?" Frank thought.

But when he saw the face of this "butter bomb" clearly and found that this guy was a yellow man, he was shocked again.

"Who is this guy? A man of yellow race, why did he come to the stadium in Inglewood?" asked the fat black man.

"He came here last night and said he wanted to play here. As a result, Slater fought him one-on-one and only scored two shots...but he lost badly." The person on the side replied.

"Only hit two balls? How could you lose so badly?" The fat black man felt very strange.

"Uh... I don't know what to say. Anyway, after the fight, we all felt that Slater was doomed, and there was no need to continue."

"Slater? That guy is one of the best players here, and his shots are very accurate. Look, Mr. Falk, that guy wearing No. 31 on the field, look at his shots!" The fat black man These miscellaneous fish who are still in the sales pitch that spare no effort.

Falke didn't even bother to listen to the nagging of this fat man who was once a miscellaneous fish, but instead focused on this butter bomb.

As a scout who has contacted and cooperated with the two No. [-] picks, Falk knows that the gap between ordinary talents and ordinary players can be seen in just one game.

The gap between ordinary players and those mediocre players takes several rounds to tell.

And between the real genius and those mediocre, it only takes one round, one ball, and the judgment will be decided.

The No. 31 Slater that the fat man praised was not even an ordinary player in Falk's eyes, just a mediocrity.

While he shoots the ball well, he doesn't have the slightest bit of positional sensitivity, which is inexcusable for a shooter.

At the same time, he can't prove that he can make those mid-range shots against a higher-intensity defense.

The defense here is as thin as the air on the Colorado Plateau.

However, from that "butter bomb", he seems to be able to feel a little bit of a different breath. This is not some special ability, but the sensitivity necessary for an excellent scout.

Falk left the fat black man who was still chattering, walked up to the tall yellow man standing on the sidelines, and looked up at him, just as he also looked down at Falk.

"Hello, I'm David Falk, the company's scout and agent. I'm from New York. Nice to meet you." Falk stretched out his hand and said friendly to the giant tower in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Gan."

There are no redundant words, no redundant expressions, and no redundant actions. This is the impression Gan Guoyang left on Falk when he first met him.

"Uh, Mr. Gan, are you from Inglewood too? Are you here to play basketball?" Falk withdrew his hand. Ke felt the incomparably huge hands.

A pair of big hands means that you can better control the basketball.

Falk became more interested in this tall yellow man.

"No, I'm Chinese, but I live in San Francisco now, and I just came here to take a look when I'm bored." Gan Guoyang finally spoke more.

"Oh, look, I'm thinking about recommending a few basketball rookies for some universities. Maybe you can try it on the court. Maybe you can get the favor of some universities and get a basketball scholarship." Falk said straight to the point, He's always been so straight to the point.

Gan Guoyang felt a little funny when he heard Falk's words, because as a person who shined in this California basketball championship, he has already got an offer from UCLA, and he will go to UCLA to register and report in a few days.

It's a bit ridiculous that this scout still wants to find basketball stars in this place where there are no shit and fish.

"Mr. Falk, I don't think you can find a bloodthirsty white shark among a school of miscellaneous fish." Gan Guoyang didn't answer Falk directly, but said jokingly.

Falk had a look of embarrassment on his face. Indeed, this place really didn't even have a decent player who could play some regular league players.

However, Falke, who had made dozens of phone calls to his boss in order to find this agent scouting job, would not give up easily because of such a little ridicule.

He has already felt that maybe this will be a windfall of his trip to Los Angeles.

"Although there are no white sharks in the miscellaneous fish, they can attract white sharks. Mr. Gan, you may be the white shark I am looking for!" Falke put a big hat on Gan Guoyang's head, that is, Like to see how much Gan Guoyang weighs, and let him go to the field to accompany those miscellaneous fish.

"Mr. Falk, if you really need to watch a basketball performance, I advise you to remember to buy tickets in the future." Said, Gan Guoyang took off the shirt he was wearing on his upper body, and only wore a white vest, happily Underground.

"No problem Gan, I can treat you to lunch as a show ticket, if you don't mind. Mr. Bloom! I want this Mr. Gan to have a try and let him join the side!" Falk stood aside shouted.

When Falk walked towards Gan Guoyang, the game on the court stopped, because they also saw the mysterious man "Butter Bomb" who bombed the basket last night.

"It's that guy again, I don't know what it is?"

"That scout seems to know him very well."

"I don't know, I've never seen him in Inglewood before, and he's a yellow man."

"Look, here he is, and he's got really nice muscles."

Gan Guoyang didn't slack off for a moment during the two months. At 6 feet 10, his weight is close to 200 pounds, which is the result of going to the gym.

As a person of yellow race, it is impossible for him to have sculptural lines without training like the muscles of black people.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a huge power under his body.

The 83-point strength talent gifted by nbalive is already beyond the times when the 80s fitness plan is not yet perfect.

The players of the two teams on the field were wearing white jerseys and blue jerseys respectively. Gan Guoyang saw that he was wearing a white shirt and joined the white team directly.

The members of the white team were the players from the "trash can" yesterday.

"Hello, Slater." Gan Guoyang greeted Slater who was slightly "tortured" by him yesterday.

"Hello." Slater replied coldly, not knowing whether he was angry or scared.

"So let's let Marvin go down, this, this Gump? Gump will play center forward, we are still leading by 3 points, we can win if we play well..." Ian was also in the white team, and he began to allocate positions on the field.

"No, I don't want to play center, I want to play point guard." Gan Guoyang interrupted Ian.

Hearing his words, the others looked at him with surprised eyes, as if to say, "Are you crazy?"

But those who have seen Gan Guoyang play yesterday dare not say that.

"Oh no, even though we are leading now, we can't fight randomly. You know you are 6 feet 10..." Ian persuaded.

"Don't worry, the victory is already ours. I just hope we can play well." Gan Guoyang didn't listen to Ian's explanation.

"Oh, well, George, you go down first and let this 6-foot-10 gentleman play point guard." Ian also became a little bit unkind.

But Gan Guoyang didn't care, he had already stood on the sideline and was ready to receive the serve.

"What does this guy want to do? Does he think he is a magician?" When the timeout ended and the game continued, and it was Gan Guoyang who received the ball from the sideline for the White team, everyone was thinking about what this guy wanted to do.

Although the guys in the white team couldn't bear Gan Guoyang's "unreasonable" demands, they didn't dare to slow down their work, because Mr. Falk was still on the sidelines, and they all started to run actively.

At this time, Gan Guoyang, as the point guard of the white team, was dribbling outside to observe the blue team's defense, although the blue team could not see any defense at all.

Similarly, the white team's offense was also chaotic, and several people were doing some escape and running based on experience.

In a five-on-five match on the street, the only offensive tactics are individual singles and breakthrough points, and the only defensive strategy is man-to-man.

Therefore, the point guards on both sides must either shoot in singles, hit the basket or score points, or pass the ball to others for others to play singles.

But Gan Guoyang, who has received formal tactical training, will not do this, not to mention his coach is Mr. Bellman who attaches great importance to tactical training.

"Pull away, run to the left, go to the left, don't pile them all on the right side! Pay attention to cover, cover each other!" Gan Guoyang dribbled the ball on the outside, waving his arms and commanding loudly.

"Hey, what do you want to do, kid? It's not that easy to steal the ball." While commanding, Gan Guoyang also had to deal with the small point guard in front of him. He kept thinking about taking away Gan Guoyang's ball.

Just when Gan Guoyang was always paying attention not to be robbed by the little man in front of him, an opportunity appeared in front of him.

Since several players of the white team were piled up on the right side just now, the blue team is also crowded on the right side.

So when Gan Guoyang directed his teammates to move to the left, Slater threw off his defender in the chaos and got an open opportunity in the left corner.

This opportunity is obviously fleeting, because the opponent has found the missing Scottie and is ready to replace it.

But at this time, the ball has reached Slater's hands.

In fact, few people on the blue team expected that the 6-foot-10 big man would make the ball so quickly, and he didn't even look at it.

A quick over-the-top pass from the right 45 degrees diagonally over the blue team's head and into Slater's hands.

Slater makes a shot and hits.

An unremarkable goal, the simplest open shot, and there was not even a cheer from the sidelines.

But Falke's heart lit up, he knew what he felt was right.

From the ball just now, he can see that, first, this Gan has solid basic skills, as a 6-foot-10 big man, he can dribble outside without being intercepted by the opponent's smaller ones, and at the same time, he can separate Jing Force to direct and organize the attack.

Second, he has excellent tactical skills. He can see the chaos in his attack at a glance, and he ran out of scoring opportunities with a few simple commands.

Third, this is a very agile player. His 6-foot-10 height is obviously playing inside, but he has to play point guard on the court.On the one hand, he looks down on the players here, and on the other hand, it also shows that he is very confident in his skills.

Although his passing style and technique are a bit rough, he has a very keen sense of the player's position.

Confidence and arrogance are two different things. Although the shadow of arrogance can be seen from Gan's words and deeds, one ball on the field can tell that this guy is expected.

In America, a person without self-confidence can never succeed.

"Crack~crack~crack~" Falk actually applauded, this was his first applause in today's game.

The black fat uncle couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this.

"Defend and defend! Spread out! Are you all fucking sardines, do you like to huddle together?" It was the white team's turn to defend, and Gan Guoyang directed his teammates again.

In defense, in addition to staring at the opponent you are in charge of, you must also observe the position and status of your teammates, and keep an appropriate distance so that you can support or receive support at any time.

The wild players who have not been trained stand in a mess, where the opponent is, he is there, and there is no formation at all.

"Go to the top of the arc! I'm in the three-second zone!" Gan Guoyang pushed his teammate who ran to the three-second zone and asked him to plug the gap at the top of the arc.

He himself sits in the three-second zone and becomes a center again in defense.

Once Gan Guoyang devotes himself to defense, the opponent basically doesn't want to score again.

Their breakthrough speed and confrontation ability, entering the three-second zone is a hot pot.

Sure enough, the opponent didn't have any tactics, and the point guard rushed in with the ball, but as soon as he rushed to the three-second zone, he found that he seemed to hit a wall.

The breakthrough route was completely blocked, and Gan Guoyang's long arms wrapped around his opponent tightly like vines.

As a last resort, the person who rushed in had to pass the ball.

And when the opponent was unable to break through, the outside guide ball could not create opportunities at all, because the white team's position was still decent under Gan Guoyang's command.

"Boom!" The blue team player made a hasty shot, and the ball hit the basket and missed.

Gan Guoyang jumped up and took off the rebound easily.

But when he was about to perform a good show and make a fast break with a long pass with one hand, he found that his teammates were still in his own half, and he had no sense of fast break at all.

"a bunch of idiots……"

Gan Guoyang had to dribble the ball across the half court by himself.

After a long period of training, as well as his own unique "street dribbling training method," Gan Guoyang passed the halftime without any surprises.

When he stopped the ball to observe, he found that the opponent's defense hadn't settled yet, and there was a large space on the right side.

Looking at the little point guard in front of him, Gan Guoyang turned from facing the basket to backing the basket.

Like a mountain, he suddenly overwhelmed the blue team's small point guard.

Then, the point guard of the blue team was treated by Gan Guoyang as a small trash can, and he turned around and lived a clean life.

There is an empty space in front of you!

There is nothing that can stop Gan Guoyang!

"oh-my-god..."

"What do you see?"

"I saw another person flying."

"Bang!"

Gan Guoyang once again used a perfect dunk to announce the early end of the game.

"Mr. Gan, I think we should have a good talk."