The Golden Age of Basketball

() In the summer of 1982, the world of basketball began to fall silent, while the feast of football had just begun.

On June 6th, after Gan Guoyang left Los Angeles and returned to San Francisco, the World Cup kicked off in Spain, a red and passionate country. The attention of the sports world spanned the entire Atlantic Ocean, from the United States to Catalonia.

On July 7th, in Madrid, Spain, the two teams that stand out - the Federal Republic of Germany and Italy, will compete for the Hercules Cup at the Bernabeu.

At this time in Los Angeles, the sky is just dawn, and there is still a patter of rain in the sky, driving away some of the summer heat.

The Bernabéu, thousands of miles away, is in full swing.

In this land that belongs to rugby, basketball, baseball and ice hockey, football, the world's number one sport, can only occupy a small position on the TV broadcast channel.

"Dad, there are some people watching TV at the window again, and they have been watching TV for a long time."

"It's okay, there are really not many people here who like to watch football, so just satisfy them."

"It's still raining outside, and the awning hasn't been put down yet. I'll go and fix it for them. It's still cold in the rain."

When the girl came out of the store, those who were standing outside the window watching TV looked at her shyly and smiled, but they had no intention of leaving.

But the girl went to the window, untied the rope that fastened the awning, and put the awning down.

In this way, people watching TV don't have to worry about getting wet from the rain.

"Thank you, lady." One of the several people said, judging from his clothes, he should be a penniless homeless man.

However, his thanks came from the heart, neither humble nor overbearing.

The girl smiled and nodded to him, then went back.

"Hehe, Fuxi, I still remember that there was a young man watching TV at the window last time, and he just stared at it for a while, why did you go out and scold him? Today, it suddenly became so good again."

That girl is Wang Fuxi.

In July, the school was on holiday, and a two-month summer vacation was waiting for her, but she seemed to have lost the joy and excitement of the past.

"What, that guy... is different...he's watching the commercials...and staring at beautiful women...anyway...and he's so tall, he'll scare the other customers!"

"Hehe, boy, isn't it normal to love to look at beautiful women? I was staring at your mother back then, and your mother noticed me. Otherwise, how could she, a foreign beauty, notice me among a bunch of people?"

"Father, you talk nonsense when your mother is away. I went to play the piano inside, you stay here and watch!"

Wang Fuxi said angrily, she always felt that there was something special hidden in her father's half-smile expression, as if he had discovered her secret and was laughing at her

Going upstairs and back to his room, Wang Fuxi sat in front of the piano, trying to practice the newly learned piece, but found that he couldn't think of any score in his mind.

"Oh, I don't know if he received my letter?" Wang Fuxi sighed, closed the piano cover, and took out a few letters from the drawer of the dressing table beside her.

These are all mailed from San Francisco.

That day Gan Guoyang was led by Qian Hui to UCLA, because he had not yet become an American citizen, he was on a student visa, and he was on a sports scholarship, so it was quite troublesome to register as a student.

Fortunately, there is Qian Hui, a barrister who is proficient in laws and procedures, and everything has been properly arranged by her.

All Gan Guoyang did was to go to UCLA, visit the gymnasium, and take a walk in the teaching building.

Then, on the same day, I took the car back to San Francisco with Qian Hui, and Qian Hui was going to take a direct flight to Washington DC the next day.

Therefore, Gan Guoyang's good plan to go to Inglewood to find Wang Fuxi was ruined.

After that, letters became the main medium of communication between the two.

Even if Gan Guoyang was beaten to death, he would never have thought that he would still receive and write letters every day in his life. This method of communication is too old in his 21st century brain, and it has long been thrown into the trash.

But now, in the 80s, when there were no mobile phones and only landlines, there were only those pages of text, which could best carry the immature and delicate feelings of two people.

For Wang Fuxi, going to the mailbox every day to see if there are any new letters is the most exciting moment of her day.

This guy Gan Guoyang not only knows how to write, but also sends some photos along with the letters. These letter papers and photos exuding the fragrance of ink always fascinate Wang Fuxi.

However, at this time, Gan Guoyang still has more important things in his heart, and that is his beloved basketball.

At the end of June, Gan Guoyang stayed in San Francisco for more than half a month. Apart from receiving and writing letters and learning how to cook with his father, he basically devoted his time to the Binhai Stadium.

With Gan Guoyang's cannon, "Guns and Roses" has long been invincible.

Gan Guoyang is here to hone his basic skills as meticulously as possible without exploiting his physical gifts.

Such as ball control, passing, blocking, and blocking.

Other players in the Binhai Stadium also set restrictive measures for Gan Guoyang, such as no jumping when defending, no entering the three-second zone when attacking, no swearing, no commanding teammates, no rebounding, etc.

But even so, no team can stop the Guns N' Roses with tacit cooperation and flexible tactics.

Gan Guoyang can easily shoot the opponent to death just relying on outside shots.

And at the end of June, on the day just entered July, when the trio of Gan Guoyang, Gan Guohui, and Chen Xing were about to go to the Binhai Stadium to abuse food, a big yellow sports car at the door stopped all three of them.

The door opened, and a tall giant got out of the car

He looked downright cool in a pair of black jeans and a black skinny t-shirt.

Such a cool giant is naturally Wilt Chamberlain.

"Mr. Chamberlain! Autograph for me!" Before Gan Guoyang could react, Gan Guohui rushed to Big Dipper with a basketball and asked Chamberlain to sign his basketball.

"Fatty, didn't you see you being so flexible when you were playing?" Gan Guoyang and Chen Xing both slandered.

"Haha, no problem. Hey, Gan, long time no see." Chamberlain grabbed Gan Guohui's ball with one hand, took out a pen from his pocket and signed him, and said to Gan Guoyang.

"That's right, Mr. Wilt, you sent me a game?" Gan Guoyang brought up the bet with Chamberlain as soon as they met.

In the last heads-up with Gan Guoyang, Chamberlain agreed that as long as Gan Guoyang scored a goal, he would take him to the front row of the Great Western Forum in Los Angeles to watch the Lakers game.

As a result, now that the finals are over, Chamberlain's promise is still there.

"Haha, I'm sorry Gan, I'm really busy, and I can only find time to go back and forth to San Francisco recently. I didn't go to Thurmond's place, so I ran to you." Chamberlain didn't know what to do, except Picking up women is probably nothing else.

"Then you come in first, I think you are a bit...too conspicuous standing outside." Gan Guoyang said, Chamberlain's stature is indeed too huge to stand in Chinatown.

"Well, I have another purpose for coming here, which is to try the Chinese food in your restaurant. I really like Chinese food."

In this way, Gan Guoyang was unable to play well, so Chen Xing had no choice but to drag Gan Guohui, who was holding his signature basketball and never letting go, to the Binhai Stadium.

The sudden arrival of such a big guest at Gan's Restaurant really surprised the waiter and Gan Youtang.

Gan Youtang was well-informed anyway, and recognized basketball star Wilt Chamberlain, and hurried inside to get an oversized chair.

Gan Guoyang also has one of these big chairs.

"It's not time to eat yet, otherwise you can sit for a while and drink some of our Chinese tea."

It was only morning at this time, and there were still two or three hours before lunch.

"It's okay, I came so early, and I have something to talk to you about." The two giants sat on the special big chairs, and everything around them seemed much smaller.

"Thank you, Mr. Wilt, you and Mr. Thurmond care about me so much." Gan Guoyang seemed to know the purpose of Chamberlain's coming here, and it should be for his own failure.

"Well, Thurmond and I talked about your situation on the phone before. He said that the loss seemed to have hit you particularly hard. He even said that I have rich failure experience. Let me enlighten you You!"

As soon as Chamberlain said this, Gan Guoyang laughed so much that he almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Nate Thurmond, who looks honest and honest, also has such a damaging side.

"However, Thurmond's words are actually not wrong. You know, when I first entered the nba, I won the scoring champion and the regular season mvp. That was my rookie season! Some people can't get it in their entire lives these things."

Gan Guoyang nodded. He knew that Chamberlain was unrivaled in this respect.

"But after I finished my first season, I wanted to retire. Do you think it's because of my merits? No, the nba game is too fierce and cruel. But I was thinking, in this way How long can I stand and play in a league like this, maybe tomorrow I'll be down."

This surprised Gan Guoyang. He had achieved such an achievement in his rookie season, but he wanted to retire in the second year?

"Of course, I didn't retire in the end. I continued to fight. I experienced countless failures, doubts, successes, failures, and doubts. I think if I don't retire, these things will always be with me." Chamberlain Said with a wry smile.

"But you are a legend after all, and I am nothing yet."

"Haha, yes, you're nothing yet. So put all the damn failure and pain behind you, you've got a long way to go."

Although Gan Guoyang has already got out of his inner dilemma, he is still very grateful to Chamberlain for his comfort. At the same time, he also feels more and more that he has a long way to go on the road of basketball.

"Well, actually, I knew the result of entering the NBA a long time ago. If I went to play streetball, for example, staying with the Harlem basketball team, it would be a good choice." Chamberlain sighed again. He was comforting Gan Guoyang, so he came to Gan Guoyang to seek comfort.

"Are you talking about streetball? Oh my God, I think those streetball players are too weak. I can't jump, and I can beat them if I don't enter the three-second zone!" Gan Guoyang thought of himself at the Binhai Stadium, and Inger Wood's stadium experience, said with some disdain.

"Hahahahaha, don't you want to jump, and don't enter the three-second zone? Haha, Gan, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard this year." Chamberlain looked at Gan Guoyang like a fool, and laughed recklessly. stand up.

Gan Guoyang found it very strange, and being stimulated by Chamberlain's laughter, he told all about his experience at the Binhai Stadium and Inglewood Stadium.

"Seaside Stadium, Inglewood, no wonder. Maybe this summer I should take you to my hometown, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or Brooklyn, New York to have a look and play with the street players there. Then you can comment Street ball."

"Of course, if you are in California, I advise you not to go to Los Angeles. Although the Lakers and UCLA are there, their streetball... only Ray Lewis is a good guy. And you are in San Francisco now, let alone Go somewhere else, the Marina, Golden Gate Park. Across Francisco Bay, to Oakland, where the best street basketball is on the west coast of the United States.” Chamberlain seemed to know all about streetball across the United States.

"Do I really need to compete with streetball players?" Gan Guoyang was a little confused. In his opinion, streetball is amateur and informal, and cannot be compared with professional basketball.

"Of course, any superstar should go to the street court, use the street rules to compete with those legends, and tell them who the fuck is the best basketball player in this place! Like me and Ramsey, Kareem and McConette, Julius Erwin and Joe Hammond, if you want to be a legend, you have to find yourself an opponent with enough weight. Whether it's on the stadium floor or on the concrete in the street !"

Gan Guoyang was shocked by Chamberlain's words, and at the same time aroused his curiosity.

He really hasn't played basketball on the streets of Oakland yet, maybe there really are some amazing players waiting for him, waiting for him to fight.

"Uh, Mr. Chamberlain, I want to ask you, how do you think you should get it... Well, what I mean is, what method and what kind of words can be used to move a woman's heart?" Gan Guoyang sat there meditating After a while, such a question was suddenly asked.

When Chamberlain heard Gan Guoyang's question, he almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

"Hahaha, Gan, you are really asking the right person. I understand what you mean. You are asking how to deal with a woman. Then let me tell you, pick up the phone at home, call her, and tell her that today I will Go fuck you, then drive your car to her house and fuck her. Then, she is yours. It's that simple."

"Hey, Gan? Do you understand?"