The Golden Age of Basketball

() After hearing what Mitchell said, Gan Guoyang realized in his mind that he was a student of McCloud High School.

But if Mitchell is so good, why didn't he join the basketball team?Had he been with the Warriors, the two of them would have met in Game [-].

Payton seemed to see Gan Guoyang's doubts on the side, and explained: "This guy is a thorn. In the first year of joining the basketball team, he challenged the seniors in the team and beat everyone else. And he also He publicly contradicted the coach, so he was directly excluded from the team's roster by the coach, and he was not allowed to play in the warm-up match."

It turns out that this Mitchell, like Gan Guoyang, has done one-on-one with the old players in the team, but Gan Guoyang and Bellman are both teachers and friends, while Mitchell is a bit rebellious.

Thinking of this, Gan Guoyang felt a little affection for Mitchell, and at the same time decided to compete with him on the court in Oakland.

"Hey! Fucking Hook is going to have a bullfight with people, come and place a bet!" Some good people in the crowd of onlookers have already started to publicize loudly, attracting more and more people to the Zhongyang venue.

In the crowd, some people began to bet with each other in private, although for this group of poor street boys, there was really nothing to block.

If you are exhausted, you can only pay a few dollars, or a meal, or a bottle of Coke.

However, most people bet on "Hook" Mitchell to win, only a few people want to bet and put their chips on the yellow boy whom they have never seen before.

"I'll bet this yellow boy wins, $10." Another person bet on Gan Guoyang.

"Crazy Gary, haven't you never played with Mitchell? You have been fucked by him a lot, do you have any grudges with him? Let me tell you, the money has no grudge against you!"

"Fuck you, I'm still fine with you. I don't care about $10, but I'm not going to pass up the chance to make money, wait and see, idiot."

Gan Guoyang didn't expect that Payton would put his chips on his side. At this time, he had already taken off his trousers and stood on the court in sweatpants.

"I heard that guy Antonio was abused by you very badly. You dismembered McCloud in just half the time~" Mitchell dribbled the ball near the free throw line and said to Gan Guoyang, who had accepted the challenge .

"Antonio? Are you talking about the number 33? Maybe, I hope I didn't leave any trauma on his young heart." Gan Guoyang recalled that game. He played well in the first half, but was completely suppressed by him in the second half No. 33 Antonio Smith.

"Huh, I also heard that you were killed by a lame and skinny guy from Southern California in the final of the second-tier league? I don't know if this has left traces on your young mind?" Mitchell is a typical Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

The lame and thin man naturally refers to Reggie Miller. Miller had a problem with the development of his legs when he was a child. He had to wear orthotics to maintain his balance when standing.

"Those who can't make it to the game, don't laugh at the warriors who died in the battle. I'm ashamed of you." Gan Guoyang's mouth is not vegetarian either.

"What the hell are you doing? Fucking? Let's get started, my ass is itching to wait!" Peyton yelled impatiently as he watched the two of them spouting trash talk to each other off the court.

"Fuck your fucking mouth, if you didn't bet on me, I advise you to let the game start later, lest you lose all your pants."

"Stop fucking talking, start hooking, I want to see if you can hook me~" Gan Guoyang couldn't wait any longer.

"You are a guest, so you attack first, five goals, whoever gets five goals first, whoever wins the fuck." Mitchell threw the ball to Gan Guoyang and told him how the game was judged.

"Okay, let's get started."

At this time, the entire half was surrounded by a large group of people, three layers in and three layers out, and there were various strange calls from time to time, basically asking Mitchell to kill Gan Guoyang.

If you switch to other players and go to someone else's arena to fight the strongest player here, you will most likely be scared to pee in this atmosphere.

Moreover, all the people in this circle are fucking black, and Gan Guoyang is like a grain of yellow sand when he stays here.

However, this sand will not make people here feel good, he has always made people panic.

After Gan Guoyang received the ball, he looked at Mitchell, who was shorter than himself by a head and a neck, and a circle of body, but he didn't dare to be careless.

In a formal basketball game, the matchup between the big man and the small man is a misalignment, and it is in an advantageous position.

But in street duels, being tall is sometimes a disadvantage, because without the help of teammates, the big man needs to dribble by himself, and in this case it is easy to be intercepted by the small man.

It is very likely that the big man didn't even see what the basket looked like, and the ball in his hand was gone.

Mitchell is obviously different from other small players. Although he is short, he is unusually stocky and strong. He stands there like a lion guarding his own territory, ready to kill any invading opponent .

Gan Guoyang dribbled the ball seemingly casually, showing everyone his proficient guard-like dribbling skills, while at the same time finding the right time and way to defeat the little man in front of him.

The first ball is very important, it is a key ball to test the opponent's strength and build up one's own confidence.

After Gan Guoyang made a few crotch dribbles, he suddenly started and dribbled from the right to break inward.

The timing of this ball's breakthrough is very ordinary. Of course, there is no timing or timing in heads-up. Anyway, there is only one person facing.

Mitchell moved decisively to the left to block Gan Guoyang's breakthrough route. His speed was obviously faster than Gan Guoyang's.

But Gan Guoyang never thought of relying on speed to get rid of the defense. He is a 6-foot-10 big man, no matter how fast his reaction is, he will definitely not be able to match the 6-foot small man.

Therefore, after he broke through two steps forward, his entire body turned to the right side instead of pushing forward.

He does this, one is to protect the ball and prevent Mitchell from digging the ball from the bottom; the other is to lean on Mitchell with his back, trying to use his height and strength to deal with this hook.

Sure enough, Mitchell wanted to reach out for the ball, but found that Gan Guoyang had well protected his dribbling space with his body.

At the same time, Gan Guoyang used his broad back to hold down the solid hook.

On the streets of Inglewood, Gan Guoyang used a face-to-back basket and a back-turn to pass the opponent's small point guard. This time, Gan Guoyang wanted to use this trick again.

But Gan Guoyang's sensitive back felt that Mitchell was firmly resisting himself, and he did not lose his balance due to excessive force.

Turning your back will definitely not work!Gan Guoyang will still be stuck tightly.

After hesitating for a while, after adjusting the dribble a few times, Gan Guoyang turned his shoulders and legs back and pushed Mitchell away without fouling.

No matter how strong Mitchell is, he is only a 6-foot guard. How can he completely withstand the full blow of Gan Guoyang, a big center.

His body obviously fell backwards, and he lost his balance under his feet.

Gan Guoyang saw that the opponent showed a flaw, he took a step forward with his left foot, stepped into the three-second zone, and squeezed Mitchell to his side.

But at this time, Gan Guoyang couldn't immediately adjust and pass Mitchell directly because of the impact of his whole body.

After gaining a certain amount of space, he directly took off with the ball on the edge of the three-second zone and shot!

It's a fadeaway jumper!

6-foot-10, great jumper when there's room, long arms, plus a layback.

At this time, let alone the 6-foot Mitchell, another 7-footer may not be able to interfere with Gan Guoyang.

"brush!"

The ball entered the frame firmly, and Mitchell didn't even take off.

In a duel between a small man and a big man, once the small man gives the big man space, there is basically nothing to do.

But for the ball, the surrounding audience did not react.

"Is this guy fucking playing streetball? It's so fucking stupid to use this kind of trick." Someone said below.

On the street, what the spectators and golfers pursue is the perfect combination of goals and spectators.

Although the street ball in the 80s has not become as fancy as the 21st century to the point of obsession, a player who uses height and strength to score goals using the "unspectacular" technique of back body and jump shot is always Can't get the audience's favor.

"Give this big stupid cow some color! Let him understand what streetball is!" Someone shouted from below, which obviously expressed the aspirations of most people.

This time it was Mitchell's turn to attack, and they began to cheer for Mitchell.

Mitchell also felt a little annoyed. He was eaten up by his opponent with his height and strength. This was the most unbearable part of him.

The reason why Mitchell singled out everyone on the school basketball team and contradicted the coach was because he hated the team with big players as the core, and the small guard was just a younger brother who ran errands for the big center.

Although his relationship with Antonio was not bad, this time he even wanted to teach the yellow boy a lesson for his teammates.

But every time he sees the coach deploying tactics with the inside as the core and playing around the inside, he feels that he can't stay in this kind of team.

He still likes the street and the sky without a roof, where the little man is the king of the court.

Mitchell bent over at the top of the arc, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, ready to attack at any time.

Gan Guoyang lowered his center of gravity as much as possible, and at the same time was two steps away from Mitchell, obviously wanting to let go and not let go.

Gan Guoyang knew that Mitchell would never shoot, and Mitchell would definitely break through.

The cheetah is on the move!

Mitchell chose the same breakthrough route as Gan Guoyang, from the right.

Gan Guoyang immediately stood in front of the cheetah like a big tree, blocking the breakthrough route.

But Gan Guoyang found that the speed of this cheetah didn't seem to be fast, and his breakthrough route was tightly sealed by himself.

At this time, Mitchell actually chose the same technical means as Gan Guoyang's previous attack, turned sideways to the basket, and used his strong back to block the basketball in his hand.

Gan Guoyang was stunned, thinking that this guy also wants to play back?Isn't this looking for death?

But when Gan Guoyang sensed his opponent's next move, he knew he was wrong.

This guy is not a cheetah at all, but a civet cat!

After Mitchell leaned against Gan Guoyang with his back, he didn't continue to use his strength to gain space for action, because he didn't need space.

His strong and powerful legs, the ones that can jump more than 3 feet without a run-up, are also quick to exert force.

Before Gan Guoyang had time to press Mitchell, he felt a "whoosh", the guy turned his back and passed under his arm.

What Gan Guoyang failed to do, Mitchell did.

Gan Guoyang was completely passed over.

When he turned back immediately, trying to keep up with Mitchell and try to get his layup off, he found that the ball in Mitchell's hand was gone.

The ball is already in the air, and at the same time, Mitchell is already in the air.

Play board alley-oop!

Gan Guoyang is very familiar with this move, and it is the signature move of McGrady in the All-Stars of the later generations.

But now, he watched Mitchell rise into the air like a helicopter.

catch the ball;

"Bah!"

Buckle!

A real ten-point dunk, the timing of the toss, the height of the hit, the rhythm of the jump, the movement in the air, the power of the dunk, perfect.

A ten-point dunk earns ten-point cheers.

The audience didn't care that the ball was the same as Gan Guoyang's, and they didn't care that the score was only 1:1.

It was like Mitchell had won the game, celebrating and cheering like crazy.

"Wood! You are a fucking wooden stake! Does it feel good to be passed over!"

"Oh! Fuck this guy to death, let him know how good the people of Oakland are!"

This shocking hit and dunk made the atmosphere of the entire stadium reach a climax. Lao Hei was already easily excited, but this time it was even more high.

"I think it's necessary to lower the fire on these guys on such a hot day."

Gan Guoyang looked at Mitchell with the ball. At this time, he was furious, and vowed to teach these guys a lesson, don't look down on people casually.

Finally, the excited audience pushed them out of the field, and it was Gan Guoyang's turn to attack again.

Mitchell, who had just dunked a goal, was extremely cautious at this time. He knew that Gan Guoyang had the heart to kill himself after being knocked down by such a dunk.

I just don't know what method the big man in front of me will use to fight back.

However, on the street court, what can the big players do to fight back?

Clumsy post-ups, forced shots with height, or ugly hooks?

Relying on this method, even if you enter, the crowd of onlookers will feel disdainful. This is a street, and basketball here is both a competition and an art.

"Use any tricks, poor wood." Mitchell did not forget to continue to provoke, to make the guy opposite lose his cool, so he can do it himself.

Gan Guoyang, on the other hand, was unusually quiet, dribbling the ball repeatedly on the periphery, looking very relaxed, as if he had no intention of attacking.

Mitchell stared into Gan Guoyang's eyes. He knew that one could tell when a person had the intention to attack through his eyes.

But Gan Guoyang's eyes were scattered, neither looking at Mitchell nor at the basket, his eyes seemed to be floating in the air.

"What does this guy want to do?" Mitchell didn't know Gan Guoyang's intentions, and he didn't dare to make a gambling steal rashly, so he could only respond to changes with the same.

Mitchell turned to stare at the ball in Gan Guoyang's hand, watching the movement of his hand.

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

Gan Guoyang is still dribbling aimlessly.

Mitchell felt a little impatient, is this guy going to attack or not?Looking at the ball he slapped back and forth, Mitchell's eyes were a little dazzled.

His eyes were really blurry.

Because the ball suddenly disappeared from Gan Guoyang's hands.

This time, it was Mitchell's turn to be taken aback, why did the ball disappear?

"This guy, what the hell do you want?" Peyton really saw Gan Guoyang's movements off the court, and he smashed the ball directly to the backboard at the top of the arc!

Mitchell only felt a huge truck rushing towards him.

Without the basketball, Gan Guoyang sprinted with all his strength and went straight to Mitchell.

But he didn't want to knock Mitchell away, but treated him as a wooden stake, and turned around with his back, passing the unprepared opponent cleanly!

In front of him, there is only an empty three-second zone, and a basket as wide as the sea.

The eagle is definitely better at flying than the rooster, but it has to be said that sometimes the rooster does fly higher than the eagle.

The ball hit the backboard and bounced into the air, and was firmly controlled by a big hand.

Gan Guoyang is really like a giant bow in the air, containing unparalleled strength.

"Bang!"

It was as if the basket had been pulled down.

It was as if the backboard was about to be shattered.

The facial nerves of the audience were also shattered. They seemed to have no other expressions except for opening their mouths wide.

"are-you-**ing-satisfied?!" (Are you all fucking satisfied?)