The China Power of NBA

The weather in October has gradually come to an end, summer is gradually far away, and autumn is approaching. At five o'clock in the morning, there is dew on the grass. As soon as the sky was dawn, Lao Fu was wearing a baseball cap and wearing A gray long-sleeved hoodie went out.

Old Fu has the habit of going to bed early and waking up early. He goes to bed at nine o’clock every night and wakes up at five o’clock in the morning for morning exercises, running, stretching his legs, and even doing Tai Chi. But he didn’t go out today for these, he was I want to inspect a player, no, I am not asking to inspect him today, but Lao Fu will inspect him every day, but today is to inspect the results.

I don't know that person, I don't know anything about his condition, ability, and physical fitness. I only know that when I get up for morning exercises every day, he has already held the ball and practiced three-pointers on the field court in the community. , Old Fu watched his practice, very planned and purposeful, arrived at the stadium on time at five o'clock, first half an hour of warm-up, including jogging, sliding, sprinting, back and forth running and leapfrog, followed by a lot of three Point ball practice, five points on the three-point line, one point shot ten times, if you don’t make a shot, you will do ten push-ups as punishment, such a planned and purposeful training plan is definitely not an ordinary basketball hobby By.

He only shoots three-pointers. Fu has never seen him practice other offensive skills.

The old Fu discovered it by accident during morning exercises. At that time, he thought that this young man would not persevere. Unexpectedly, this time, the old Fu, who always claimed to be very accurate in reading people, was wrong. He could see him every morning. That is two and a half years, more than 800 days, never absent in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Old Fu has always believed that the skills of basketball players can be made up for by the day after tomorrow, but the spirit is natural. The young man he met in the morning practice has successfully passed the long test of Old Fu without knowing it. No matter what the reason is for looking for players, Lao Fu will leave him a place to investigate.

Lao Fu stretched out his left hand from the pocket of his hoodie and looked at his watch. At 05:30, from a distance, Lao Fu heard the sound of the basketball rubbing against the net in the court.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

The sound is as pleasant as a coin falling into a pool and splashing water.

This is a court surrounded by barbed wire. The ground is only covered with a layer of rubber. Never saw the young man, never appeared in any field game, never.

Old Fu pushed open the wire mesh door, walked in, and sat quietly on the bench under the court.

The young people on the field smiled at Old Fu as a greeting, and then continued to practice their own.

The young man definitely doesn't know Old Fu, but he looks very polite and gentle. This kind of young man is also Old Fu's favorite. Although Old Fu has noticed him a long time ago, this is because he For the first time in a year and a half, Lao Fu walked into the court when young people were practicing.

When the young people smiled at Old Fu, Old Fu felt very comfortable in his heart. Basketball has such a charm, whether you know people or not, as long as you open the wire door and walk into the basketball court, everyone will fight side by side. The relationship between each other will be inexplicably closer.

The young man has an extremely handsome face, with clean men's long hair, which looks like a Korean idol drama, but he is handsome but not soft. There is a heroic spirit of a young man between his eyebrows. He is about two meters tall and has a good body shape. He is relatively thin, wearing a low-quality basketball uniform that costs 20 yuan a set at the night market, and the basketball shoes under his feet are also worn out. A thick knee pad is tightly wrapped around his left knee. His shooting posture is almost exactly the same as that of Lao Fu. Very standard, the right hand tosses the ball, the left hand holds the ball, the chest and the right forearm, the right forearm and the forearm, the forearm and the right palm pressed back, the three ninety-degree movements are abnormal, the movement of the wrist after throwing the ball The push down is also very beautiful, the arc of the ball in the air, the direction of rotation, and the angle of the frame when it falls are all just right.

Judging from the young man's training procedures and shooting posture, he should have received professional basketball training, but what makes Lao Fu puzzled is why this young man is so obsessed with three-pointers. Fu never saw him practice other offensive skills.

Old Fu sat on the sidelines and didn't speak, just quietly watched the young man throw one three-pointer after another,
"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"boom!"

The goal was missed, the basketball bounced a long distance in the air, and bounced to the feet of Lao Fu. Lao Fu gently picked up the ball, stood up, and walked towards the court.

The young man did ten push-ups as punishment as before, but the old Fu found that he did not do push-ups with one palm, but only with the thumb, index finger and middle finger, and three fingers for support. This shows that the young man People not only have an extremely soft touch, but also have good core strength.

After the young man finished his push-ups, he clapped his hands and stood up. The old man handed the basketball to the young man and asked,

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Wang Jing."

Wang Jing smiled lightly at Old Fu, his face was full of youth. After receiving a pass from Old Fu, Wang Jing made another shot from outside the three-point line.

"Shh!"

Hollow again!

"how old are you?"

"26 is old."

"Are you 26 years old?"

There was a little hesitation in Lao Fu's heart. The age of 26 means that the player's technical system has been completely finalized, and the room for development is relatively limited.

"Yes."

"Your three-pointers are so accurate, you are a professional basketball player."

Lao Fu walked to the basket, picked up the ball, passed it to Wang Jing, Wang Jing received the ball, and made another three-pointer!

"Shh!"

"It used to be, not now."

"Oh? How do you understand this sentence?"

Lao Fu played the role of Wang Jing's caddy. Wang Jing made a three-pointer. Lao Fu picked it up and passed it to Wang Jing. The two of them chatted in harmony.

"injured,"

Wang Jing pointed to his left knee with the knee pad, and said in a low voice,

"The knee is useless, the meniscus is torn, and now I can't play the game."

"Shh!"

Another three-point hit.

"Injured can be treated."

Wang Jing shook his head, said bitterly and helplessly,
"I used to be the ace of that team, so they could give me free treatment, but I didn't expect that the meniscus injury was not healed, and a bone spur grew in my knee. The team no longer had my place. They You don’t need me anymore, no one will treat you anymore, there is a flame in my heart that keeps burning, but no one adds a firewood for him.”

Old Fu nodded lightly, what Wang Jing said was right at all, the current society is such a realistic society, there is no trace of sympathy and pity.

"I see you practice three-pointers here every day."

Old Fu said,

"I think the fire in your heart has not only not been extinguished, but it is getting hotter and hotter!"

"Yes! Because I am unwilling!"

Old Fu saw Wang Jing clenched his fist, and said word by word,

"Because I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled to being defeated by injuries like this! I am not reconciled to drifting with the tide! I believe that God will favor me one day! I believe that I will succeed! No! I must succeed!"

"Shh!"

After shooting the three-pointer, Wang Jing slowly walked to the chair on the sidelines, then sat down, took the accompanying water glass, twisted it away, and drank water in big gulps.

Old Fu sat beside him, still holding the orange basketball in his hand, and said softly,
"Young man, in fact, I can see you every morning when I do my morning exercises."

Then Lao Fu heard Wang Jing clasping his left knee with both hands as if he was talking to himself, and the crystal sweat dripped down the tip of his hair.

"Actually, in my heart, I don't know if I can persist until that day. My family has spent all their savings in order to treat my leg, or for my basketball dream. Yes. , you see that I come here to practice every day, but you don’t know, I regard this time of day as the last practice in my life, and every time I leave here, I will look twice more, afraid of myself If I leave today, I won’t come back... because my family can’t afford it anymore, my parents won’t say anything, but I can read the helplessness in their eyes.”

Old Fu lowered his head and kept silent on his face, but his heart was surging like the tide on the coast.