God of NBA point guards

Chapter 168

Practiced all afternoon, at four o'clock, there was one short hole left, and in the first 74 holes, he only made one birdie, and he shot a total of [-]. Today's luck is mediocre. When he was in Detroit, he made many shots. par.

77 to [-] shots are amateur level, if he can score [-] shots on the last hole, it will be [-] shots, which is relatively good among amateurs.

The tee he chose is a quasi-professional golden tee, the second distance among the five tees, second only to the black Tee of professional players.

Different tees have different distances from the hole, and thus have different total course lengths. Professional black tees are generally 6900 to 7200 meters, and gold tees are generally 6600 to 6800 meters.

His arm strength and core strength are good, 280 tee shots, the furthest drive distance has reached 230 yards, this achievement has even reached the level of professional players, but only once, the other tee shots are between 250 and [-] yards Between yards, at a semi-professional level.

Philip looked at the sign next to the tee, which marked the distance between the tee point and the hole, and then encouraged: "Zhou, this hole is only [-] yards, try to score it in three shots, don't overshoot. "

"You don't expect me to birdie again?" Zhou Quan laughed.

"I'm not just looking forward to birdies, I'm also looking forward to eagles, albatross, and even a hole in one." Philip laughed.

Zhou Quan came to the hitting point and took the No. 5 long club handed over by the caddy.

The long sticks are No. 1, No. 3 and No. 5, corresponding to the long hole, the middle hole and the short hole respectively. He raised the club and glanced sideways at the hole beyond 95.

The terrain on this last hole is very favorable, with no highlands in the middle, unobstructed vision, only a water hole and a bunker, and he can directly see the hole.

But on the other side of the green, there is a rough area and even a forest. If you hit there, you will not be able to hit a few shots.

He now needs to try to hit the ball straight to the green, but not over the green, so just the right amount of power.

In general par, no matter what hole it is, two strokes are left above the green, and the remaining strokes are from the tee to the green.

That is to say, for the current short holes, the best way to play is to hit the green with one shot, and then make two holes above the green. If you only use one shot to make a hole above the green, it is a birdie.

Therefore, the serve is very important, which determines the possibility of hitting a par or even a birdie.

Bowing his head to aim at the ball, while balancing the center of gravity, put the center of gravity in the middle of the feet, try not to press on the soles of the forefoot, Zhou Quan exhaled lightly, and began to swing his arms to hit.

The hitting action is not fast, and it does not need to be fast. Too fast hitting will cause the hitting surface to be distorted and cannot form a plane.

Even going too fast, with bad luck, can cause a sprained spine.

"Snapped!"

As the cue fell and then raised again, there was a crisp hitting sound, and the white golf ball instantly flew high and flew into the distance.

The top of the arc of the ball is very high, Zhou Quan deliberately hit the ball with a high arc, so that when the ball finally falls, it will land at a nearly right angle. Although it will bounce, it will not roll too far.

The reason for this is that he does not want the ball to roll off the green.

For this ball, his intended landing point is the hole, try to hit that point, and then use a putt to solve it with two shots and make a birdie.

The so-called birdie is one stroke below par. The standard par for a short hole is three strokes, and a two-stroke hole is a birdie.

In addition to birdies, there are so-called eagles and albatross, which are two and three under par respectively.

He and Philip watched the ball fly high and watch it go down.

A few seconds later, the white ball shot into the hole like a sharp arrow and disappeared.

And a staff member of the green over there also ran over quickly, picked up the ball in the hole, and then raised his hand high to this side, indicating that the ball has entered the hole.

"Haha... good luck." He laughed out loud.

"Oh! Oh, a hole in one?"

Philip exclaimed in disbelief, and he yelled at Zhou Quan: "Zhou, I suggest you change your career to play golf. If you play well, you can earn no less than basketball."

"I'll think about it." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

Philip smiled and asked: "75, 3 over par, good score, with more practice, you can really play professional games.

Do you want me to arrange it for you? Now that the US Golf Tournament is at the sixth stop in Phoenix, starting next week, I will find a way to get you a wild card. "

"Not for the time being. My focus is on basketball. I can't be distracted right now. Let's talk about it later." Zhou Quan shook his head.

At this time, Jordan and the others had had enough fun in the stadium, and a group of people had dinner at the stadium, and then played cards here.

Jordan is in a good mood. He was lucky today. He scored 76, which is only 4 more than par. If he plays better in the charity tournament tomorrow, he may be able to play a performance below par.

"Hey, Michael, look."

Barkley suddenly handed over a newspaper in his hand and said, "The Los Angeles Daily said that Iron Fist was also invited to participate in tomorrow's charity match."

Jordan took it over and saw that it was true. He threw away the newspaper and said disdainfully: "That country bumpkin from China, has he ever touched a golf club? Does his country have a golf course?"

"Ha ha……"

A group of superstars laughed.

Oakley, as Jordan's good friend, also followed, and at this moment said disdainfully: "This guy is not qualified to participate in the celebrity charity match, is he a celebrity?
At most, he is a little famous in Detroit. The famous Detroit Killer in Detroit is nothing in other places. "

Barkley smiled and said: "Then you underestimated Tekken. His performance in the playoffs, especially in the Eastern Conference finals against Michael, is enough to become a star."

Larry Bird said with a smile: "Not to mention his performance on the court, he has a good reputation in the United States because of the violence in the locker room. , otherwise why would you get a signed sneaker contract?"

Magic Johnson smiled and said: "Charles, you may have overlooked that in Los Angeles, the name of the Iron Fist Slayer is not small! During the Eastern Conference finals, his sneakers sold well in Los Angeles."

"Really?" Oakley said angrily.

……

August 1992, 8, Los Angeles Celebrity Charity Golf Tournament.

At eight o'clock, accompanied by Philip, Zhou Quan came to the National Golf Course.

The official men's professional game has four rounds. This charity game has only two days. There are two rounds in one day. They will participate in the charity auction in the morning and start playing at nine o'clock. They will play nine holes in the morning and afternoon.

A total of [-] to [-] celebrities, in addition to Jordan and other eleven dream team members, there are more than a dozen first-line Hollywood movie stars, seven or eight other sports stars, and more than [-] celebrities in the political, legal, and business circles celebrity.

There are a lot of media, no matter which celebrity they are, they are all their targets.

There are already many people who bought tickets outside the venue, some are golf fans, and more people are fans who come to chase stars, at least thousands of people.

Whether it is popularity or qualifications, Zhou Quan is considered a small role in it and cannot be compared, but in Los Angeles, his popularity is not bad. When he entered the venue, some local media immediately came to interview him.

"Tekken, have you ever played golf?" the Los Angeles Journal reporter asked.

"I haven't played a game, including amateur games. When I play by myself, the best score is three under par. I was lucky yesterday. When I was practicing on another course, I even made a hole in one, but It's just a short hole of [-] yards." Zhou Quan smiled.

This is not the time to be humble, otherwise the media wouldn't praise you.

Golf is known as an aristocratic sport, and it attracts a lot of attention. Golf is also one of the most profitable sports. He will try to play better today, preferably with a par.

"Oh, not bad!" The reporter exclaimed.

"Michael Jordan and the others have arrived just now, and everyone has prepared charitable donations. What have you prepared?" a reporter from the Los Angeles Sports News asked.

Zhou Quan smiled and said, "Of course I prepared it too. It's the hockey glove I wore when I won the championship with the Bruins last year."

Barkley, who was not far away, lowered his face when he heard it. Didn’t the gloves be given to me? When did you steal them back?
"Hey, Iron Fist..."

"Hey, hello."

"Iron Fist Slayer, when will you play ice hockey again?"

"I'll play when I get a chance."

Some people outside the venue who knew him shouted from time to time.

"Hey, Miss Roberts."

"Iron Fist, long time no see."

"Hey, Larry."

"Tekken, have you applied for your boxing license?" Larry Bird asked mysteriously.

"You know?" Zhou Quan was a little surprised.

"A boxing license?"

Roberts, with sharp ears, heard it.

"Humph!"

Oakley and the postman snorted coldly.

Zhou Quan smiled, and said to Roberts: "I just entered the NBA, some guys want to bully me..." At this point, he pointed to Oakley and the postman, and said: "There is also a guy named Larry Johnson, I can only play with them."

"Then teach them a lesson. The Iron Fist Slayer is not someone who can be bullied. The whole of Los Angeles will support you."

Zhou Quan was born in UCLA. He is half Los Angeles native, and he is also handsome and personable. However, Oakley and the postman are not good people at first sight. Roberts, who is not interested in blacks, of course takes his side.

Hearing what Roberts said, Oakley and the postman looked very bad, as did Michael Jordan and others.

It wasn't that they were worried about how much Roberts would support Zhou Quan, but they thought of what Roberts said, if all the audience at the scene supported Zhou Quan, they would definitely suppress the postman's psychology, and it would be over.

Barkley whispered to the postman: "You have chosen the wrong place. This is his base camp. You should be in New York, where the influence is greater than that of Los Angeles. If you fight him at Madison Square Garden, think about it." What's the reaction?"

"It was agreed at the beginning that he would pick the address and we would set the time. We really didn't consider this at the time." The postman said regretfully.

In order to suppress Zhou Quan's aura, Jordan immediately said: "Iron Fist, why didn't you see you in the Olympics, didn't your national team take a fancy to you? My God, you don't even like your strength. It seems that your national team It is very powerful!"

The postman interjected at the right time: "So how about the results of the Chinese team?"

"Seven defeats and seven defeats, no victory in one match, bottom of the Olympics." Pippen said immediately.

"Haha..." All the superstars laughed.

Zhou Quan's face was a little dark, and he only felt ruthless in his heart. In the future, when Lao Tzu becomes stronger and Piston becomes stronger, you bastards will lie down in front of me one by one.

Not long after, the organizer announced the start of the charity auction. The auction site was in the open space next to it, and a stage was set up, with rows of white chairs in front of it.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen..."

After the host's opening remarks, he said: "The first donation is from Michael Jordan's No. 23 jersey. He is the jersey worn by Michael in this year's finals G1 game..."

"Papa..." There was warm applause at the scene.

"Today, all the donations have a unified base price of three thousand dollars. Now start bidding, at least one thousand dollars each time." The host said.

"Fifty thousand dollars."

As soon as the host finished speaking, someone shouted from below.

"Sixty thousand."

"Eighty thousand."

……

Soon, the bidding price reached 20 US dollars.

Jordan's face was very calm, but under the sunglasses, his eyes were already narrowed together, and the corners of his mouth were also raised. It could be seen that he was in a good mood.

"23."

After 20 yuan, another quotation was made immediately, this time it was Microsoft boss Bill Gates.

This was the first time he called for a price, and after he made a call, no one made a sound.

"boom!"

The host didn't delay, and with one blow, the auction was finalized.

Zhou Quan rubbed his chin. It would be his turn later. If no one asked for the price, he would be ashamed if he had to spend his own money to buy it back.

The auction went on one by one, and when the postman arrived, his donation was a pair of his signature sneakers, which was taken away by Barkley with the lowest bid.

"Has it been negotiated?"

Zhou Quan didn't make fun of him either, after all, it would be even more embarrassing if he bought his own gloves later.

So he decided that if there were not enough coffee seats, he would not participate in such activities in the future.

Finally it was Zhou Quan's glove. The host smiled and said, "This donation is from Iron Fist Slayer. It is the glove he used when he won the NCAA championship last year. Please bid."

Zhou Quan's heart skipped a beat, what the hell, if someone asks me a price, can I give you a pair of gloves later?
"Five thousand."

The next moment, Roberts in the front seat raised his hand.

"This sister is so beautiful! I wish you a bright future and become the number one actress in Hollywood." Zhou Quan praised from the bottom of his heart.

Jordan and the others, who were about to watch the play, glanced at Roberts. This woman wouldn't have an affair with that boy Iron Fist, would she, and always help him?

"Ten thousand dollars."

There was a new bid, and it was not the guests present, but a middle-aged man who sold tickets outside the venue, raised his hand and shouted repeatedly: "[-] dollars, I am a fan of Iron Fist Slayer, give it to me."

Seeing Roger Philip standing next to the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, Zhou Quan was not stupid and understood everything.

At this moment, he just wanted to swear, Rogge, don't mess around, we have a lot of these gloves, and you will lose money if you buy them back for ten thousand dollars, so let the beautiful sister take them for five thousand dollars.

It's a pity that his wish was not fulfilled. The host went down with a hammer and sold his gloves to Roger Philip... the middle-aged man next to him for $[-].

Two minutes later, the charity auction ended. A total of 2 donations were made, raising a total of 56 million US dollars. As for where the money is used, charity is a business. After the donation is the boss’s money, only the boss knows , Donators are not entitled to know.

Next, it's game time.

Thousands of fans outside the court also began to disperse, and they all followed their respective fans to the entire golf course.

There are dozens of guests, not everyone will play, most of them will play, and a few don't plan to end.

Those who plan to play are accompanied by a caddy, their assistant or agent, and two carts behind them.

There were also a few fans not far from Zhou Quan, and the middle-aged man who bought his gloves was also among them. At this moment, Philip walked over and asked in a low voice, "Who is that person?"

"My cousin."

Philip smiled smugly.

"Mr. Philip, I should praise you for arranging this matter, but you cost me ten thousand dollars." He said angrily.

Philip hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to raise the price, thinking that there would be others asking the price, mistake, mistake."

Zhou Quan looked at the sky with both eyes, is this a mockery of me?
"Hey Iron Fist, dare you take a gamble?"

At this moment, Jordan's arrogant voice sounded behind him.

Zhou Quan turned around and looked, the dream team was behind him, looking at him, as if waiting for his review, Jordan bit another cigar in his mouth, and was looking down at him, with a terrific air.

He said angrily, "Flying Man, you are smart. Why don't you bet that you can sweep us in the Eastern Conference Finals? You cost me 50 U.S. dollars."

Jordan said dissatisfiedly: "Just say whether you want to bet or not. If you don't have the guts, just say NO."

"How do you want to bet?" Zhou Quan asked with a smile.

"One shot..."

Jordan paused for a moment. Just now Barkley said that Zhou Quan once shot a score of three under par. He didn't believe it at all. Yes, he hesitated and said, "Ten thousand dollars per shot."

"You have the guts?"

"How much do you want to bet?"

The disdain on Zhou Quan's face almost fell to the ground, making Qiao Dan very uncomfortable, so he asked back immediately.

"Twenty thousand." He said.

"Thirty thousand." Jordan, who was ridiculed, countered.

"Thirty thousand is thirty thousand."

He nodded and agreed. He knew Jordan's golf level. The media reported a lot of news, which was close to professional level. At most, he was on par with him. Lose too much.

"Zhou, play better. Golf is very popular, especially this time for celebrity charity, and there are so many media. If you play at a professional level, you will definitely become famous." Philip urged.

"I'll do my best," he said.

(End of this chapter)