Forward to the basket

Because of Chen Feng's appearance, the game, which had already lost its flavor, seemed to strongly attract the appetite of every audience in an instant.

The few words Chen Feng said to Harrell were just adding fuel to the raging fire.

When Chen Feng yelled on the sidelines that he didn't want to lose a hundred dollars, he had already become a thorn in the side of those Brooklyn fans and players.

It was a kind of naked contempt, no one before or now dared to provoke people from Brooklyn like this.

Including the guys from Queen Street, although both parties have always seen each other very unhappy, but at least a little respect will be reserved for others, and they will not be as cold and unscrupulous as this guy.

For this kind of contempt and provocation, people in Brooklyn have always responded directly.

They will trample you under their feet and crush you vigorously until there is not even a little dregs left.

It's not that there have been such tigers who dared to despise Brooklyn's prestige before, but few of them ended well, and most of them lost without even scum left.

Now this big man seems to have a plan to twist Brooklyn's tiger's beard, so most people are waiting to see his tragic end.

Harrell didn't know what other people thought, anyway, he didn't intend to let the bald man in front of him have a good life.

unfamiliar?Have not heard?The defeated one?This is simply a slap in the face, leaving no way out.

Chen Feng?As the guy said, this is a very awkward Asian name for Harrell. Not only is it difficult to pronounce, but the sharp eyes with the bald head really make Harrell very uncomfortable.

Harrell has an idea now, in the next less than 9 minutes, he must make the other party unforgettable.

They are also insiders, and Harrell is not afraid that the two will not have a chance to match up. As long as they meet, he will let the other party remember his name forever.

Casually provoking a good player who has already made a name for himself in and1 will always have to pay a small price.

The grievances and grievances caused on the street are always easy to resolve. Whoever stands in the end is the one with reason.

Whoever can win the game after 9 minutes is the winner. Is it useful to just play tricks?

"Hot Sauce" didn't know what his partner would do to the big man, but when the game restarted, the newcomer, the smaller man named Williams, had already dribbled towards him.

Although he hadn't fought against this black boy before, but seeing that the other party was almost 1.8 meters tall and his body was not too strong, Chap had the confidence to entangle him.

On the street, not many people are real defensive experts, and most people still prefer to focus on how to get past the opponent, or how to play new moves.

This is how the streets advocate freedom, performances, and showing off their individuality. Even the humiliated people recognize this fact.

If you always make a decent layup when you have nothing to do, or keep that kind of flat mid-range shot, then you will definitely not make your name on the street.

Sometimes, that kind of impromptu performance can be enjoyed on the street, and defense is dispensable.

Chapoin's defensive skills are not strong enough, especially his speed is a bit slow, but he knows how to block the opponent's advance route, and the duel between point guards is more to interfere with the opponent.

Just as Chappin tormented the off-field defender in the previous game, he was always using his nimble hands to disrupt the rhythm of the opponent's possession and force the opponent to make turnovers.

Now he also wants to use this method to restrain Williams. Anyway, there is not much time left in the game, and one more second is good news for Brooklyn.

If you can make yourself a good steal, it may detonate the stands again. Chaplin doesn't think that black boy who has been squatting on the bench has any ability.

Chapoin is waiting one step outside the three-point line, and he wants to try to post up after the opponent enters this area, disrupting his rhythm.

But what happened in the next second stunned Chapyin, a top player who had been on the street for three years, because the black boy didn't continue to advance at all. Just after halftime, he raised his hand and threw the basketball Throw it out, as if a novice who can't play basketball is trying to catch a three-pointer.

And the distance of the three-pointer is really a bit far, man, that black boy, he just crossed the half court!No matter how you look at it, this is a very unreliable attack.

But that black boy seemed to have planned to do this from the very beginning, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown it so decisively. The basketball was like a hot potato in his hands.

"Crap! What's going on here!?" Chapoin might not be the only one exclaiming.

People who saw Williams' pure amateur performance all opened their mouths with astonishment.

At this moment, most of the more than 2000 people standing in the stands subconsciously believed that those guys in Queens really had a short circuit.

They not only sent out a bald lunatic, but also a standard basketball idiot.

Nima!Even if it was Reggie Miller playing the game, he wouldn't dare to take a shot just after halftime so casually!Besides, that guy named Williams hasn't even done a warm-up!

The posture in which he throws the basketball looks very amateurish no matter how you look at it, but the arc is indeed very high.

But most people felt like cursing when they saw his performance like this. Originally, when the bald head came up, many people wanted to see if there was a chance for a turnaround in this game.

But that black boy suddenly did such a thing, you really think you are God!Just throw a three-pointer and you'll score!

Throwing a three-pointer directly from such a distance, I am afraid no one can block him like a prophet.

So when Williams threw the basketball, everyone was a little taken aback, including the Brooklyn team.

By the time he reacted, the basketball had already flown towards the basket. Although it didn't look like he could score directly, Chapyin turned his head subconsciously, just to see who could get the rebound.

As long as he is a normal person, he will not think that the kid can score with just a throw.

If it was his own person who got the rebound, Chapyin wouldn't mind running wildly at this moment, making a beautiful fast break.

But when Chapyin looked back, what he saw was not the old man Harrell who took off the rebound smoothly, but a back figure that jumped into the air under the afternoon sun.

The basketball didn't hit the backboard because a pair of strong hands had captured it in midair.

That is a pair of hands big enough to completely grasp the basketball in it, so that it cannot fall downward according to the rules of gravity.

Since the day Harrell entered and1, he has been performing various difficult slam dunks on the basketball court with his spring-like legs.

It can be said that Harrell won the work contract of and1 by virtue of his jumping ability. Although his height is only [-] meters, his vertical jump height is not inferior to any well-known dunker.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the main power forward in the and1 tour team with his height, let alone average a double-double per game.

But at this moment, Harrell began to doubt himself, wondering if his legs still had that powerful jumping ability.

He and the bald man took off almost at the same time, and he was closer to the landing point of the basketball than the opponent.

But the reality seriously frustrated Harrell's self-confidence. The bald and muscular man didn't rely on his strong body to get in position at all.

But his hands caught the basketball one step earlier than Harrell. This was a confrontation that was determined purely by jumping ability.

"He can jump higher than me?" Although Harrell knew that he was indeed a few centimeters shorter than the other party when the other party came over.

But this is not the first time that Harrell has defeated an opponent who is taller than him on the court. Even if the bald man in front of him is very strong, Harrell is confident that he can handle him in the confrontation.

Especially in this kind of confrontation that is purely about jumping ability, strong muscles do not have much advantage.

But at this moment, Harrell realized that the bald head's hands were really big, and his arms were obviously longer than his own. What's more, that guy's jumping ability was even stronger than his own!

This is not over yet. After Harrell failed to bounce, he subconsciously tried to use his fingertips to remove the basketball from the opponent's hand.

He expects such interference to cause the basketball to fly out of the baseline, or cause the opponent to drop it.

The two people flying in the air had no focus at all, but the moment Harrell's fingertips touched the basketball, he clearly felt his body being pushed backwards in the air.

Strength, absolute strength, Harrell's hand has been pressing on the basketball, but now he has no way to get the ball out, and the worst thing is, he was pushed back hard by the opponent.

All of this just happened in a blink of an eye. When the ferocious force pressed the basketball and broke through Harrell's blockade, Harrell could even feel the pain of his fingertips being rubbed by the basketball.

And he couldn't control the balance of his body, and was knocked out of the air in a very embarrassing situation.

"Bang!", when the basketball was slammed into the basket by those hands, even the voice seemed so violent.

The baskets in Locke Park are rarely hung with nets. The purest and original iron baskets have always been the symbol here, but at this moment, the baskets are being pulled violently, making metal groans.

The entire basketball hoop was also trembling and shaking, and the strength of those big hands moved everyone's nerves, and everyone watched all this happening before their eyes in dumbfounded.

At the moment that big man named Chen Feng volleyed, it was like a B-52 heavy bomber loaded with ammunition, hovering over the basket, roaring, until he dropped the bomb that destroyed everything.

"Damn it, am I dazzled, or am I dreaming? That guy actually performed an alley-oop that spanned half the court!"

Jerry's exclamation next to him was already reserved, because the more than 2000 people present expressed their emotions with gasps and exclamations almost at the same time.

Only the perpetrator didn't seem to feel anything about it, he didn't even care about those surprised cries, he just looked at Harrell who was knocked to the ground with a strange smile on his face.

"As I said just now, I'm afraid you will regret appearing here. Remember one sentence, don't pretend to be like me, you will really get hurt. This is just the beginning. I hope you still have the courage to survive until the end of the game."

Maybe at this moment Harrell will regret it a little bit, why did he have to tease such a guy who looks very unscrupulous just now, maybe he is not used to that guy's arrogant appearance, or his very calm attitude.

It seems that from the very beginning, that guy didn't care who his opponent was, pretending to be a watering can and swearing, he was just spitting at his teammates for falling behind by a big score.

As for winning or losing, as he said himself, he didn't want to lose that one hundred dollars.

The flat back on the concrete floor and the stuffy chest told Harrell that the animal in front of him had turned into a terrifying beast.

The unreasonable alley-oop just now cast a shadow over his heart.

The "Duke Tango" on the sidelines has already played the passionate rap music again. From the perspective of this old ruffian, maybe this game has become more interesting from this moment.