from the golden generation

Chapter 1
"Coach, I want to play basketball."

On the indoor basketball court, Coach John, wearing a cap, looked at the young man in surprise.

For his arrival, the coach expressed surprise.

Not only the coach, but even the players who were still training on the field looked curiously at this side.

It seems that boys shouldn't be here, he doesn't belong here.

After a while.

Coach John took off his hat and smoothed his hair.

He has been the basketball coach here since 1972.

Where is this if you ask?
The hip-hop boy on the street will slap you and tell you kindly.

This is America.

This is Georgetown University.

"Son, why did you come here suddenly and tell me that you want to play?"

Coach John looked at the young man who was shorter than himself, and was very puzzled. He didn't know why the good-looking opponent came here.

"Coach John, I want to play basketball."

The boy repeated it again straightforwardly.

Just as the coach was about to speak, a black teenager who was still training on the field came over.

The other party went straight to the boy with a smile on his face.

"Yan Song? You're really here."

After the other party finished speaking, he patted a boy named Yan Song who was only slightly taller than himself.

"Brother Aaron, can I do it?"

The boy was a little timid, and the brother Alun he was talking about saw him like this.

Then he hit the boy's chest with his hand and said.

"Yan Song, be brave when you come here. I won't take you by the hand. I will participate in the draft in a few months."

After Allen finished speaking, Yan Song immediately puffed up his chest.

Coach John on the side looked at Allen, it turned out that this boy named Yan Song was recruited by you.

And this Allen.

Although he is just a college student, he is a well-known figure.

He is the famous Allen Iverson in Georgetown.

As he said, he is about to enter the draft.

But seeing Yan Song's demented expression of a layman, Coach John still couldn't help asking.

"You don't know the NBA, do you?"

Yan Song shook his head, and the coach looked at Iverson suspiciously.

Iverson pulled Yan Song away very patiently, explaining the problem to Yan Song while walking.

"The NBA draft is a way to introduce rookie players, just like your brother and me, I am a man of the hour."

Allen patted Yan Song's back proudly, Yan Song said excitedly.

"I heard that many teams want to draft you, Alun."

"Then, Brother Alun, do you have a team you want to go to?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, he put the big bag on his back on the ground.

Iverson thought for a while and said.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, wherever I go, I can turn a weak team into a strong team, and a strong team into a battleship!"

After the other party finished speaking, Yan Song clapped his hands cooperatively.

Looking at the usual times, Yan Song has often played this kind of younger brother role.

"Okay, since you're here, stick to it. Anyway, you sleep in class every day, so it's better to learn something useful."

After Iverson finished speaking, he reached out for a basketball and handed it to Yan Song.

"For luck."

"it is good."

The words fall.

Yan Song's palms were straightened, and he patted the extremely elastic basketball stiffly.

"jump."

Yan Song tried hard, but failed to control the ball.

Just got hit in the face by a basketball.

"Hahahahaha."

There was laughter in the arena.

Iverson shook his head helplessly, and waved to the people who were still laughing.

The laughter just stopped.

"You don't understand at all, Bai and I have been with me for so long, take care."

Done.

Iverson bent down slightly, bent his knees, and moved the basketball racket extremely quickly with both hands, as if it was glued to his hands.

After one operation, Iverson showed Yan Song various dribbling moves.

Dribbles behind the back and under the crotch, and uses them freely without being muddled.

Yan Song on the side stared wide-eyed.

"If you want to play basketball well, you have to put in enough hard work."

"Three minutes on stage, ten years off stage."

After Iverson finished speaking, he put his hands together, stood outside the three-point line on the right, and made a steady shot.

Yan Song started to learn in a decent manner, and picked up the basketball from the ground.

Also outside the three-point line, make a strong shot.

It's just that his shooting movements are extremely ugly, grabbing the sides of the basketball with both hands, and throwing it hard.

People call this shooting posture, carrying a cannon.

"boom."

The basketball hit the iron and flew up, and Iverson got to the point.

Yan Song covered up some methods of training basic skills.

Then ran to start a training game.

Next, Yan Song performed dribbling training alone in the corner.

Sometimes, he would sneak a few glances over the basketball court.

There were some tall guys showing, dunking, blocking shots.

Yan Song is very envious.

Watching Alungo dribble past people time and time again, shaking the opposing players away.

Yan Song couldn't help thinking of what the other party had said to him.

Basketball may be able to change myself, and I am helpless in the United States.

The only one who can rely on is Iverson, who is in the same class.

The other party always takes good care of himself, treats him to dinner when he has no money, and helps him seek justice when he is bullied.

Therefore, Yan Song will always try Iverson's suggestion, even though he doesn't like it.

"When dribbling, don't be too rigid."

"Ok?"

Yan Song heard the sound and looked back, it was Coach John.

"Relax your body and have strength when dribbling."

The coach pointed out Yan Song's shortcomings. This boy is almost like a blank slate in terms of basketball skills.

He always felt that this was a challenge from God, but no matter what.

He is his student now, and as a coach, he should train the opponent well.

practicing.

After Iverson on the field made a long-range mid-range shot.

He glanced in the direction of the two of them, and then smiled.

Basketball hits the net...

...

"Yan Song, how do you feel about training?"

"It's okay, the coach is very patient, I can already dribble with the crotch."

"That's right, I'm a quick learner. If you're interested in thinking about it, follow me to the NBA draft in a few months."

Iverson joked.

"You learn so fast, maybe you will be selected in the first round."

Yan Song just smiled and said nothing, he knew that with his own strength, it was impossible to become a qualified player in the few months left.

Iverson saw that Yan Song was a little preoccupied, and stopped teasing him.

Throwing his backpack to Yan Song, said.

"Go, let's take you to play."

The words fall.

Yan Song was still speechless, and Iverson looked at the strange Yan Song with some doubts.

"Brother Alun, I want to go back to training."

After saying this, Iverson seemed to hear words that were impossible to hear in this life.

What?The number one sleeping god in Georgetown, you need to train.

Iverson didn't speak, but also tilted his head to look at Yan Song with a firm expression.

"Since you've made up your mind, go for it."

After Iverson finished speaking, he didn't want his own backpack, turned around and ran out of the school gate.

Yan Song is used to it. They all said that Brother Alun doesn't like training.

This can't be true...

　New book, a lot of support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)