Versatile Point Forward

Chapter 1
Ye Ning stood at the top of the arc and steadily controlled the ball. The red vest representing the main force on his body was so wet that it could drip water, and there were beads of sweat on the ends of his hair, which was particularly dazzling under the light.But all this seemed to have nothing to do with Ye Ning, his right hand was still patting the ball rhythmically, and his eyes were fixed on the opponent standing in front of him.

There are eight seconds left on the shot clock.

Suddenly, Ye Ning moved without any warning. The dark brown basketball flickered back and forth between his crotch a few times strangely, and the opponent's center of gravity was completely restrained by him.With a long leg, Ye Ning rushed in from the opponent with the ball, and the latter who was half a beat late could only follow behind to eat the exhaust gas.Facing the blocking inside player, Ye Ning smiled faintly, and his speed did not slow down at all. It seemed that he was going to turn around and pass by the opponent.

At this time, a sudden change occurred, and the defensive players on the weak side were eager to prevent him from continuing to break through. The huge body that rushed over quickly couldn't brake in time, and hit Ye Ning heavily. "Beep beep——" a piercing whistle sounded in the huge Yangcheng Basketball Training Center, and the cheering sound of the audience suddenly weakened. Countless fans watching the game turned their eyes to the basket of Huang Fang in shock.In the three-second zone, Ye Ning was lying on the ground with his right knee in his arms, almost biting his lips to bleed.He tried to stand up again and again, but the severe pain in his knees made his thoughts come to naught again and again. Even so, he still didn't say a word, but the big beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his feelings.

"Hmph, isn't it just relying on yourself to play in the Spanish league? It's so easy to get injured. It seems that the training level of European basketball is not very good."

"That's right, what about the Chinese football champion? It's really embarrassing for us to say it..."

"Always go to the coach after training to talk about this and that, and don't think about whether the team can play the tactics he said, and he can guarantee that his suggestions are useful? It's ridiculous."

"Keep your voices down, no matter what, you are our predecessors, if the media hears..."

Although the few bad guys were dissuaded by his teammates, Ye Ning, who was lying on the floor, still heard the first few words clearly, and according to his usual temper, he would have rushed to fight with them , but now he can't do anything, he can only stare blankly at the ceiling, his heart is in a mess.

"Is it wrong for me to come back to the national team?"

"Why does the coach know that my suggestion is good but refuses to accept it?"

"Why do teammates who should have fought side by side have such an impression of me?"

"Is this jersey just their bragging rights instead of motivation to win?"

"why?"

"why……"

Ye Ning, who was muttering to himself, was quickly carried away by the medical staff on a stretcher. The old man sitting on the coach's bench watched their backs disappear at the door, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes, but he immediately waved to the referee. Waving: "The game is cancelled!" Then he strode away from the arena that made him feel a little depressed.

"Ms. Guo, I'm very sorry. We have tried our best to save Mr. Ye's injury. But he suffered a very serious torn ligament and meniscus, and at the same time, there is a slight bone fracture in his right calf. We can only guarantee to let him He will be able to walk like a normal person in the future, instead of sitting in a wheelchair all day long..."

In the office filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, Professor Wang, who was in charge of Ye Ning's operation, reported his diagnosis result to the anxious young woman in front of him very seriously.But Guo Yu interrupted the old professor very shamelessly: "I just want to know if he can continue to play in the future."

Professor Wang took a deep look at her, recalled the national team uniform that Ye Ning was wearing when he was sent to the hospital, sighed inwardly, and said firmly: "No, getting him out of the wheelchair is something we can do." It's the limit, and I bet you couldn't get your husband back on the court even if you found other experts in the field."

Guo Yu took a deep breath, took out a checkbook from his kun bag, wrote a few strokes, tore a sheet and put it on Professor Wang's desk: "Thank you, sorry for your trouble." But when she stood When he got up, tears were streaming down his face.

"Ah Ning, the doctor said... you will never..." Guo Yu sat on the hospital bed, holding her husband's hand, crying like a child.Ye Ning stroked her hair, smiled wryly and said, "I know my body myself, I had already expected it the moment I fell down. Aren't you always worried? Now that I'm retired, you can rest assured .”

Guo Yu wiped away tears, and gave him a hard look: "Retiring by yourself and retiring due to injury are two different things, okay? I want you to stop playing basketball, but after all, that is your dream since childhood!" Ye Ning was about to sit up, but when he heard his wife's words, he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Only if you have played abroad, you will know what a gap is. Just in terms of atmosphere, it is not just as simple as falling behind in China, you Look at those players who were selected for the national team, all of them just regard being selected as a beautiful word on their resumes, and they hardly have the spirit of winning glory for the country, what is the use of such a team?"

As he talked, Ye Ning became excited: "Can't you find a few talented seedlings in a huge country with a population of 13 billion? No, there have always been talents, but they are either trapped by the current domestic league system. Restraint, or it has become a tool for those big shots to fight for power! Moreover, their growth environment is not good. Although the college student league has been in full swing in recent years, it is impossible to have the status of NCAA without a few decades of effort. Not to mention being a pioneer in Chinese basketball in terms of tactics!"

"Looking at our professional league again, I really don't know if we're doing everything for the box office?" Speaking of the league, Ye Ning's face flushed, "It's no problem to find foreign aid. In so many leagues, signing foreign players has become a common practice. But what is it like now? Oh, during the game, foreign players desperately scored points and grabbed rebounds. The single-game data was refreshed again and again, and the record improved. Fans It has increased, but have domestic players been cultivated? Seeing how they look in the international arena, I..."

Just as Ye Ning was speaking impassionedly, the door of the ward was pushed open, and the head coach of the national team who decisively terminated the game after Ye Ning was injured and left the field early walked in.Ye Ning quickly sat up with the help of his wife: "Director Ma, why are you here? The Asian Games in Bangkok is imminent, and the team's affairs..." Mr. Ma waved his hand and said softly: "I am just here as an individual. Visiting you, remember, it's a person." Ye Ning's face froze and he didn't speak.

The old man sat down on the stool, stared at Ye Ning with piercing eyes, and said in a deep voice: "What do domestic players look like in the international arena? Tell the old man." Ye Ning, who was eloquent just now, was a little embarrassed Scratching his head frantically, he hesitated and said, "Director Ma, this...it's just me talking nonsense for a while, don't take it to heart, they play pretty well." Mr. Ma was silent for a moment, and said, "There are only three of us here. Personal, you can say whatever you want, I can still listen to you, old man."

Seeing that the old man's expression does not seem to be fake, Ye Ning calmed down and said in a low voice: "The shooting is not accurate, the enthusiasm is not high, the tactical quality is poor, and there is no ruthlessness to dare to fight." The old man Ma did not expect him to say After saying such words, he couldn't help but get angry: "You are welcome." But then he said with emotion: "I understand what you said... But, what can I do?" Hearing the old man say With these words, Ye Ning couldn't help falling into silence.

After a while, Mr. Ma stood up and said goodbye. Just like what Ye Ning said, the Asian Games will start soon. As the head coach of the team, he still has a lot of work to do.After watching the old man leave, Ye Ning suddenly held his wife's hand and said softly, "Let's go to the United States. Although I can't continue to play now, it is a holy place for basketball fans all over the world. You can see more high-level basketball players." The level of competition is also good. The domestic basketball soil is too barren, and it is difficult for any dream about basketball to blossom here." At the same time, he added in his heart: Maybe our son can continue to fulfill my dream.

Guo Yu looked at her smiling husband and nodded.

The media did not report too much about Ye Ning, the Chinese football king, who suffered a devastating injury in the national team training match and eventually retired, and even most of them were mentioned in one stroke. Their focus was on the debut of the Shanghai team. For Yao Ming, the outstanding young center, Ye Ning was nothing more than an old guy who was out of date in their eyes.Of course, Ye Ning himself had anticipated these things a long time ago, and he has always looked down on fame.

After listing the house in China for sale, Ye Ning took his wife and young son to the United States on the other side of the ocean without any worries, without any attention or farewell, only those closest to him in the basketball circle The talent vaguely knew that this once dominant king in the Spanish league had chosen to leave, and this serious injury was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.Except for the fans and some coaches and players who feel sorry for him, the high-ranking officials don't seem to feel too much. In their view, this tough bone can save a lot of things.

When he was about to board the plane, Ye Ning's son held his father's big hand tightly, raised his head and asked, "Dad, will we come back again?" Ye Ning rubbed his son's little head, and said firmly, "We must Will be back again."

This day is July 1998, 9.

(End of this chapter)