The genius of the basketball madman is on the left

"What kind of performance art is this..."

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Zuo Li turned around and saw a guy with such an image. Seriously, if he was in China, Zuo Li would have already called the police, but here, let alone, people with this image are quite common.

But Zuo Li still maintains the necessary vigilance, because even in China, the person dressed like this is likely to be an older young and Dangerous boy or a street sneaker, anyway, he is a guy that ordinary people don't want to meet, but here, don't mention it, then He is a dangerous person. Although New York is one of the few states that bans guns, the danger in Harlem no longer needs guns to explain.

So Zuo Li was ready to run right away. After all, although he shouldn't be considered an ordinary person, he is only under 9 years old, so oiling the soles of his feet is definitely the best way.

However, the person who came here obviously didn't see Zuo Li's expression. Instead, he took a puff of cigarette on his own, drank it down with wine, and walked slowly in front of the wooden sign: "You are also here to see this guy." , does anyone still remember who he is?"

Zuo Li felt a little absurd when he heard it, which also stopped him from wanting to run. This is a goat, a guy who has influenced the streetball world for decades. He may be forgotten in the future, but it will not be the moment when streetball is in full swing.

"Of course, even if you don't play streetball, many people will know about it. If you don't believe me, look at the guys who come here to play. Many of them should come here for this name." Zuo Li pointed Pointing to the name on the sign, Zuo Li guessed that this uncle might be one of the few people who were blown up by goats, and he didn’t come here to make trouble…

"Hahahaha, yes, that would be great." Whoever thought that after hearing Zuo Li's words, the black uncle not only didn't get angry, but laughed loudly, and then smoked and drank more happily.

Zuo Li: "..."

Okay, it seems that Zuo Li is thinking too much, this guy should just drink too much and have nothing to do to have fun, Zuo Li decided not to stay with such a fool, Zuo Li still wants to go before it is dark Take a look at 99th Street. It is said that Goat retired from the world at the age of 25 and founded the "Goat League" on 99th Street. Stars from all walks of life came here especially, Bernard King and Albert King Brothers and later the Rockets The Spurs double-championship player Mario Eli was born in the "Goat League", and Zuo Li still wanted to see it.

But just as he was about to leave, the uncle behind him suddenly stopped Zuo Li.

"Hey, how is this Asian kid, are you interested in learning streetball?"

Zuo Li stopped when he heard the words, turned his head slightly differently, looked up and down, did not speak, but the meaning was obvious: "Uncle, with your body, how can you teach others to play streetball?"And, who are you? ? ? '

"Hahahaha, today's kids are really rude." The uncle looked up to the sky and laughed indifferently, and at some point in his hand he no longer had a two-piece set of tobacco and alcohol, and replaced it with something that came out of nowhere. of a basketball.

Zuo Li turned his head and looked behind him. How did this thing come out? I never heard that black people have the talent of magicians.

But this is not important, the important thing is that the uncle threw the basketball to Zuo Li: "Come on, let me see your strength."

Zuo Li received the ball with a dazed face, thinking that there are really everyone in this year, you can meet this weird person just by going out, I promise you, let me come, and you and a person of this age Is it suitable for the person PK!

Zuo Li didn't know it yet, since he received the ball, history once again had an inflection point...

However, Zuo Li did not object. Playing a ball on this court itself is one of the purposes of Zuo Li's coming here. If you want to play, then come here.

However, the main reason why Zuo Li accepted it calmly was that he didn't take this hunchbacked uncle who never left his body with alcohol and tobacco in his eyes at all. Although Zuo Li was young, his strength had grown really fast recently. Li doesn't lose, but Zuo Li's speed is the pride of Zuo Li, how can he lose with this thing.

But soon, Zuo Li could no longer maintain his indifference...

For the first ball, he made a CROSSOVER change direction from the left, smashed the ball and scored a point, and got a compliment from the uncle: "Not bad."

However, when the second ball, Zuo Li's assault, was picked out with a finger behind him, Zuo Li realized that something was wrong.

The ball changed hands, the uncle held the ball calmly, Zuo Li quickly realized that this guy is definitely a veteran, at least Zuo Li has no chance to break the ball, maybe because he is old and his speed is very fast. Slow, but the continuous change of direction and shaking still left a gap in Zuo Li's defense, an easy shot, and the score was tied.

And then, just like teaching streetball, the black uncle with no advantages in speed, height, or even strength scored 5 points in a row, and Zuo Li lost the first game he came here...

"OKOKOK! I admit, you are really strong." Zuo Li, who had been teased for a long time, sat on the sidelines and said, he is really convinced now, is the street in the United States so hung up, and you can meet someone casually The uncle can beat him up. Although he is still very young, the opponent is obviously old. There is no confrontation, no speed, and only skills, experience, and soft touch can easily defeat the current self. It is hard to imagine What kind of strength would he be when he was young, such a guy is a nobody on the streets of Harlem? !

"Phew, you know how powerful you are, kid. If I were young, I would hit 10 like you." The uncle sat beside Zuo Li panting, with remembrance in his eyes.

Zuo Li expressed his understanding, who is still young.

"But you are not bad. I thought that Asians can't play. You changed my view of Asians. Your basic skills are very solid, but you lack some experience and skills."

"Hmph, I just let you win once, give me another year, no, two years, when I am 10 years old, I will definitely defeat you!" The failure inspired Zuo Li's fighting spirit, he stood up and said.

"WAIT, WAIT, what are you talking about? How old are you?!"

"8 years old."

"FUCK! Can you be 8 years old?!"

"If it's a fake replacement."

"WTF..."

This time it was the turn of the black uncle to be shocked. This fucking could be 8 years old. He thought about what he looked like when he was 8 years old... Then he fell into ecstasy. If the sentence just now was 8 points false, now he wants to teach Zuo Li to play My heart is 10 points true.

"How about it? Do you want to learn? I can pass on all my skills and experience to you."

"Well, I have a coach."

"It's not important, I don't know those things, and what I know, they can't teach them!" The black uncle straightened his waist.

"Damn, so arrogant... So, who are you?"

"Let me introduce you formally. My name is Earl MacNicoult, nicknamed Goat!"