A player who had not undergone systematic training would never be as good as someone who had. Moreover, basketball, which was known as the " long man game," had an even higher requirement for physical fitness. All the famous players in the NBA, other than the extremely strange " Big Bird " Larry Bird, were all non-human monsters.
For example, Mr. Jordan, the undefeated king of basketball history, had excellent physical equipment. In terms of jumping, he could jump from the free-throw line. In terms of strength, Mr. Jordan had never been afraid of any defenders in history, even though the defenders in the 1990s were generally not very tall and heavy. As for Jordan's ability to stay in the air, it had almost reached the limit of humans.
" Flying basketball man " Mr. Jordan's life was legendary. Other than the early restrictions of the Bad Boy Legion led by the smiling assassin Thomas, after he grew up, no one in the entire NBA could stop him.
Among the souls of his men, whether it was the four center forwards, the famous human movie essence on the back, the glider of the Blazers, the domineering and eccentric Barkley, or the tacit understanding of the postman duo... none of them could resist Air Jordan. Only the lucky Big Dream Olajuwon was lucky enough to win two championships when Jordan was bored and changed his career to baseball. As his enemy, it was undoubtedly sad.
Which famous football star wasn't a talented person with a heart that was higher than the sky? They could only bow down to that man and watch him hold the honor while they could only cry silently and waste their youth. Even if they showed admiration and admiration in front of the screen, they hated Jordan to death in private. Moreover, Mr. Jordan was said to be invincible as a "basketball flying man". No matter what role they played on the field, the attacker, defender, and leader were all competent and more than enough.
He said so much to express the cruelty of the basketball court, especially for professional players. Basketball was their rice bowl, their guarantee to feed their families.
However, not everyone could become a star player. They could have an annual salary of millions, smoke cigars, drink famous wine, go to flashy social events, drive flashy sports cars, and live a life like a damn All-Star. For example, there were many black people in the NBA. Those with physical fitness could practice their skills and become star players like Wade and Iverson. Those with average physical fitness could only choose to leave their hometown and play overseas. Moreover, he was facing the possibility of being fired at any time.
Hisashi Mii was undoubtedly the kind of person who had the chance to become an All-Star. In the words of martial arts novels, he was a piece of unpolished jade.
He was tall, and his movements and jumps were all outstanding. What was more, he was willing to put in effort, and his skills far exceeded those of his age.
If the first two times were just probing, then now I'm 100% paying attention to Mitsui. After he received the ball, I first leaned close to him. When he was ready to make a move, I immediately retreated half a step away from him. I used one hand to harass his ball and the other to block the left side.
Generally speaking, people rely heavily on their dominant hand. In basketball, they will subconsciously choose to dribble in the direction of their dominant hand. Even the skillful Mitsui mainly dribbles with his right hand, so if I let him break through on the left, I believe that I can rely on his body position and slowly make the next defensive move.
I felt proud of my own thoughts, but Mitsui didn't give me too much time to be complacent. It was obvious that he was very concerned about my defense and subconsciously took a small step back.
At this time, if I continued to press him forward, it would be easy to press him to the sidelines. Even because of the existence of the boundary line, I had a certain degree of confidence to force him to make mistakes or concede the ball, but I did not do so. First of all, Mitsui's dribbling ability was not bad. Blindly pressing the defense would only make it easier for others to break through. Not to mention, his stable shooting ability and his height advantage made me give up on this idea.
Without dribbling or feints, Mitsui relied on his height and long legs to attack from the left, which was the 45th corner. His steps were very big, and his dribbling center of gravity was very low. Although I misjudged the direction of his breakthrough and was passed by half a step, I didn't give in and stuck close to his body to stop him from starting.
Suddenly, he stopped dribbling and dribbled slightly to the left. Actually, it was already a failure for Mitsui to break through to this stage. This kind of spear-type breakthrough with large steps emphasized on going straight for the enemy. If there was a slight pause in the middle, because the center of gravity of the dribble was low, it was easy to expose the basketball and let the defender steal the ball.
At present, Mitsui's breakthrough depended largely on his physical fitness. He had very few tricks up his sleeve. His dribbling rhythm and feints were not very good.
My body slightly pushed forward, and Mitsui, who was dribbling with his left hand, suddenly stopped.
"Pa." I successfully intercepted the ball before it landed.
In the next round, the stubborn pony chose to break through from the left. This time, he controlled his pace slightly. Although he slowed down, Mitsui, who was taller and faster than me, still managed to squeeze past me by half a body. I wanted to continue squeezing him, but this time he cleverly avoided it and still stopped. However, he took advantage of the situation and jumped up. I blocked the ball but failed, and the ball went in.
After the goal, this guy looked at me. Good fellow, my fighting spirit has also risen a little.
I don't know if he was intentionally showing off his all-rounded skills or something else, but he clearly had an advantage over me in height and jumping. As long as Mitsui chose to shoot, it would be very difficult for me to give him any defensive pressure, but he actually gave up on this shortcut and chose to play a back-to-back solo.
He is taller than me, but his weight and strength are not as good as mine. I didn't do any oppressive defense. I let him have half an arm's distance. Mitsui played with his back. Because there was no resistance behind him, he was obviously not used to dribbling. For a moment, his rhythm was chaotic, but he still chose to attack.
When playing a back-to-back solo, it was important to feel the characteristics of the defender's strength. Because the back was facing the basket, one could not see it. One could only feel the focus of the defense with the muscles on the back.
After receiving the ball, he turned around in the bottom right corner. At the same time, Mitsui followed suit. His body and head both made a fake move. Behind him, I also followed suit. I took advantage of the moment when he turned around to raise the ball and I hit it down one by one.
It was very easy to expose the basketball when turning around for a jump shot, so the player should raise the ball high when turning around. The angle of the ball should also be very high, so that it would be difficult for the defender to hit the ball. Some players who were very good at defending in the low post were very good at dropping the racket when you turned around and prepared to shoot.
At present, this technology was still too early for Mitsui. The turn-around and fadeaway jump shots required a certain height and a certain amount of momentum. They were different from ordinary shots because all the burden was on the legs, which required a lot of strength.
If I had been facing such a defense just now, I would have turned into a face-frame state the moment the opponent retreated, made a shooting feint, or chose to shoot directly and break through.
Mitsui didn't say much, as if he was already used to my successful defense. However, the young man's eyes burned with unyielding flames.
In the next few rounds, my score alternated with his. He relied on his physical fitness and height to shoot, giving me a headache. I relied on my experience to score.
I was also thinking about it when I played with Mitsui. Mitsui's playing style was very similar to an NBA player, and that was the Pacers 'Granger. They were all tall, had excellent shooting ability, and were well-rounded. They were used to shooting or breaking through immediately after receiving the ball. They were players with strong ability without the ball.
A perfect team player.
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore." I wiped the sweat off my forehead. My body was already very tired after the intense exercise just now.
A bottle of mineral water was handed to me. I looked at Misuki and thanked her gently.
The few of us went to the shade of a tree nearby to rest. After Yang Nano and Kenta Yaota asked me about the results of the competition, the three of them excitedly went to experiment. Miyatsuki-san followed behind me responsibly, saving me the trouble of speaking.
Lin Tian, I have a question." After resting for a while, Mitsui suddenly said.
Actually, I expected Mitsui to ask me questions after the game, so I wasn't too surprised.
"Oh, go ahead." I smiled.
"Are you really a sixth grade student?”
"It's the real deal."
" Then why is your defense…" He revealed a puzzled expression.
" Uh…" It's hard for me to tell him about this. Should I tell him that I actually liked basketball in my previous life?
No, I would definitely be treated as a lunatic. I wisely dismissed this idea.
"If that's the case, it should be because I watch videos often. NBA, yes, it's the NBA. You should know about it, right?”
" Yes, I know. Then, those videos..." The flaming man stuttered.
Can I borrow it?
Lend your head.
"Alla, Senior Mitsui is a basketball player from Takeshi High School. Right, I heard that Takeshi High School is a private school. How are your skills? Are you confident in the county competition?”
"Ahaha, you're right.”The Q version of Mitsui-san laughed out loud."Because of my participation, our Takeshi High School has already become the king of Kanagawa. I'm not afraid to tell you that I was the MVP last year.”
"Oh, I see. MVP, Senior is really amazing."
"Of course! By the way, you should be going to high school soon, right? How about it? Are you interested in coming to Takeshi High School? "I'm definitely the captain, but what about the vice-captain…" Mitsui deliberately paused.
As expected, he would ask this.
If I enter the first year of junior high school, then Mitsui will be in the third year of junior high school. I feel like I'm being entrusted with an orphan. It's so heavy.
"Although I'm sorry, I've already discussed it with my family. I'll be studying at Heguang Middle School.”
"What? That trashy high school.”Mitsui showed a disapproving expression.
Damn it, seeing Mitsui's reaction, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. It seemed that Kazuko High School's reputation was really in a sorry state…
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