Basketball glory

"It's time to show off your real skills."

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and An Ran finally faced his first battle with the prison police.

"Why can't you come up with a nicer name?" An Ran, who called himself a member of the prison team, couldn't help but smile.

"It's just a code name. As long as I can win, I'll do whatever it takes." said a person standing next to An Ran.

"Bo Wen, An Ran, come and warm up, why are you standing there in a daze?"

Hearing this, the two of them started moving together.

Martin and the others were already doing preparatory activities at the basket on the side. Looking at the equipment they were wearing, I felt envious.

All Nike basketball shoes, paired with a uniform blue jersey, obviously the operation of a regular army.

As for myself, except for the dozen or so numbered jerseys I brought, everything is old.

"It seems that it was not a fair game from the beginning."

"What do you think?" starting point guard Thompson said.

"Don't worry about that, brother, just go out and play well."

"Okay, stop chatting and warm up quickly."

Immediately, several people began to warm up in their own way.

While the starter was preparing on the court, An Ran took a look around and found that almost everyone was surrounding him.

There were a few prison guards and some cooks or workers standing in twos and threes in the stands.

The indoor square was even more crowded, with people behind trying to squeeze forward to get a good seat.

The noisy sound made An Ran feel a little uncomfortable.

"Relax, these sounds won't disturb you."

Smith could see that Anron's mentality was a little unstable, so he said aloud.

"The starting point guard on the opposite side is named Martin. His style of play is very similar to yours, but his shooting is much more accurate than yours.

The starting point guard is the black man named Michelle, the small forward is George, the power forward is Karl, and the center is that tall guy, and I don’t know his name.”

Following Smith's guidance, An Ran looked through each one and found that most of them looked familiar.

"Your opponent is probably the guy named Deron, who is very good at defense but not good at offense."

As he spoke, An Ran calmed down unconsciously.

The blood in the body was flowing extremely fast, as if the body was suddenly heated up.

I still take my first game in prison very seriously.

"There are only two games, one and two, twenty minutes each, with a ten-minute intermission."

"Your physical ability?"

"It's no problem. I feel like I'm full of strength."

"Haha, good job." Grant laughed, knowing that this rule has been criticized many times.

Every time he plays, he feels like he has run out of strength, but Martin insists on doing so. The euphemistic term physical strength is also an important part of the comparison.

The football match is about to start, and people from both sides are mobilizing before the war.

"What are they?!"

"It's the prison guard!" everyone shouted loudly.

"What are we?"

"It's a prisoner."

"Are you afraid of them?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

An Ran, who shouted along with them, seemed to be ignited with passion all over his body.

It felt like I was back in school fighting for victory.

"After practicing for so long, it's finally time to show off my strength."

The jump ball started, Grant waved his long arm, and the ball was in Bowen's hands.

So the five people moved forward quickly.

Both players got into position very quickly and started running wildly just after halftime.

They are both old rivals and know the tactics of both sides very well. The key to positional battles is patience.

In the first round, Grant mentioned the high post, and Bowen sent the ball out with a slight adjustment.

He slid down the baseline and used a pick-and-roll to successfully find a gap. He received the pass and made a decisive three-pointer.

"Too fast for defense!"

An Ran exclaimed when he saw this scene. After Martin was thrown away from the pick and roll, someone immediately walked towards Bowen.

The gap that just came out is not enough time to think, and if you hesitate, you will have no chance to shoot.

With a "swish" sound, a three-pointer hit the net. It can be seen that he feels pretty good today.

"Get back on defense, get back on defense." Bowen yelled as he ran after hitting the three-pointer.

An Ran enjoyed seeing Martin play for the first time.

Sitting under the court gave him a better chance to observe the playing habits of the people on the court.

Martin advanced with the ball, and although Anron did not face him directly, he could still feel his pressure.

Bowen's heart was already in his throat, as he was guarding him.

Martin has a strong body and clear lines, but he doesn't just rely on his body to play.

In just a few rounds, An Ran noticed that Martin's whole body was full of fake moves, especially his eyes, which were hard to detect.

"What an actor!"

As he finished speaking, Martin accelerated and broke through the defense, then looked towards the right corner.

Grant, who came to defend, hesitated, and Martin took advantage of the situation and made an empty blue.

"He plays so smart that it's very difficult to guard him alone."

The offensive dual-core of Bowen and Grant is actually not weak, but the physical factor becomes very important in the second half.

Anyone who knows football at the scene can see that once the physical strength cannot keep up, there will inevitably be loopholes in the defense, and failure will come.

"You can learn from Martin's fake moves."

In another round, Martin dribbled the ball and nodded toward the right center, signaling a pick-and-roll.

The moment Bowen turned his head to take a look, Martin made a pull-up three-pointer.

"The shot is so beautiful!" Only the audience at the front can notice this detail.

Others who don't see the details will just complain about the poor shot choice.

Relying on the team's tacit understanding and Martin's super personal ability, the prison guard team gradually took the lead.

However, Bowen and Grant's efforts did not lead to a huge gap.

A dead ball, finally Bowen came off the field and replaced An Ran.

When he passed by An Ran, Bowen spoke slowly: "As usual, Martin will play for two or three minutes in rotation to prevent him. He has already scored 11 points."

Bowen is far behind Martin in terms of physical strength, and too much exertion on the defensive end forced him to rest early and work harder in the second quarter.

An Ran jumped to warm up her body again.

"There are still 6 minutes left in the first quarter. I don't believe that Martin, who has played for more than ten minutes, can keep up with my speed."

An Ran, who made his debut, was not afraid, but full of fighting spirit.

"Isn't this the crazy kid? He doesn't practice dribbling anymore?"

A cook in the stands was shocked when he saw this substitution.

You should know that the time for prisoners to exercise is usually after meals. At this time, many staff and cooks have nothing to do and will choose to come to the square to take a look.

"He can play ball? Then can I also play ball?"

Then a burst of laughter erupted from the stands.

"I think my shooting is more accurate than his."

"Maybe they are hiding their strength."

"Hiding a piece of wool, I still have to practice dribbling."

However, An Ran, who walked on stage, ignored these voices.

This is the first show, we must play well, An Ran thought silently in his heart.