The Whip of the God of Basketball

From the conversation, Leon learned that Khomeinis was one of the cheerleaders of the school basketball team at Boston University. Today she was wearing the uniform sneakers of the cheerleaders, so Leon recognized her.

Khomeinis is still an out-and-out basketball fan and a loyal fan of the Boston Celtics, which is why she gave up other more lucrative internship opportunities in the summer and went to Marshfield to work for Auerbach's training camp. Volunteers, the volunteers here are either local students or basketball enthusiasts.

"You know, who will come to give a speech at the opening ceremony tomorrow morning?" Khomeinis blinked her big playful eyes while licking the traces of ketchup left on her fingers with her mouth, and then asked mysteriously road.

Leon didn't seem to care about this, he just shook his head slightly, without saying a word, neither denying nor asking.

This made Khomeinis a little embarrassed. Few people were so indifferent to her question, and she was not only angry. She put away her exaggerated and expectant expression, and said lightly: "It's Rick Pitino, the coach of the Celtics. You know, his relationship with Red has never been very good. Many people say that he is not far from getting out." Now, come to the bishop's training camp, maybe want to delay the speed of death."

Speaking of which, Boston University has a deep relationship with Rick Pitino, where he started as an NCAA basketball coach, and from there he became a famous college basketball coach.

However, when he returned to Boston and wanted to continue to become a successful NBA coach from here, he was on the road of failure and never looked back. Auerbach may be his last straw. If the old bishop is willing to come back Back up his words.

Leon doesn't know anything about the head coach of the Celtics. The Boston Celtics have the most complicated interpersonal relationship in the league. Many Celtics fans talk about it, but Leon has no interest , he is interested in what work Auerbach will arrange for him in the afternoon.

After this lunch, Khomeinis returned to the volunteer team to continue her work. Before leaving, she left a note for Leon with a mobile phone number written on it.

Leon glanced at it and threw away the note. He had already firmly remembered her mobile phone number in his heart.

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In the afternoon, Leon found that he had nothing to do, and Auerbach stayed in the arena all afternoon discussing with Danny Ainge, as if he had returned to the 60s and planned with Bill Russell in the training hall. Celtic's future.

Leon, who had nothing to do, helped the volunteers, moving the tables, and cleaning the interior of the arena. In fact, in the afternoon, there was not much work left, and everyone started to be lazy, chatting, or Take the ball and play a couple of times under the hoop.

Maxwell had nothing to do all morning. He was a jovial guy with superb skills and a slippery personality when he was a player. Of course, he was traded away by Auerbach because of his own state and team building. The most glorious period of his career is over.

Because of this, there has been some small estrangement between the two so far. Maxwell still cares about being traded. He loves the Boston Celtics very much. Is to comment on the Celtics game.

In the afternoons, Maxwell, now in his 50s, was one of the best basketball players on the planet, playing in the chair-less half court with those equally boring volunteers. , even after 20 years, he is still invincible in such an amateur field, not to mention the honor he has won is the most valuable player in the finals.

These volunteers are not all passers-by on the basketball court. There is a black young man named Hoosian Bush who is the point guard of the high school team. He is very good at dribbling. Well, you can still score a few goals by relying on speed and long-range shots.

There was also a tall white guy named Noah Mills, about 6-foot-5, very strong, a firefighter from Marshfield, and a basketball lover on weekdays. He used to be a center for the school team. I can rely on my body and Maxwell to push it up.

What started out as a half-court scramble turned into Maxwell with a kid in 9th grade and a female volunteer who played pretty well against Bush and Mills plus another guy who was okay Three-on-three games for high school students, while others serve as spectators and cheerleaders.

Maxwell has an absolute advantage on the court. His height, previous skills and experience, and the unparalleled sense of basketball brought about by his eleven-year career, even with a female and a small child, he can still fool the other three big men. Go round and round.

Leon sat on the sidelines and watched six people run, fight, and shoot in order to throw a ball into the basket. Not only did he think of the fragments of watching the game with his mother in Boston Garden Square in his memory, but also on the court, Ten men, fighting over a brown leather ball to get it into the hoop.

Since the death of his mother, Leon has never paid attention to basketball games, and he was not a basketball fan in his previous life, but after coming here, he seems to always have something to do with this game. For example, when he was in MCI, the prison Apart from gambling, most of the inmates' biggest hobbies are big balls. That black Carlisle is a good golfer on the street. Although his body has been ruined by drug use, his skills are still outstanding.

Leon never played. He has a strong body and a keen mind. He is a good material for an athlete, but his skills cannot be accumulated for a while. Besides, this body is more used for boxing. This sport has almost nothing to do with basketball.

However, Leon, who does not play, can always guess the result of the game. He only needs to watch for a few minutes, and Leon can judge the strength of both sides. Chance.

Looking at the two sides of the unbalanced lineup, Leon has decided that the men's trio will not be the opponent of the mixed group led by Maxwell. Encouragement, while teasing the other three people.

How could the three little guys be old oily opponents? It was nothing more than being played around with their skills, and they were also abused mentally, especially the high school student who was still able to play—a fair and blond boy with a face Has revealed deep helplessness.

Obviously, he didn't want to fight anymore.

Maxwell didn't let him go. It was their turn to attack. He held the ball and dribbled it in front of the blond boy. He didn't have to stare at the floor. The ball seemed to be stuck in his hands. attitude, but he knew that it was nothing at all.

Maxwell turned his face to the basket and hit the blond boy with his broad back. The defender felt like a fly that had been swatted to the wall by a fly swatter, unable to move at all. Maxwell leaned on him for a half Turning around, he made an easy little hook to the basket and made a two-pointer.

"How about my turnaround hook? Kareem can't stop me!" Maxwell said with a laugh after scoring. Indeed, in the NBA, his half-turn hook was extremely fast, and he dared to face it. The center forward who is a head taller can shoot and score consecutive points.

The men's trio looked dejected. They played together for the first time. They had no cooperation in a loose game. There was a former NBA player on the opposite side who was completely unstoppable. Their morale was low.

At this time, Khomeinis, who had been watching the game, ran to Leon, nudged him and said, "Leon, why don't you go up and try? It looks like they need a substitution."

Khomeinis encouraged Leon to replace one of the men's trio, but Leon didn't know how to play basketball. Khomeinis looked a little disappointed when she found out. Leon was tall and fit, with long hands and a wide back. Looks like a good material for playing basketball.

At this time, it was Maxwell's turn to serve and attack again. The ball was in the hands of the female volunteer who played well. She was about to serve. The men's trio stood lazily under the basket, with two on their hips and one on their knees. , There is no fighting spirit at all, because the score on the field is already 9:1.

"Teaming! Double-teaming Maxwell!" Leon shouted suddenly from the sidelines. He really couldn't stand the dejected look of the men's trio. Although he didn't know how to play, he also learned how to To some basic rules of basketball.

Just as the so-called one word wakes up the dreamer, the men's trio are not basketball rookies. They were shocked by Maxwell's strength and lost their fighting spirit for a while. Good choice.

Bush and Mills quickly stepped forward to surround Maxwell. The blond boy went to deal with the boy in the ninth grade. The female volunteer was a little nervous and couldn't serve the ball. She made a mistake and threw the ball into the blond boy's hands. .

"Opportunity, pass in!" Leon shouted again, because he had seen Mills running to the inside, but Maxwell didn't keep up, and his legs and feet were failing.

The blond boy made a long lob, and Mills caught the ball and made an easy layup, 9:2. After six consecutive offensive failures, the men's trio finally scored.

"It's too slow..." Leon shook his head while watching their cooperation.

In Leon's eyes, the six players on the field are too slow, except for Maxwell's occasional technical moves, everything else is obvious in Leon's eyes, such as Leon's eyes and hands when he looks at the female volunteers. She can guess who she is going to pass the ball to next with her small movements.

At the same time, he also knows where the rebound will fall, and the trajectory of the basketball can be roughly summed up by observing the trajectory of the basketball a few times, so he will guide the men's trio to grab rebounds.

Maxwell was starting to feel a bit exhausted. After all, he was almost fifty years old and his most fatal weakness was physical strength and slow legs. The constant double-teaming and running of the men's trio made him no longer have the relaxed banter at the beginning.

Auerbach and Danny Angie, who were originally sitting in the stands and talking, were also attracted by this game, because they could always hear Leon's short and powerful command voice, and the effect of his command seemed to be immediate every time.

They put down the original topic of discussion and began to shift their attention to the three-on-three basketball game. Angie couldn't help asking: "Who is this guy?"

Auerbach took a sip of his cigar and smiled, "A cleaner."