Chapter 293: Old man

On the New York street basketball court, two amateur teams are playing happily, and a group of men and women on the sidelines are constantly applauding.
On the side bench sat an old black man with white hair and beard wearing a gray sports coat. There is a red MP3 hanging from the old man's neck.
"Shoot, shoot! You can never score if you don't dare to shoot."
"This ball is really stinky."
"Oh, no, is this also playing basketball?"
"No wonder you can only play amateur games."
"Young man, basketball is not played like this."
...
The old man babbled endlessly, hissed and whistled from time to time, mocking the young people on the court.
In the beginning, the young people didn't care much. What can you tell an old man?
However, after a long time, some people are upset when playing basketball and losing.
"Old man, you have the ability to go!"
"I am going to go! Old man, I will teach you how to play basketball today."
The old man slowly took off the MP3 hanging from his neck, and then slowly got up. That action is just hanging.
The kind girl also made a sound.
"Old man, don't fight anymore. If it hurts, it's not good."
The old man smiled at the girl.
For a moment, the girl felt that her eyes were a bit sharp, some, um~ some reliable!
"Is he really good?"
The other young people started booing.
"Wow!"
"Old man, come on! Let them see how good you are!"
"Hey, you guys should be careful when playing. If you get hurt, you will be responsible."
"Ahahaha~~"
Several players holding their arms and smiling happily.
The old man smiled faintly and walked onto the court step by step.
The old man grabbed the basketball in one's hand and didn't serve anything, so it started straight away.
"Come on, let's fight."
...
Others are a bit letting the old man. Let the old man dribble, let the old man shoot, let the old man do anything.
The old man tried a three-pointer. The shooting posture turned out to be a two-handed throw.
bang!
A very ridiculous cricket!
"Hahahaha~"
"Old man, come on, just a little bit."
"Your shot is handsome, let's have another one!"
The audience on the sidelines laughed happily.
The lads on the court were also smiling.
After that, everyone still gave the old man many opportunities. However, the old man can't run fast, can't jump and jump, teammates can't catch the pass faster, can't make shots, and the dribble is easily copied and copied.
"Hahahaha~"
"Old man, you'd better come down, if you hurt your old arm and leg, that's not good."
"Is that what you said to teach us to play? It's a bit good."
Almost everyone laughed at the old man.
However, at this moment, the old man walked to the sidelines, grabbed the Coke in the hands of a certain beautiful woman, and took a few mouthfuls in a row.
"Uh~~~~"
This is a bit angry...
"Come again!"
The old man clapped his hands and was eager to try again.
The opponent's offense came again.
The old man worked hard to defend the guy in the red vest holding the ball.
The guy in the red vest took the ball on his back, leaned back and leaned to squeeze out some space. Then turned around and wanted to turn the old man.
But at this moment, the old man grabbed the basketball with both hands.
Wrestle!
The basketball was snatched by the old man.
Then, everyone watched the old man rush up with the ball and directly hit the opponent's basket with a light layup.
"Oh roar! Old man, not bad!"
Seeing the old man scored a goal, everyone applauded and cheered.
The old man smiled and brought high fives. "Ha ha ha, thank you for the compliment."
Soon, the old man got another chance.
He dribbled the ball from the backcourt, and in full view, he just passed the middle circle and suddenly pulled up and shot a three-pointer!
"This~ this is too (is it messy)?"
However, the audience didn't finish speaking, but the basketball rushed into the net.
"Yay!"
The old man raised his arms happily, very excited.
Everyone on the court blinked, "Is this blind?"
Before long, the old man dribbled over again.
A guy in a black vest who thought he was good defended.
"Old man, that's it!"
Who knows, at this time, the old man suddenly started dribbling under the crotch, faster and faster, very gorgeous dribbling under the crotch.
The guy in the black vest just stretched out his hand, the old man put his hand hard, and the ball bounced faster, and he drew it over.
Someone at the basket has taken a firm position.
The old man rushed over without slowing down.
The kind girl covered her eyes with her hands, and she dared not look.
However, at this time, there was a sudden cry of exclamation.
"Yay!"
"nice shot!"
"Old man, you played beautifully!"
The girl asked her companions to find out that it turned out that the old man pretended to layup, but avoided the defense and got a clever counter-basket.
"Hoo~~"
The girl stroked her chest and let out a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, on the court, the old man suddenly stole the opponent's ball and accelerated the ball forward. No one can keep up with the speed of the old man!
"What is he doing so soon?"
Under everyone's puzzled eyes, the old man announced the answer.
He threw himself into a dunk, still a big windmill dunk!
boom!
The basketball hit the basket directly!
"Wow! This old man can fly!"
"Oh Mygod! Oh Mygod! Oh Mygod!"
"Big Windmill?! This is the action of the NBA Dunk Contest!"
Among the men and women on the sidelines, some shook their heads, some opened their mouths, some kept applauding, and some rushed to the court to celebrate with the old man.
Anyway, this ball is incredible.
The game continued to play, and the old man was still struggling to confront the young man.
The old man is often just a light move, passing the defender in one step.
too fast! You can't prevent it!
The old man breaks sharply, has many offensive methods, and often has a big cap on defense.
One after another wonderful shots are played out.
There is a doubt in everyone on the sidelines:
Is this really an old man?
The amateur players on the field began to exert their full strength, but they found that they really need more dishes. It was not an old man's opponent at all.
The audience off the court slowly began to cheer for the old man.
ten minutes! No, maybe just one of the balls, the old man conquered this basketball court!
...
"Okay~EbookFREE.me~Okay, stop playing, stop playing, I'm so tired."
The old man stopped fighting suddenly.
Just sweated and stopped fighting.
Everyone hasn't enjoyed it yet.
Many people gathered around.
"Old man, uh, not right", old man, uh, not right. "
The dumb-mouthed man in the red vest was quickly pulled away.
The kind girl asked curiously, "Old man, you must have been a professional before? What is your name? You are really amazing."
The old man stood up, put on the MP3 earphones, then separated the crowd and walked out on his own.
Not far away, he stopped, took a sip of Coke, and said,
"Drew! Everyone used to call me Uncle Drew!"