Chapter 55 Helping Dad to Show Off
Chapter 55 Helping Dad to Show Off
"Brother Qiang, is this your son? That's impossible?" A 28 or 9-year-old woman wearing yoga pants and a red T-shirt on the sidelines looked incredulous.
These yoga pants are worn with the symbol rotated ninety degrees clockwise.
Fang Daqiang had a grin on his face. He and Fang Yu stood together. One could tell they were definitely father and father just by looking at their expressions, without having to look at their looks.
"This is my son Fang Yu, son, and this is our team manager, Wang Meimei. You can just call her Sister Wang."
Sister Wang...hearing this name reminds me of the hospital director being stabbed with a big iron stick.
"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that my son is already in his twenties? You just didn't believe me." Fang Daqiang shrugged, took his orange Gatorade GX bottle and squeezed some water into his mouth to rinse his mouth.
It doesn't matter how well you play the ball, you just have to have all the equipment.
Wang Meimei's face changed, and she gave Fang Yu a stiff smile: "Fang, uh... Xiaoyu, hello, I'm Wang Meimei, you should call me Sister Mei, or you can call me Michelle."
Oh, the petty bourgeoisie in the foreign enterprise circle.
Fang Yu said with a polite smile: "Okay, Sister Wang."
Fang Daqiang and his team have quite complete equipment for playing basketball. In addition to the team manager, there are also special scorers and timekeepers. The scorers are also responsible for counting the players' data.
Fang Yu glanced at the time. It was already the fourth quarter, with 5 minutes left before the end of the game.
Taking another glance at the playing time in the record book, wow, in the first three quarters, 36 minutes, Dad played a total of 27 minutes, and he was a starter.
The captain of the team came running over and said, "Brother Qiang, there are still five minutes left. The situation is a bit tense now. Do you want to go on the court and give some guidance?"
Fang Daqiang quickly put down his water cup when he heard it: "Don't worry, Captain, leave the ball to me. We must win today! If we win, we will follow the old rules."
The captain of the team smiled brightly when he heard this: "Substitution, substitution, our team will make a substitution, so-and-so, No. 18 will be replaced by No. 23. At the last moment, we have to use our trump card."
Fang Yu glanced at the scoreboard, 65-66. With his father not being around for a while, the score was almost tied.
The team captain looked to be in his early thirties and was not shorter than Fang Yu. After calling for a timeout and making substitutions, he did not make any tactical arrangements. Instead, he ran to the other side and whispered something to the opposing captain.
Not long after, the team captain ran back, and the timeout was over, and both sides returned to the court.
"Brother, do you want to play for a few minutes?" The team captain handed Fang Yu a soft big Zhou and took one for himself. Fang Yu took it and saw that it was still in the 3s.
"Come, there's a light. By the way, your dad is here, is everything okay?" The team captain lit the lighter and handed it to Fang Yu's mouth.
"Brother, you call my dad Brother Qiang and call me brother. Isn't that inappropriate?" Fang Yu didn't hesitate and took two puffs of the captain's lighter.
"To each his own." The captain chuckled, "But I really didn't expect that Brother Qiang looked so young. I thought he was only two or three years older than me. My daughter is only three years old this year and has just started kindergarten. Are you in college now?"
Fang Yu smiled and said, "Sophomore."
The captain clicked his tongue for a long time, his eyes fixed on the situation on the field while chatting with Fang Yu.
After all, Fang Daqiang had already played for half an hour, and he was already 44 years old, so his physical functions had declined. After just two minutes of playing again, he was too tired to run.
After the game was restarted, the other team immediately relaxed their defense on Fang Daqiang, and the defense was basically just a show. When Fang Daqiang shot, the other team would just symbolically raise their hands to block the shot, without even jumping.
As long as Fang Daqiang is in an open position, the players on their team will definitely pass the ball to Fang Daqiang.
But Fang Daqiang's skills were average, and after playing for more than 1 minutes, his physical strength could not keep up, and his movements were out of shape. Even if the opponent let up, their team still couldn't catch up with the point.
Time passed by minute by minute, and there were only 25 seconds left before the end of the game. The score was 70-71, and the team captain quickly called the last timeout.
"Uh...Brother Qiang..." The captain looked at Fang Daqiang and seemed hesitant to speak, but then he saw the large and small bags in the camping car next to Wang Meimei, and his expression immediately became firm.
"Brother Qiang, the last shot must be given to you. No, no, no, don't refuse. You are our spiritual leader. At this critical moment, we must rely on Brother Qiang's shot to decide the outcome."
"Brother Qiang, it's okay. No. 10 and No. 45 will pick and roll for you. You are responsible for running into open space and making mid-range shots under the basket."
"As long as there's an open spot, No. 8 and No. 32 will definitely pass the ball to you, and then you can do a layup and fight back. Brother Qiang, what do you think?"
Fang Daqiang's blood boiled, this is my battle with Sanwang! I am Sakuragi!
It's a pity that I'm too old to do it. If I were a dozen years younger, I would have dyed my hair red. Fang Daqiang said seriously, "Leave the last pitch to me, don't worry, I will definitely lead our team to defeat Sanwang, uh, no, defeat the opponent!"
Fang Yu saw that several team members behind Fang Daqiang all turned their heads away, probably because they were afraid that they could not control their distorted expressions.
"Son, cheer for Dad!" Fang Daqiang shouted loudly to Fang Yu. Fang Yu hugged his father and patted his father's back with his hands.
Fang Daqiang went on the court with great enthusiasm. For the last ball, the opponent's defense was still quite good. Fang Daqiang ran to several positions in a row but couldn't find an open space.
The captain winked at the captain of the opposing team, but the captain pretended not to see it.
"Fuck! You take the money but don't do the job!"
The team captain's face turned dark, but seeing that Fang Daqiang couldn't get out of the open space and there were only six or seven seconds left, he had no choice but to close his eyes and make a gesture to No. 32 who was holding the ball.
Just pass it, and forget it if you can’t make it.
No. 32 was helpless. Seeing the wide open space for No. 8, he did not pass the ball and passed it to Fang Daqiang who was being closely guarded by No. 3 on the opposite side.
Fang Daqiang dribbled the ball twice but failed to break through, and raised his eyebrows.
Strong shot!
Fang Daqiang held the ball in his right hand, supported the ball with his left hand, and jumped high.
The No. 3 player on the opposite side was not panicked at all. He jumped up with Fang Daqiang and was about to block the shot, but suddenly he felt someone hit his hand.
Fang Daqiang seized the opportunity, leaned back, and gently pushed the basketball with his wrist, and it went straight to the basket.
It's a fadeaway jump shot.
As soon as the ball was shot, the team captain knew there was no hope.
The arc is too high.
Fang Daqiang was still afraid of being blocked, so his arc shot was a bit high. I estimated that after the ball hit the backboard, it would at most touch the rim and basically would not go in.
See if anyone can tip the ball in.
Fang Daqiang looked at the basketball flying towards the basket with hope. If this were in a cartoon, this action could last for an entire episode.
"Bang, bang!" The basketball hit the backboard and, as expected, hit the basket.
Just when No. 10 and No. 45 were about to grab the rebound, they saw the ball bounce back into the basket as if it was flicked by a hand.
"brush!"
The ball went in...
Fang Daqiang raised his arms high, roared, and tore his jersey twice. Damn, the quality was too good and it didn't tear. So he simply took off his jersey and walked around the court shirtless to celebrate.
"We won! We won!" The captain of their team was so happy that he ran over and threw flattery like it was free.
"I said, at the critical moment, we still have to rely on Brother Qiang!"
"Brother Qiang's Dinghai Shenzhen!"
"This shot has some Jordan and Kobe-like touches, that fadeaway, wow."
"What do you mean by a few points? That's Jordan!"
Fang Daqiang was full of pride and waved his hand: "Captain, we won today, we have to celebrate no matter what. Fourth Brother will have a barbecue, and we have to drink well today! Let's go to Guangduhui for the second game! No one is allowed to be absent!"
The captain was overjoyed when he heard this. As expected, the last vote given to Brother Qiang was the right one. The usual blue waterfront was instantly upgraded to Guangduhui.
Then look at the jersey he is wearing, the sneakers on his feet, the boxes of sports drinks, and the usual barbecue and beer, these are all the result of Brother Qiang being happy!
There is no shame in licking the sponsor.
Chapter 53 was reviewed and revised at around 8 o'clock this morning, so you know why it was posted at o'clock. Please vote for the monthly ticket! Recommendation ticket! Collection! Follow-up reading! Book list!
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