Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 243 Iverson's Revenge!Pampas go wild!

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"Belief is everything. I've experienced the dark side of life and I've survived. I'm going to enjoy the good side. I don't want to look back. My past has taught me a lot, and I'm not ashamed of it. It taught me that things around me can be lost in the blink of an eye. It taught me how important it is to always believe in yourself, no matter what others think of you. It's not easy to wake up from the old world. It's much easier to give up. But I will never give up!"

Allen Iverson, possibly the shortest giant on the basketball court, heard disbelief rather than encouragement when he first stepped onto the floor of an NBA arena.

After everyone looked at his figure, they told him: "Your ultimate goal is to score 10 points and 5 assists per game, because you are only 1 meters, and you will never be able to dominate here."

But this is not Iverson's goal. For the little man from the slums of Virginia, basketball is not just a means of getting rid of a class. He represents all the beliefs and values ​​​​of a devout black Catholic.

Perhaps the class of birth is not the decisive factor affecting a person's character and destiny, but for the impoverished class like Iverson, they actually have only two choices-resistance or death.

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The only thing I can rely on is my lion-like courage and invincible heart... - Iverson.

Red walked towards the short player No. 3 near the midfield like a fire, silently lowering his head...

Look, if you have one, one chance, take back everything you ever had.

In this moment, do you grab it or just let it slip?

His palms were sweating, his knees were weak, his arms were heavy...

Billups' disdainful eyes and icy face made him nervous, but on the surface he looked calm...and ready to explode.

Catch the ball, hit the ball, start...

Players running back and forth...

The referee with the whistle in front of his mouth...

And the exciting chants and boos from the audience...

It feels like it's all dreaming...

But he has been forgetting the glory he wrote in the past.

The booing and booing from all the crowd was so loud...

He opened his mouth to retort, but couldn't utter a word.

He was suffocating, and everyone was laughing at him at this moment,
The clock hands pass by, the preparation time is over, my God!

One violation!
Is this me?
Iverson?
The heinously empty eyes, and the moment he raised his head, it seemed like a golden light that almost blinded every bastard who was going to laugh at him...

"They can't break me. Unless they kill me, and if they don't kill me, they will only make me stronger!"

The ghostly figure... shuttled in front of Billups like a sharp sword, the key is that the color reflected in those eyes was actually the color from hell...

Steal the ball!

--Yeah?Is this what you say, the person who would rather exchange one for another?I don't think so!

He roared to ride the horse Nanshan...

"I'm not in awe of anyone!"

Brilliant ball handling... a dizzying streak of crotch piercings, fancy dribbles - big changes of direction, Super-Cross-over, soul crossing, ankle finishers...

The ball was like a part of his body, strolling in the garden, the players who couldn't move their eyes, were thrown behind him by him...

"Only I can stop myself!"

The breakthrough was like lightning... In the blink of an eye, he has been cruising around the Denver restricted area.

— Excuse me, where is the person guarding me?

He said provocatively, then shook his body back and forth in disdain...

After stepping sideways, he deliberately waited for the chasing person to pounce...

"I feel like even if I miss the first 20 shots, I still believe that the 21st shot will definitely go in! I just have to keep fighting."

Stable mid-range shot...He directly met Nene's arm, and at the moment the whistle sounded, like a slow-motion replay, he steadily sent the ball into the basket...

2+1!

"This is just his flashback! It won't last long! Your focus is on Yao Ming!" George Karl shouted at the side...

Yeah?He asked himself a question, looked at the scoreboard - only 5 points behind...why not 50 points?
"I want to engrave two words on my tombstone - misunderstanding...I didn't give up. I struggled through the most difficult period!"

Steals like the wind... with crazy closeness, let Billups with a very low tolerance rate turn over, and then blitz the basket again...

"I am not God, but I have a stronger will than God."

An erratic layup... At the same time that Anthony made a tactical foul, he leaned over and sent the ball to the basket with all his strength...

hit again...

2+1 again!

Too easy and leaves me feeling drained and drained!

He rushed to the sidelines, gesticulating his biceps and roaring wantonly...

"I'm-what-i-am! i-am-the-answer!"

It's raining in Denver's skies...

The blood-red moonlight reflected in the stunned Pepsi Center Arena...

"The-answer..."

Perhaps it was the last time he stepped onto the stage of fantasy, when he went to the old owner's basket again and again, and sent the ball in his hand to the basket in various ways again and again...

Yao Ming is stupid... everyone is stupid...

What should have been an extremely tragic game turned into Iverson's personal SHOW-TIME...

When the name is not obvious, the heart is immortal, and the whole situation has been reversed in an instant...

From being 5 points behind the opponent to leading by 5 points, after George Karl's timeout, he still continued unstoppable 1V5, and then a magical score was given to Dayao who was plugging in, and his World Tomahawk slash, destroying half of the entire Pepsi Center...

Extraordinary creativity, weird passing.

Ron, including Yao Ming himself, felt that being able to get a pass from the hot Iverson was like a dream!

"You know, why do I feel that the championship becomes easier? The only difference! I don't have to fight alone! But against you, I alone is enough!"

ESPN: "He's crazy...He turned into a vengeful evil god, and desperately launched revenge on his old club...Philadelphia 76ers, do you tremble when you see this scene? Memphis, have you prepared your Noah's Ark ticket in advance?"

——Does your eyes have something to say?Do you want to get to know me again?Looking secretly at you outside the field, how long do I have to wait for the cheers?Love me, why don't you cheer at my back?
Mayo, Dragic, and Ariza are all left to look up to. In front of the Rockets bench, there is already a sea of ​​madness...

He drove straight in again... The invisible murderous intent pierced the hearts of all Denver people... The surroundings are already in turmoil...

——How do I get close to you?I'm still figuring it out... what to do?How do you see?How to move... But even if you don't want to watch me play, it's your freedom, if you want to listen to music... Hip-hop... Raise your hand, don't think so much, make a fist, step a foot, start moving now...

His shooting action is not the most standard, but it definitely suits him.Fast, concise, it's part of him.Watching his footsteps and flower arrangement before breaking through, gives people an artistic enjoyment.

Start by confronting your opponent face to face.

Dribble with the left hand and slap the ball down hard. Two consecutive fast-paced dribbles make the ball change the dribble route and fly away from the left.

Control the ball with your left hand and use the spin of the ball to keep the ball in your hand temporarily.

Fake body and head to the left, so that the opponent confuses the direction of attack, causing the center of gravity to deviate to the left.

As your opponent moves to the left, flex your ankles and shift your weight quickly.

Bounce the ball from the left hand to the right, switching hands and dribbling in an instant.

Start, accelerate beyond people.

Then the opponent chased him, but when he was still moving forward due to inertia, he took a step back...

For a jump shot, use the strength of your fingers to throw it out, and the body will bounce up naturally.

Fans often say that wearing flowers and butterfly steps is Iverson's gorgeous Cross-Over!
105:85!Who would have thought that the 20-game winning streak at home would be wiped out in an instant...

"Come on! Let me hear, let me hear what you say about me!"

After many years, the most classic action is that he will listen to the cheers of the audience after scoring a goal...

First one, then two...

And then a bunch of…

The audience is crazy about it...

It is difficult for anyone to instigate the simple plateau people to join the opponent's camp and defect...

But tonight in Denver is destined to belong to Iverson...

Belonging to this elf who has returned to glory...

Hurricane, this is an Iverson-style hurricane...

Hurricane on the pampas plateau hundreds of meters above sea level...

What is the answer?

Before the end, the Denver people, who were more than 20 points behind, planned to fall at the feet of Iverson in the most decent way...

But is it enough?
For the last attack, he once again swung his weight in fours and twos, throwing Billups away in and out of no one's land. He looked at the basket above his head, and followed Martin's horrified expression and hands raised in despair, and ran towards the last piece of paradise in his eyes and heart...

Slam-Dunk!

"Iverson ran to the basket! He jumped nearly 2 meters like a superman!"

"boom!"

Two-handed ball dunk!

Rejuvenate!
Even Adelman's eyes widened like copper bells, and his open mouth could hold his fist...

"OH-MY-GODNESS!"

"Only-shit! Fuck!"

Here's the answer...

Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom...

A powerful and unconstrained career, your heart has nothing to worry about...

Through the dark years, I also felt at a loss...

The moment you lower your head, you realize the road under your feet...

The free world in my heart.So clear and lofty, the flower of life blooms and never fades...

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107 to 85, Iverson has not rested for a moment since his appearance in the second quarter and the rest of the time, wantonly swaying his unfinished youth...

With 42 points, he made the Pampas his home field...

He also overshadowed the night...

Who can stop the violent Iverson?

Backlash golden single shot?
"Yes, this is a night that belongs to me...There is still a long way to go..." At the press conference after the game, facing the long-lost superstar treatment, he still had the expression full of innocence: "I will maintain my state...until May...money? I am not short of money...my life is only short of the last honor..."

ESPN: "Is this your homecoming declaration?"

"I'm not the king, I'm just me, I'm Iverson..." His pupils reflected great pride: "I just want to say to all the guys, your enemy, I, hasn't aged... Kobe, LBJ, TD, PP... and everyone who thinks I can't be beaten, Come-baby, Let'm-go-again!" (Come on! Let's continue! The second game!)
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(End of this chapter)