Reborn NBA's Strongest Talent

Chapter 37 37. Richard's Second Position
"Okay!" Richard agreed.

"Okay? Do you count what you say? Jason, can't you even control your own people!" Haddadi pointed with disdain on his face.

"What he said is what I said!" Sneijder stood up and stood in front of Richard.

"Okay, come on!" Haddadi shook his head and led the younger brothers past Sneijder, deliberately bumping Sneijder with his shoulder.

Seeing that Sneijder did not fight back, he said to the center behind him disgruntledly: "Simon, perform well in a while, and take more hats."

The thick and tall man laughed in a rough to hoarse voice, which was extremely harsh.

As soon as they entered the field, they cleared away all the players who were playing, grabbed a basketball and started warming up.

The big man named Simon also jumped and dunked on the spot, causing a commotion.

"Brother Richard, I'm sorry I dragged you into the water. They are from another community, and they like to come here to provoke." Sneijder consciously put Richard in the position of big brother.

In the basketball world, strength is also king. Like the NBA, where the threshold cannot even be touched, one can only look up.

Richard waved his hand.

This matter really had nothing to do with Sneijder. It was only Haddadi who satirized his yellow skin. Even though Richard was not from China in this life, yellow skin has always been a belief in his heart.

"But brother Richard, there is still one thing to discuss." Ned rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

"Ok?"

"You can see that the opponent's center is tall and strong, but we are all outside players..." Sneijder pointed to the red-haired Jim beside him.

"You want me to call inside?" Richard's eyes widened.

Sneijder quickly waved his hand, "Of course you are also an outside player, brother, but you are also the tallest among us, we must not give up the inside."

Sneijder is around 185, Jim is shorter and only less than 180, and Richard, who is 198 tall, is more like a center among the three.

Seeing that Richard was still hesitant, Sneijder shut his mouth wisely.

Jim picked up the conversation again, "Brother Li... Chad, the three of us are on the outside, that is, please go to the middle to limit the opponent. The style of play is still the way you are used to, and I will try my best to double-team."

Richard frowned slightly. Jim's words were a bit provocative.

This game was originally agreed to by myself, so it is not right to retreat at this time. Although there will not be too much inside defense, there are inside footsteps and post-up singles ability.

Although this is also lost.

"I'm here to play inside, no problem." Richard patted his chest.

As a shooting guard, Richard's second position is not point guard or small forward, but... center.

The three of them walked into the stadium, and the other side was getting impatient, "Jason, if you want to discuss escaping, don't come in, just lend me your stadium for a year or two."

Ned let out a heavy snort in his nasal cavity, and ignored Haddadi.

"Look at you guys. I'll give you a chance. You can start the game if you make a three-pointer." Haddadi couldn't do one psychological blow, so he made another one.

Such an opportunity is of course very good, but it is a trap for Sneijder.

Sneijder's three-point ability is already considered good among street players, but his true shooting percentage will be [-]%, and this is still the case without defense.

At this time, there is an additional pressure to be able to serve first, and the hit rate will drop significantly.

On the contrary, he lost the initiative because of this.

But if you don't agree, you will be even more disadvantaged in terms of momentum, and it will be even more disadvantageous in the game.

It has to be said that Haddadi's conspiracy was used very well.

But this time it was in the wrong place.

Sneijder received the ball without saying a word, Richard walked slowly to the sidelines to put down his sports bag, and took out the ball he brought, "That ball is not good, can I change it?"

Even if you don't feel what Richard's basketball looks like at close range, you can see the logo that occupies nearly one-third of the surface of the basketball.

Spalding.

This trademark alone can make Haddadi tick-tock-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.

Although Ned Jim had seen them all, he still showed envious eyes.

"What kind of ball is that?" Haddadi swallowed, and took his eyes off the basketball with difficulty.

"Basketball." Richard replied jokingly, "But it's better than the ones you've used."

Haddadi didn't seem to understand the sarcasm in Richard's words, and his eyes fell on the basketball again.

"How about a bet? Jason!"

"Hadadi, don't push yourself! That's my big brother's ball, don't even try to get your hands on it!" Sneijder refused immediately without even listening to it. With Haddadi's naked eyes, everyone knew what he was thinking.

brother?Haddadi was obviously taken aback. There are still people in this community who can be called big brother by Sneijder. I'm afraid I heard it wrong.

"If you want a good shot, you have to be able to match it." Richard patted the ball twice and weighed it slightly.

The crisp sound sounds better than those garbage basketballs.

Haddadi glared at Richard viciously, "You will know immediately if you can match, just wait and eat shit!"

Richard smiled faintly, and took the ball to the three-point line, "Can I shoot?"

Seeing that the tall and thin bamboo pole who was going to play the center actually came to shoot a three-pointer, Haddadi's viciousness turned into a mocking in an instant, "You said you were going to shoot a three-pointer? Hahahaha..."

The other gangsters also laughed together.

Sneijder, who has the highest three-point grasp, dare not answer easily. You, a center, ran over to shoot a three-pointer.

"Jason, does his vote count?" Facing Richard who didn't know the details, Haddadi was more willing to let Sneijder vote, which was safer.

"Forget it! Why, are you afraid?" Sneijder, of course, had nothing to fear, and joined the army.

"Hmph, that's fine, don't be fooled after casting." Haddadi winked at his subordinates after finishing speaking.

The gangsters understood that this was because the boss asked everyone to make noise when the opponent was shooting to cause an impact.

"Throw..." Just as Haddadi said this word, Richard had already thrown the basketball in his hand.

"...well." After Haddadi finished speaking, the basketball had already fallen into the basket.

The punks opened their mouths in frustration, before they could make a sound that would affect each other.

Haddadi was a little annoyed. Before he could finish his sentence, he was hit by Richard and scored a three-pointer. What luck!
Sneijder and Jim secretly wiped their sweat. They were not worried about Richard's three-pointer, but they shot it without dribbling the ball once.

It's not that I don't believe it, it's just in case, in case, don't you think so?

Secretly frightened is secretly frightened. At this time, beating the dog in the water must keep up. "I don't know if anyone is going to play tricks. If not, I'm going to kick off."

As soon as these words came out, Haddadi couldn't play tricks anymore, so he could only slam the words, "So what if I let you drive first."

Under Haddadi's gesture, only Simon and another person remained among the people he brought.

Among the Haddadi three, Simon is the biggest, tall and strong, obviously a center forward. Haddadi and the other one are both about 1 meters in size, not much different in size, slightly shorter than Sneijder, slightly taller than Jim, and not as physically strong as Sneijder.

No wonder it is necessary to look for a taller and stronger inside line. From the perspective of static talent, Haddadi is inferior to Sneijder.

But with a teammate like Simon at this time, Haddadi's arrogance is justified. After all, height and strength more often determine the direction of the victory balance.

The duel begins.

Jim served and passed to Sneijder, Haddadi stepped forward to defend.

In three-on-three streetball, the offensive player cannot enter the three-point line before serving, and the defense cannot step out of the three-point line.

If you don't want to play directly by yourself, you should control the ball at this time and wait for the players to move.

In the past, Sneijder had forced a breakthrough, but today, the first goal must be for Richard to attack, even if he does not have much confidence in the interior, he must do so.

If you really can't hit the inside and back up, you can also score points with a step-back jumper facing the basket.

At this time, Richard had already stood at the first point on the sideline of the paint area, and he stood in position to ask for the ball.

Although street ball does not have rules such as three seconds of offense and three seconds of defense, Richard still habitually does not enter the paint area, and the position he chooses to stand is the best offensive position for a technical center.

In this position, you can turn over and shoot a jumper, you can hook your hand, you can turn around for a layup, and you can force a push. There is plenty of room for offense.

The opponent Simon is also a person who understands the ball. Richard Deka's position is very conducive to attacking, so Simon must destroy this position.

Simon pushed forward from behind Richard, and the sudden force pushed Richard staggeringly, and he was pushed by Simon to take two steps, and lost his position in an instant.

"Hmph!" Simon snorted coldly, with absolute confidence in his own strength, "Want to enter the restricted area? There are no doors."

Sneijder almost passed the ball over, but now he can only stabilize again and continue to walk outside the three-point line.

Haddadi smirked, "Why don't you attack? Jason, have you regressed in your skills or your courage? Come on! Aren't you always confident in your ball control? Why can't you even control the ball?"

Sneijder is not in a hurry. There is no 24-second limit for streetball, and there is no time limit for the current confrontation, so it doesn't matter if you keep the ball all the time. It's just that the scene is not good enough to be artistic.

Like now.

The gangsters brought by Haddadi have already started to boo, and some bad words burst out of their mouths.

But this is at home, these voices are too small to pretend not to hear.

He said too much and the brothers off the court pressed the opponent to shut up, so Sneijder had a good time and waited for Richard to ask for the ball again.

Richard stabilized his figure, looked at the position where he was squeezed out, and felt a little angry inside.

Bai Chang is so fat on you, young man, you know nothing about strength!
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