Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 224 - 224 - 145 I Don’t Shake Hands with the Dying4

Chapter 224 – 145 I Don’t Shake Hands with the Dying_4

“Hey, mutt, shake hands,” it seed no one had told Cassell that when he smiled, it was the mont his face, outstanding in its ugliness, was most thoroughly exposed.

“I’m gonna kick your ass so hard tonight!”

Yu Fei glanced at Cassell, then turned his gaze back to Jordan, “I don’t shake hands with the dead.”

“Of course,” Yu Fei said with a sarcastic smile, “nor with the dying.”

“What did you say?”

Cassell was already bristling with anger.

Though bald like Jordan, making it look like there wasn’t much hair to bristle, Yu Fei had indeed maxed out the tension between the two sides even before the ga had started.

After the pre-ga ritual had ended, Yu Fei couldn’t wait to run into the court.

As he approached Jordan, ABC’s comntator Brad Nessler was surprised to discover: “Frye’s starting position tonight is… shooting guard?!”

Nessler’s partner, who was also an ESPN contracted writer, Bill Walton, laughed, “Wow, this is like the needle against the wheat, not since Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier have we seen such a contentious duel!”

New viewers were still perplexed by Walton’s exaggerated taphor, while old viewers were already accustod to Walton’s hyperbole.

“How many tis did you stop during practice?” Jordan scoffed as the jump ball approached.

“What’s the use of playing well in practice for soone with a shooting percentage of only 40%?” Yu Fei retorted sarcastically.

The referee then threw the ball into the air.

Starting center Dan Gadzuric of the Bucks wasn’t good at much, but one thing universally acknowledged was his leaping ability.

“Bang!”

That was also why he often won jump balls.

Sprewell, who had temporarily shifted to the small forward position tonight, received the ball and passed it to Yu Fei imdiately.

Yu Fei sped up with the ball, and Jordan, who had wanted to block him, was directly pushed aside, leaving the periter unguarded.

Yu Fei charged into the basket area; Cassell, harboring resentnt, wanted to draw an offensive foul, but he was too slow and couldn’t get his footing in ti.

A mont’s hesitation could lead to irreversible and dire consequences.

Yu Fei soared in the paint like a predatory bird, slamming into Cassell as if crashing through a wall of paper, knocking Cassell out of bounds, his right hand drawing a terrifying arc with the ball. Washingtonians familiar with the scene wouldn’t find it strange; the dramatic tomahawk dunk was Yu Fei’s signature move.

BOOM!!!!!

The reaper’s scythe swung down violently, claiming the destined two points.

“Whistle!!!”

Cassell, who failed to draw the offensive foul, was instead called for a defensive foul, and not only was Yu Fei’s dunk valid, but he also had a bonus free throw.

“That’s definitely a foul, the Chinese guy charged with the ball!” Cassell roared from his seat on the floor.

“Shut up, you freak,” Yu Fei mocked, “Do you think you haven’t lost enough face this turn?”

Cassell was burning with rage, wanting to do sothing but was held back by his teammates.

Although Yu Fei had infuriated Cassell, the man he really ant to target was soone else. Walking to the free-throw line, he glanced at Jordan.

He was going to play the ga with a sense of enjoynt.

He hoped that by the end of the ga, Jordan would enjoy it as much as he did.

To enjoy the fun of the ga, isn’t that the noblest form of sportsmanship?

Thinking of this, The Chosen One couldn’t help but feel pride in himself.

“Swish!”

Good, the free throw was in too.

But this was far from enough.

(2) Roger Clens was an MLB star pitcher, what he did to Boston I won’t say, just to give you an idea, Bostonians hated him just as much as Liaoning fans, Xinjiang fans, and once Guangdong fans hated Zhou Qi. Those who know, know; those who don’t, here’s another example, like little Knight fans hate Scout. Still don’t get it? OK, last example: like Cavaliers fans who watched Jas’ “The Decision” live and Thunder fans seeing Durant taking the hardest road.