Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 686 686 482 The Chosen One Battles Nikes

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Yu Fei’s step back didn’t work, so he pulled the ball back with a behind-the-back move, changed direction, perford a quick stop to the left, and pretended to gather the ball.

A feint?

Jas’s prediction was correct, and it was precisely this judgnt that caused him to let his guard down, expecting a sudden attack from Yu Fei.

Victory or defeat in one-on-one confrontations on the court can sotis hinge on such split-second decisions.

Jas now has experience, skill, strength, and an inexhaustible talent, but he doesn’t have the power of foresight, especially when facing an attacker with an almost unlimited arsenal. He can defend against two or three moves, but it’s impossible to ward off every single one.

In a flash, Yu Fei flipped his hand, stepped back, and opened up a considerable gap from Jas, releasing a quick pull-up jumper.

It was a three-pointer!

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“Swish!!!”

Yu Fei sneered, “Is that considered defense? Your defense is as bad as ever!”

As Yu Fei’s shot went in, the CEO of Reebok, Paul Arrington, stood up like a man possessed, going wild.

“That’s how you beat him!” Arrington shouted fervently, “That softie can’t guard you!”

Just as the Lakers fans in the venue were filled with the frustrating thought, “Damn it, can’t he be stopped?” sothing even more disheartening happened.

Little O was originally going to fall back on defense.

But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Artest listlessly readying to pass the ball to Jas.

He knew this bastard too well.

He must be bored, playing Power Forward is so aningless, Staples Center’s spotlight is completely stolen by Kobe and Shaq, and no one cares about his performance…

Artest’s low morale resulted in predictable passes.

Little O pretended to fall back but actually edged closer to Jas’s position.

As soon as Artest made the pass, Little O imdiately intercepted the ball and threw it out towards the periter, “Big Fei!”

Yu Fei was already on his way back to defense.

Suddenly, he heard soone calling from the front court, turned his head, and to his surprise, Little O had inexplicably snatched the ball.

And then, the ball flew into his hands.

Everyone watched him.

But Yu Fei glanced at his feet; he was two ters away from the three-point arc at the top of the key. Logically, with a fresh 24-second offensive play, one should be patient.

However, he had a bold idea.

Because of his supre status within the team, whenever he had an idea, he could execute it. So, just as Little O, who had passed the ball to Yu Fei, was thinking of scoring again, he saw his dear Big Fei lifting the ball to shoot.

“NONONONONO!!!” Little O cried out, “Don’t do it, Big Fei!”

It was already too late.

Yu Fei jumped with the ball held high, releasing an incredibly long-range three-pointer from almost ten ters out.

George Karl held his head in his hands; this sort of thing was common in Yu Fei’s early years with the Bucks.

But in recent years, Yu Fei’s style of play had matured, and he rarely resorted to such “fun” antics anymore.

In the noisy Staples Center, tens of thousands of spectators cursed at Yu Fei; they despised him.

And those who liked Yu Fei trembled.

Only until that illogical, counterintuitive, and unsuitable for normal basketball play, the ultra-long three-pointer banked in, did Yu Fei’s supporters unleash a wave of noise comparable to that of his haters.

“This is Frye!” ESPN’s Jeff Van Gundy exclaid, “You can always expect him to deliver a stunning performance, and he’s done it again tonight!”

All of a sudden, the score was 2 to 8.

The ho-playing Lakers got hit by two consecutive three-pointers from Yu Fei within ten seconds, falling behind by six points.

Phil Jackson, known for disliking calling tiouts, called for a break in the ga.

The big screen in the venue started replaying Yu Fei’s recent shot.

It was the perfect advertisent for a Reebok product.

Yu Fei was wearing a pair of red and black The Chosen One 9s on his feet; when he jumped, those beautiful sneakers were so visible it seed as if they had imbued the shot with so power.

Paul Arrington could almost imagine millions of viewers in front of their TVs, seeing Yu Fei’s sneakers and thinking.

I may not beco Frye, but I can have his shoes. When I wear these sneakers, I own a part of Frye.

This is the logic behind an athlete endorsing a product; basically, you need to give custors the ability to empathize, like opium that stimulates your desires, the best opium is the one that does just that.

This is why big n don’t sell shoes.

Because it’s hard for people to empathize with them while putting on their shoes.

“That was a good shot just now, but your choice was poor!” Roy said to Yu Fei during the tiout, “We could have organized the offense better!”

Yu Fei couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “Even making the shot I get a lecture?”

“It’s like O.J.’s case!” Roy said, “If the process isn’t just, the outco can’t be just!”

“Alright then, let ask you, do you think O.J. did it?”

“Absolutely, 100% did it.”

“You dare say that? I’m going to expel you from the African-Arican community on behalf of all African-Aricans!”

“Listen to !”

Karl interrupted them.

“I think they’re going to take Ron Artest out.” Karl said, “Luke Walton is probably coming in.”

The Supersonics’ plan for Walton’s substitution was to have Durant play the four position, exploiting the matchup advantage.

But Little O started off in good form tonight, and Karl wasn’t planning on making changes chanically; he is the kind of coach who keeps players on the court as long as they are performing well.

“Jermaine, if Walton runs to the periter, don’t follow him out,” Karl said, “Let Kwa go out, and you stay under the basket!”

There wasn’t much else to arrange.

The ga had barely been going for two minutes, and both sides were still sowhat flustered.

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