bayedsolid Chapter 715 Everyone says I'm the biggest Wang fanboy, but compared to Coach Zhang, I'm no
Chapter 715 Everyone says I'm the biggest Wang fanboy, but compared to Coach Zhang, I'm no
8 month 10 day.
Saturday.
4 pm.
Ticket checks and entry began at the Belsey Stadium.
Yang Mi had red flags painted on her face and even her hair was dyed red.
"Aren't you going to tell me where you went last night?"
They were in line, with Yang Mi and her three companions in the middle. It looked like it would be a while before it was their turn.
So Yang Mi turned to Tang Yan behind her and asked.
"Didn't I tell you? A friend from Paris contacted me, and I went to meet him." Tang Yan's face was slightly flushed, but it wasn't very noticeable because she was wearing sunglasses.
"Friend?" Liu Shishi stretched her head out and sniffed Tang Yan. "You smell like a man. Is he your boyfriend?"
"Don't talk nonsense, she's a woman," Tang Yan immediately retorted.
"Why are you so nervous? Look, your neck is all red, haha." Liu Yifei, who was standing at the very back, laughed.
"Stop fooling around, it's our turn," Yang Mi said.
……
Inside the Belsey Stadium, on the second floor, there is a VIP room.
Yao Ming and Xu Jicheng carried the table and placed it in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, then brought the sofa over.
After doing all this, Yao Mingcai turned around and respectfully said, "Esteemed teachers and seniors, please sit here."
In front of Yao Ming, there were six or seven elderly people, some sitting and some standing. At the very front was Jiang Xingquan, a figure considered the godfather of Chinese basketball.
Behind him were Chen Daohong, Ma Qingsheng, and others.
These people were specially brought over from China by Xu Jicheng using Wang Xiucheng's plane. Except for the 100-year-old who was really unable to travel, almost all of them came.
Several elderly men, either alone or supported by their families, sat in front of the glass seats that offered a direct view of the stadium.
"Chairman Yao, tell me the truth, can we win today?" Jiang Xingquan suddenly turned his head and asked.
At this moment, everyone in the room looked at Yao Ming, waiting for his answer.
“I don’t know,” Yao Ming said honestly, “but I asked Wang Xiucheng the same question before he left today.”
Seeing Yao Ming stop, Jiang Xingquan was so angry he almost threw the water bottle on the table at him. "You brat, hurry up and tell me!"
Yao Ming laughed and said, "Xiao Wang said he's going to prepare a lot of bananas today; he's planning to go all out."
Let's go all out?
Although Yao Ming still didn't give them the answer they wanted to hear, Wang Xiucheng's statement about "going all out" clearly indicated that there was hope.
Inside the venue, in the CCTV live broadcast booth, Zhang Weiping was sitting in the broadcast room, commentating on the match with Yu Jia and Yang Yi.
"The young men from China have already started warming up. As always, Wang Xiucheng casually made a three-pointer. I counted roughly, he's made one out of seven attempts."
Zhang Weiping had been talking non-stop since the start of the live stream, which made Yu Jia and Yang Yi afraid to interrupt.
After all, Zhang Weiping is a member of the Chinese Basketball Hall of Fame, and he should be sitting in the VIP room on the second floor with Jiang Xingquan and the others.
"After seeing how many shots Xiao Wang missed, I feel relieved," Zhang Weiping said.
Yang Yi finally couldn't hold back and asked, "What do you mean by that, Coach Zhang?"
"Think about it, in all of Xiao Wang's previous matches, his shooting percentage wasn't high during warm-ups, was it?" Zhang Weiping patiently explained.
Yang Yi and Yu Jia exchanged a glance. They hadn't noticed this before. It seemed that Wang Xiucheng's shooting percentage wasn't very high during warm-ups for each game.
"Let me explain," Zhang Weiping said patiently. "Every court is different. The floor, the rim, the backboard, the basketball—some experienced players adapt to the court in their own way."
"For example, Curry can tell which part of the floor is uneven just by dribbling the ball."
"Wang Xiucheng uses his own method, namely shooting, to find the problem of the basket and backboard."
“You see, Wang Xiucheng seems to miss every shot, but he already knows where the ball will bounce when it hits the left side of the rim, and where it will bounce when it hits the right side of the rim. He had already mastered all of that during his warm-up.”
"Otherwise, why would Wang Xiucheng have so many deductions?"
Why is Wang Xiucheng always able to predict the basketball's position after it bounces off the ground?
"It's because Wang Xiucheng already knows where the ball will bounce, so he can jump a beat earlier than everyone else."
"Don't assume that just because Wang Xiucheng is more talented than others, he doesn't need to work hard."
"The effort he put in behind the scenes is beyond our imagination."
Yang Yi was dumbfounded. Looking at Zhang Weiping's serious face, he almost knelt down!
It's all your fault, Coach Zhang!
The whole of China says that I, Yang Yi, am the biggest Wang fanboy, but today I realize that compared to you, I am nothing!
You're the biggest Wang fanboy!
With a loud thud, Wang Xiucheng once again missed his shot, hitting the right side of the rim.
Sullivan grabbed the basketball and tried to throw it back to Wang Xiucheng, but Wang Xiucheng turned around and walked back to the bench.
Ben Sullivan shook his head. Wang Xiucheng's shooting touch seemed off today; he only made 3 out of 12 three-point attempts.
A 25% three-point shooting percentage in warm-up games? Who would believe that?
Swish!
A basketball went through the net, and Ben Sullivan caught it with his other hand and looked over.
Zeng Fanbo's hand was still not withdrawn.
Sullivan immediately threw the ball back to Zeng Fanbo.
Swish!
Enter again!
Ben Sullivan's eyes lit up; this kid's got a good touch today.
Sullivan threw another ball to Zeng Fanbo.
Zeng Fanbo received the ball with his racket, moved to the side, and then shot.
Swish!
Go in again!
Ben Sullivan couldn't help but shout, "Great! Again!"
Wang Xiucheng stood on the bench, took a drink from the uniform staff, took a sip, and then looked towards the field.
Today is the bronze medal match between China and France.
So, almost half of the fans in this match were from France.
But there were still many Chinese fans in the stadium waving Chinese national flags and wearing red jerseys.
Although they were scattered, their unified singing resounded throughout the venue.
They are singing "Conquer" right now!
"Wang Xiucheng..."
A somewhat shrill voice shouted something.
Wang Xiucheng looked over and saw Fan Chengcheng.
Today, he and Fan Bing sat in Yao Ming's seat.
Wang Xiucheng ignored the guy and looked around again.
Many Chinese celebrities came today, especially the Running Man cast who have a very good relationship with Wang Xiucheng; almost the entire cast was there.
Of course, the sisters who were closer to Wang Xiucheng were also present.
Wang Xiucheng looked into a corner, and although it was dark, he still saw the great Tang poet sitting there.
Just as I was about to greet my close friends, the referee blew his whistle.
This means the match is about to begin, and both sides need to return to their benches for final preparations.
Guo Shiqiang and his coaching staff stood in front of the barriers. After everyone was ready, he said, "This is the last competition. Let's give it our all and leave no regrets. If we win, we can take the bronze medal home."
"Even if we lose, we can leave with our heads held high."
"Don't feel pressured, just show your strength and play to your strengths. The whole of China is behind us. Tonight, we fight for the fans of China!"