How awesome Abdul-Jabbar is, I'm afraid I can't write his great achievements without a hundred thousand words.

Since entering the league in 1969, Abdul-Jabbar has won three regular-season MVPs in four years.

In his career, against Wilt? Chamberlain, Weiss? Unselde, Willis? Reed, Dave? Cowens, Bill? Wharton, Nate? Thurmond, Bob? Ranir, Moses? Malone and Robert? Parrish and many other famous players.

Most of these people are Hall of Fame superstars, but it's indisputable that none of them will end up matching Kareem Abdul-Jabbar until all of them retire.

So to speak, in Michael? Before Jordan was crowned a god, Abdul-Jabbar was a god-like being.

Therefore, Abdul-Jabbar's arrogance is indelible and deep-rooted in the bone marrow.

Arrogance means arrogance, and arrogance inevitably leads to underestimating others.

Like, Roy.

Abdul-Jabbar was dumbfounded when he saw the ball god bring Roy to him.

The successor of the new generation of football kings turned out to be an inconspicuous yellow-skinned Asian?

Can Asians play good basketball?

Are Asians capable enough?

Asians probably don't even have a problem with whether they can get into the NBA.

Can such a person become the successor of the football king? Something must have gone wrong.

Abdul-Jabbar was skeptical.

He wanted to leave in front of him, but because of the face of the ball god, he had to agree to guide Roy.

It's a guide, but it's really only three techniques.

"Shooting from close range on the spot", "defensive rebounding" and "blocking" are the basic techniques in the three basics.

Anyone who can play basketball knows that these three techniques are like the instinct to eat, drink, and sleep, and they don't need guidance at all.

In fact, Roy's first proposal was not for these three trainings.

But Old Man Abdul-Jabbar stubbornly told Roy that any training is gradual, and if you want to master the inside technique, you must first start with "shooting from close range on the spot", and if you want to learn to control rebounds, you must learn to scramble for "defensive rebounds".

He only wants to teach the three techniques of "shooting from close range on the spot", "defensive rebounding" and "blocking".

And complete it within a limited time, as soon as the time comes, I will leave, and I love to practice or not.

Abdul-Jabbar is so headstrong.

And so Roy's hard training began.

Compared to Jordan's relaxed training atmosphere of having fun and complaining from time to time, Abdul-Jabbar's training camp is a completely different scene.

Silent court, only the sound of basketball.

The solemn atmosphere makes you feel like you're in an exam room.

Old man Jabbar sat meticulously in his chair, his hands on his chest, his face expressionless.

The first practice is "shooting in place and close shooting".

With no interaction, no communication, no coaching, Abdul-Jabbar's training camp was a dull hell.

The content of his training is simply outrageous, and it can be summed up in one sentence: "quantitative change to qualitative change".

Shooting, shooting, non-stop shooting, endless shooting.

In the more than an hour since the beginning, the old man has moved a little, made a demonstration of inside shooting, and then there is no sound.

He moved a chair and sat down on his own, watching Roy shoot from afar, as silent and silent as a sculpture.

Shot after shot, boring, boring, and boring.

Roy didn't understand why Abdul-Jabbar was so cold.

The first difficulty of the current "close-range shooting on the spot" requires Roy to shoot continuously at three fixed points close to the basket, left, center, and right, and shoot 100 times at one point, and can reach a 50% shooting rate to pass.

It sounds like a simple rule, but for Roy, a newbie who has never played basketball before, it's a big problem.

Even though Roy still has the ability to "shoot at close range on the spot" at 14 points, without the correct shooting posture and shooting rhythm guidance, he can only rely on luck to blind.

Scoring goals is luck, not scoring goals is the norm.

On two consecutive attempts, Roy threw out 600 shots and shot a measly 32.5 percent and 31.9 percent from the field.

The old man looked angry, but he couldn't bear it.

He gave Roy a chance of 10 shots, and now he can't regret it.

I knew that I would be done with only five groups of chances, and according to this trend, should I enjoy a few hours of "iron-striking" performances?

At the start of the third set of shots, Roy made a hasty shot at the first point, shooting a miserable 29.5 percent from the field, worse than any previous shot.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore.

"Stop." Abdul-Jabbar got up and yelled, "Haven't you played basketball before?" Your shooting moves are just too ugly, BiAndrew? Bynum's idiot 'dumping shot' is even uglier, who is your coach? How did he teach you! ”

Abdul-Jabbar lashed out at Roy as he glanced at the ball god.

The subtext is: Where did you get such a crappy guy who deserves to be the successor of the king of the ball?

The ball god shrugged, he was helpless, wasn't this appointed by God.

Hearing this, Roy instantly blushed, and he replied hesitantly, "I...... Actually, I ......"

"I don't need to explain." Abdul-Jabbar interrupted Roy strongly, "You can't play basketball with such basic skills, I don't know why the ball god chose you, you better go back, I can't teach you." ”

What the? Roy couldn't believe his ears, the old man was going to strike?

He hesitated for a few seconds, and watched Abdul-Jabbar get up to leave, before he spoke, "Wait, Senior Abdul-Jabbar, you say so...... Isn't that arbitrary, I ...... I've only been playing basketball for a day......"

"One day?" Abdul-Jabbar turned his head to look at the eyeballs, and received a positive response.

"What a day! It's useless to give you more time, tell you, Asians can't play basketball, you better go play table tennis, that one is more suitable for you. ”

Obviously, Abdul-Jabbar didn't want to give Roy any more chances, and even the ball god frowned as soon as this ethnography came out.

The old man's words pierced Roy's chest like a sharp edge, and for a moment, his mind was in chaos, mixed with a hint of impulse.

Countless pictures flashed in front of him, mother, Cheng Zixi, Cheng Zixuan, Leng Yihan, "monkey", ...... Each of them has a persistent love for basketball, and each of them strives to be a good basketball player.

Why underestimate Asians, why deny Asian basketball.

Roy couldn't help but get angry, he clenched his fists and decided to gamble on the dignity of the Asian and compete with Abdul-Jabbar.

"Senior, you might as well do this, you show me again, and then, let's take a gamble, if I increase the shooting rate to more than 50% within 300 balls, then please take back the contemptuous remarks about Asians just now, if I can't do it, then I won't touch the basketball, how about it?"

"Oh? Are you sure? Abdul-Jabbar was attracted to the backbone of this Asian lad.

Someone dares to shout at himself, it's really unbelievable.

However, Roy's determined eyes did not mean to flinch.

"Don't you dare?"

"Okay, then I'll teach you one more time, one last time."