"Do you have any other demands?"

Xie Hou wanted to give Bird a one-on-one invitation, because the other party's pretentious behavior had seriously affected his enthusiasm and passion for training, so he needed to give this disrespectful guy a shocking education.

When the words came to his mouth, he didn't say it.

King Arthur remembered their single-handed fight not long ago, with 11 goals deciding. He fought with Bird, who claimed to have not played for several years, and the opponent lost 9-11.

A rising star can only score a three-point advantage against an old man who is not good at his back? It's such a shame.

Bird is the kind of person who plays with him. If he doesn't finish the game, he will be angry with his trash words. If he doesn't win much, he will be embarrassed.

Because he is old, no matter how he loses, he can calmly accept failure by using a reason such as "after all, he won't play for decades."

What about thanks? What if he loses?

Like that one-on-one story about Jordan and Blair.

Blair wins can tell the kid that he beats Michael Jordan, and Jordan's kids only ask who Blair is.

Bird's fame is naturally far from comparable to Blair, but it has the same significance as his one-on-one battle with Jordan and Blair.

If he beat Xie Hou by stepping on bird shit, he could tell his grandson that he could beat King Arthur who was in his year of playing for decades, and your Bird Master is still your Bird Master.

Can Xie Hou go back to tell his younger brother and sister brag after beating Bird, who is nearly 50 years old?

Obviously not.

So Xie Hou called Bird and didn't know how to get back his face.

"If you are not convinced, I can practice shooting with you." Bird saw Xie Hou fall into unspeakable silence and took the initiative to speak out to help him.

Xie Hou temporarily put aside the idea of ​​"I want to fight you one-on-one". Since it's just practicing shooting, it doesn't matter.

"Practice...just practice." Xie Hou said.

If Bird proposes to shoot, he will refuse decisively.

The two of them started to practice shooting, basically you and I were one goal.

Bird's shots were perfect, but Xie Hou was unstable. He could make continuous shots or fail to make continuous shots.

"Your shooting hand looks good." Bird means that Xie Hou's shooting shouldn't be so unstable.

"Do you think having a pair of giant hands can only bring convenience?" Xie Hou was able to make so many incredible moves on the court because he had a pair of giant hands that grabbed basketball like eggs.

It's Bird's turn to pitch.

Bird didn't jump at all. He just relied on the strength of his hands and the muscle memory he had developed over the years to throw it out lightly, and another silent hollow fell into the bag.

"So he is not stable?" Bird teased, "A good reason. When Ate got into trouble last time, he also said that he had an anxious heart, so he caused trouble outside."

This is one thing? No matter how much Xie Hou's hand affects his shooting, he will not be unable to play like Artest.

It was Xie Hou's turn to shoot again.

Judging from Bird's position, Xie Hou's hands are indeed very big, completely covering the basketball.

Xie Hou has a few good habits. His posture is stable. Whether it is competition or training, energy or exhaustion, his technical movements will not deform.

This is supported by core forces and basic guarantees laid over the years.

Europe is indeed a magical place. The weak league has prevented Xie Hou from correcting some minor problems in time. But to put it another way, if he was selected in 1999 and logged into NBA, what would it be like today?

Bird didn't know, but he was sure.

During the three years he coached, he would definitely hone Xie Hou's shots.

Xie Hou made another move and scored, but it was not the kind of comfortable goal.

The ball jumped on the basket a few times before getting in.

Xie Hou saw Mona Lisa's smile on Bird's face, and Xie Hou's shot seemed to have become his source of happiness.

"I don't like your expression." Xie Hou said.

"You seem to know where the problem is, I'm relieved."

"question?"

“What’s the problem?”

Xie Houlian asked.

"How did we lose last night?" Bird asked.

Xie Hou did not accuse his teammate of his misperforming performance. He passed the ball to Bird and said: "If I could last for more than 40 minutes, the situation would be very different."

"Then the question is, why can't you hold on for 40 minutes?"

Bird's question made Xie Hou's head messed up.

It was as if he said he was not full today, Bird asked him why he was not full; he replied that he only ate one and a half bowls today, but Bird seemed to be unable to hear his explanation and asked repeatedly, "Why are you not full?"

"Because I'm not good at physical fitness."

"Why are your physical strength not good?"

Xie Hou's scalp was numb, and Bird looked at the basket, took action, and went in again.

He has shot 23 goals, not losing one. He claimed that the last time he touched the ball was a bullfight with Xie Hou. After that bullfight, his back injury showed signs of recurrence. Not to mention playing basketball, all aerobic exercise was banned by the doctor.

Xie Hou didn't believe Bird was practicing shooting with him here just to make him feel irritated (if it was him, apply for a deal!!).

He didn't want to admit it, but Bird was indeed a very insightful senior.

He just speaks badly, shoots accurately, is arrogant and keen on making people angry. I believe that Xie Hou is not difficult to get along with him, and it also helps to hone his mind. It is simply a killing of multiple goals in one go. Whoever comes will knows.

"Why is my physical strength not good?" Xie Hou asked back.

Bird saw King Arthur being confused by his question, and even forgot about helping him pick up the ball and then pass it over.

Bird God moved his foot to the basket and picked up the ball. When he bent down to get the ball, he felt uncomfortable on his back. His damn back made him leave the basketball early. Now he even made such a lot of "opinions" even for a few shots?

"I'm going to kill this day!" The bird god gritted his teeth and threw the ball to Xie Hou.

"It's relapse?" Xie Hou has heard a lot about Bird's repeated back injuries due to exercise.

This is too exaggerated, how many shots are you shooting?

How fragile Bird's back is in front of Xie Hou, it also shows how strong Bird's willpower is in the last season.

If Bird's back health index is now failing, then he might have been so fragile that it would break like glass slag.

"It's not your business!" Bird walked steadily outside the three-point line. "I thought you realized the problem, am I wrong?"

Xie Hou pitched and hit.

He took the initiative to run over and pick up the ball and pass it to Bird.

"You were really exhausted in the game last night, and I agree that was the key to losing the game." Bird received a pass from Xie Hou and continued, "You are really not very physically strong. This is what I am most disappointed with. You have been in the low-level league, but you have not used those precious five years to hone your physical fitness."

Xie Hou was speechless.

"But you can still save your physical fitness in the game." Bird made another move and still made a shot.

"As long as you can hit the shot."

The ball fell to Xie Hou's feet.

"I said that shooting is the continuation of your peak period when God takes away your athletic ability."

"Shots are the only way for you, a poorly physically arrogant maniac, to last the end," Bird said slowly. "No score is easier and more energy-saving than shooting."

Xie Hou naturally understood this principle, and he also consciously practiced shooting. After so many years, his long shots have gone from not practicing at all to being used as a weapon. Only he himself knows how much effort he puts in.

He needs to adapt again to the NBA who enters the longer three-point line.

But tomorrow night is the second match of the Eastern Conference Final, and he has less time left.

"I will work hard, but you can't expect everyone to have the shooting talent you have. You are the deadliest pitcher throughout history."

In order not to continue listening to Bird's chanting, Xie Hou risked being squirted by Miller for three days and slapped the bird's fart with his eyes closed.

"I'm different from you." Xie Hou said more and more vigorously. "Imagine if the Magician had your shot, he would definitely win every championship in the 1980s, and no one was perfect."

Bird smiled and said, "You want to say, I have a talent for shooting?"

"That's right."

"Talent? I have (once)." Bird said to Shehou, "Get closer and look at my shot."

Xie Hou came to Xie Hou's side and watched carefully as he took action.

Bird pitched in the same posture. Xie Hou observed his shooting hand as stable as DingTalk.

Swish!

“What’s the problem?”

"No problem..."

"Let's see again."

After saying that, Bird asked Xie Hou to pick up the ball and pass the ball.
To be continued...