In 1996, Xiang Feng was 15 years old. He didn't come to pursue his dreams, he came to escape. His father was involved in a gang dispute and died tragically. He was living in Queens, New York, carrying huge debts.
This year, Jordan started his third consecutive championship and Iverson entered the league for the first time. And playing "no rules basketball" in an underground cage, if you lose, your hand will be broken, but if you win, you will have food.
In this black court without a referee, he learned how to fight in the air without losing balance, how to protect himself with his elbows, and how to make a buzzer-beating shot when his ribs were broken.
After three years of purgatory, the 1999 NBA lockout ended. An 18-year-old yellow-skinned boy covered in scars broke into the draft training camp with a bloody smell.
Scout: "He has no shooting form."
Xiang Feng: "But I can lock down your top pick."
Faced with racial discrimination, criminals, and isolation, Xiang Feng grinned, showing his white teeth: "Pain is the epitaph of the weak, but it is my stimulant."
From a minimum-salary temporary worker to a "mad dog" who makes the entire league fearful, he dominated the post-Jordan era with defense!
