NBA! I’ll Make Sure The Answer Is Never Alone

I used to be a rising CBA star.

Then a serious injury left me abandoned by my team, dumped by my girlfriend, and told by doctors I’d never play basketball again.

Just to survive, I went to Philadelphia and washed dishes at a Chinese restaurant.

Every night, I dragged my useless leg to a rundown court and shot baskets like a madman.

Then one day, I met Allen Iverson, a man the whole world doubted, just like me.

He taught me: “It’s okay to be afraid. Only fools aren’t. But you can’t let fear stop you from giving it your all.”

From then on, at four in the morning in South Philadelphia, there was one guy with cornrows and one Chinese guy.

Later, he became my brother. Later, we fought our way back to the NBA together. Later, we lifted the championship trophy.

They called it a miracle.

Only I knew it wasn’t a miracle. Two “washouts” had gritted their teeth and dragged each other out of hell.