The Golden Age of Basketball

The best Gan Guoyang, I always thought there was a person like him playing basketball, a perfect journey, but now many of them are template articles. Competitive sports bring people more than just wins and losses. It is a period of sweat mixed with growth. Various people and things on the road naturally lead to the throne. A lot of competitive writing these days is like a game, full of ribs, flesh and blood, and no soul. Winning the championship is just boiled water. The world is dynamic, so are people, and so are the players. It will get better or worse, and something must have happened. Writing a book is a dream-making process, not a sweatshop. Without putting in the hard work, it is really difficult to leave a classic image. There are very few football and basketball games that I can recall in my mind just by looking at their names. This book is one of the classics. I hope the author will rewrite it well. It is very difficult for an author to write a classic representative. I hope you will cherish it. To put it bluntly, your recent books may have better financial results, but compared to Gan Guoyang's story, they are completely different in my mind. Forrest Gump, a real basketball player, the Sun King!

Xiancao in sports writing, I haven't read such a wonderful basketball novel in a long time, and I deeply admire the author's writing skills. The style of the book is more like a documentary, but it is serious but also has a cunning little humor. Just like the protagonist in the book is serious but has a fox-like cunning and cunning and likes to play with people's hearts. The style of writing and the characters' personalities form an excellent complement to each other. After reading more than 200,000 words, it felt more like watching a movie (an alternative version of Forrest Gump). Although the two have nothing to do with each other, the look and feel are so similar. The same pseudo-documentary narrative style, similar little humor, and even the little anecdotes explaining the historical background are all interspersed into the main body of the story in a similar way. After making people laugh, there is a sense of grand historical background, which makes people unable to stop.

Seeing that after eleven years, gold and silver have been reset for more than ten days, I have been thinking a lot, and I still want to say something. The following content will involve the core plot of the old version, New Book Friends Don't Want to Watch this Comment I saw Mr. Yang saying that the remake will have major changes, so I couldn't help but worry: I think the very subtle plot will be deleted. The most essential and controversial thing is the failure to stop Jordan's first dynasty. Many friends think this is a big poison, but I really think this is a wonderful thing. From the perspective of the overall structure of Gold and Silver, although the theoretical plot of Silver has not ended, it would be complete enough if it ends with the already written Chinese championship and revenge against Jordan: This is completely in line with the structure of a work of "starting, inheritance, transition and combination" Starting: Forrest Gump's accumulation from time travel, entering high school and college until joining the NBA. Inheritance: The main plot of Gold, from entering the NBA to winning the first championship. Repost: The unwritten losing streak to Jordan failed to prevent the Bulls dynasty from coming back to win the Olympics, a prelude to revenge. Together: The main plot of Baiyin, finally defeating Jordan, completing revenge, and grabbing the throat of fate. Even the eunuchs have a sense of beauty. They were eunuchs just before the beginning of the next season. The sense of release and relaxation brought to readers by the completion of revenge in the plot minimized the anxiety caused by the break. At the same time, the unfinished battle between Qiao Gan left readers with unlimited reverie, giving off the feeling of "Venus Broken Arm" (laugh. As for the content itself, it is not invincible. It is not like other time-travel protagonists who rely on their time-travel advantages and system talents to kill indiscriminately. This is the essence of this book. The suffocating sense of struggle brings a [realism] that is extremely rare in online novels. Although the original work has always used Qiao and Gan as the two heroes. But I can feel it: Forrest Gump, whether it is "the shackles brought by the inside and outside rules", or "even if he tries his best, his talent is just a little bit weaker than Jordan". In fact, Forrest Gump is indeed slightly weaker than Jordan. As for Jordan, whether you say he is really the god of basketball, or he simply becomes the incarnation of destiny in the book, he is indeed a little better than Forrest Gump (I know many book friends disagree with this and think this is a failure) Forrest Gump was able to win the championship ahead of Jordan mainly because of the strength of the Trail Blazers' lineup. After winning the championship, the lineup's potential was exhausted and it was no match for the top Bulls. In the later period, Silver Revenge even formed a lineup that had never existed in theory: Xman, who was extended for one more year, Sabonis who joined the NBA earlier, won the Alien in a robbery manner. Only in this way can people and people make up for the slight difference between the two who have exhausted their talents and sweat. I think the reason why Bai Yin can't finish it in the future is simply that if we continue to pursue authenticity, Forrest Gump will probably still play in the 98 season. If you can't beat Jordan, and this goes against the plot designed by Mr. Yang, you can only be embarrassed. In short, a thousand words can be said about this difference between strength and weakness, and it is this that brings the soul of the whole story, and brings Forrest Gump to fight against fate and chase fate. But without this distinction between strength and weakness, the subsequent "revenge" will undoubtedly be pale. So I am actually very worried. I want to know whether Mr. Yang intends to delete this plot line. If possible, I hope to maximize it. The plot structure of the first version is preserved as much as possible. If Yang Zong can see it, I still hope that I can reply to it. I typed a lot of words in a messy way, and I couldn't say a lot of what I wanted to say, which made you laugh.

I have been a Trail Blazers fan since Forrest Gump came to the league in 1984. Now in 2025, the Trail Blazers once again selected Yang Hansen, a player from Qingdao, China, with the 16th pick in the first round. It is time to take over the banner of the Sun King. Make the Trail Blazers great again

The Sun King is a living person in my eyes, unlike today's formulaic articles.

The first book I read by Mr. Yang was not Mr. Yang. It was a coach's article about resurrecting the Sonics. There were many signs that I liked in that book, such as contacting the Olympic Committee to fight with the league. He is a eunuch. Then there is the golden age, famous works, the text quality is extremely high, well, there are also unreliable updates and bad endings. In fact, it's okay to say eunuch. The Silver Empire has so little conscience that it is embarrassed to have left, well, it is an eunuch again. The Whip of God is the most complete book. If it hadn't been for the fact that the next door cured the literary youth disease and wrote Noise, it would have been the goat in the basketball coach's article. I didn't watch the game. Black technology system, the pinnacle. However, in my opinion, it is still unfinished, because the most crucial gimmick that I want to see is the one that brought down the league. Very angry. I was very excited when I watched The King of Poems at the beginning, thinking that I was finally going to bring out the bad guys behind the scenes of the NBA and whip them out. This is a great way to create a new story routine for the NBA. With some mysterious elements, the B-game is better than Song Heiya's Chicago. Yeah, it's a eunuch. When I see it again, it's the same routine as the previous one. The book is opened with no sincerity. But if you insist on finishing the book, let me, the eunuch, have the final say and it will win. When I first heard about resetting gold, I thought he was trying to make money again, but now that I have tried to make money, I have been very successful. I checked the information and added a lot of details, which is quite sincere. Except for Wang Fuxi and Chamberlain, the draft and details were changed, but the mood and rhythm were not in place, and it just didn't feel right. In short, I wish this reset a success and no more eunuchs.

Winter 1991, Philadelphia. When thirteen-year-old Kobe Bryant stepped off the plane, the cold air in Philadelphia immediately penetrated his thin jacket, sucking away the last bit of warmth he had acquired in Italy. Joe Bryant patted his son on the shoulder: "We're home, kid." But looking at the unfamiliar streets, the hurried pedestrians, and listening to the English in his ears, Kobe felt that this "homeland" was more alienated than any corner of Milan. A few weeks later Kobe joined Lower Mery High School's varsity team. In the Lower Merion High School gymnasium, the old radiator hummed laboriously. Not long after Kobe had warmed up, a shout with an obvious smile came over: "Hey, 'European'! Here!" He followed the sound and saw the basketball was thrown towards him with a bit of force, and his palms were numb when he caught it. The tall teammate who spoke grinned, and there was no kindness in his eyes. "You have to pass the ball quickly, understand? Don't play football like you are playing football." The roar of laughter exploded in the cold air. Kobe's fists clenched instantly, his cheeks were hot, and he almost rushed forward. Just when the anger reached his throat, his father Joe Bryant's words clearly rang in his mind: "Kobe, let basketball speak." Then, he remembered the figure of his idol Gan Guoyang. He was fortunate enough to meet Gan Guoyang himself at a youth basketball event, and even witnessed an impromptu duel between him and Michael Jordan. Jordan's gorgeous flying dunks were certainly dazzling, but what was truly engraved in Kobe's heart was the way Gan Guoyang played: no extra bells and whistles, just a few solid dribbling moves, or crisp steps with his back, turning around, raising his hand, and the ball went in. That kind of simple but fatal efficiency hit Kobe like a hammer in his heart. Kobe took a deep breath and suppressed the anger. He pressed the ball to the ground and moved it once and twice, as if he wanted to rub all the frustration and unwillingness into the leather through his fingertips. In Italy, he is indeed the top player among his peers, but the basketball atmosphere there is lukewarm, and the one who shouts the most from the sidelines is "Goal!" Now standing on the hardwood floor in the United States, facing these American kids who were beaten in American street basketball and higher-level leagues, Kobe clearly felt the gap for the first time - the physical confrontation was like a wall, and the transition between offense and defense was as fast as the wind. He tried to make a familiar cut, but was knocked back abruptly, and his movements were so sluggish that he felt angry. But he has not forgotten his father's words, nor has he forgotten Gan Guoyang's calm and mountain-like playing style. Kobe stopped trying to argue with his eyes and words. He closed his mouth and his eyes darkened. In subsequent training sessions, he spent all his energy chasing down his opponents and grabbing every rebound he could get. Every time he got the ball, he tried hard to recall the feeling of Gan Guoyang catching the ball in the low post, and tried to respond with the simplest and most solid actions-turning, testing steps, and tough ball-wiping. Sweat quickly soaked the jersey, and the nasty "tibial tubercle" (Osgood-Schlatter) in his knee began to ache again. It was the sore mark left by growth, reminding him of the obstacles before him. He knew in his heart that in this unfamiliar stadium, no matter how much he shouted, it was useless. The only way to make them shut up was to actually put the damn ball into the basket again and again. A few weeks later, the Lower Merion High School basketball gym. An intercollegiate game just ended, and Lower Merion lost by a full thirty-eight points. The locker room was hot and humid, filled with the smell of sweat and disinfectant. Kobe was sitting in front of his iron cabinet, feeling chilled all over. The harsh laughter on the field just now was still echoing - "European kid's showman!" - The ball he was blocked by the opposite center became the most vivid irony at this moment. He took a very hot shower until his skin turned red before walking out of the arena and plunging into the freezing snowy night in Philadelphia. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a long-lost warmth and the familiar scent of pine. Lying on the floor of the living room was a large kraft cardboard box, covered with Italian stamps, and my grandfather's unique handwriting was written on the surface of the box. "Dad, what is this?" Kobe asked with a residual Milanese accent. His fingers unconsciously touched his grandfather's handwriting, as if he could touch the warm current across the Atlantic. Joe Bryant carefully cut the tape with a paper knife, solemnly as if he were performing a ceremony. In the box, there is a large pile of video tapes neatly stacked, and the label of each tape is carefully written "Sunny Gan" - "Gan Guoyang Files". Joe took out a plate and handed it to him: "Grandpa sent it. He said that he picked some classics from when Gan Guoyang went to college to playing NBA games, and compiled them for you." Kobe took it, and the plate box was printed with the heroic appearance of young Gan Guoyang in the college arena. Kobe didn't even bother to change out of his sneakers that were still stained with dirt and sweat from the court, and rushed to the projector at home with the videotape in his arms. The TV screen flickered, showing the 1986 All-Star Game in progress. I saw the tall and strong Gan Guoyang taking the ball near the free throw line, making a realistic back-up fake, and then followed up with a smooth guard-style cross-step dribble (in-out dribble), directly passing the defender who was stunned on the spot! "Look at his hands!" Kobe almost shouted - the slow-motion replay of the video showed that at the moment Gan Guoyang broke through, his non-ball-holding hand (the hand that is usually not noticed) was firmly and cleverly pressing against the defender's hip, creating that tiny gap. However, no one in some training camps ever told him this detail In the basement at three o'clock in the morning, only the TV screen was still dimly lit. The old injury on Kobe's knee was covered with an ice pack. There was an exercise book spread out in front of him. It was filled with little people and lines drawn crookedly with his pen, and there were numbers and abbreviations that only he understood next to it. He is trying to deconstruct Gan Guoyang's low post singles. When is the best time to transfer? How many degrees to turn? Where will the opponent's focus be? What is the optimal distance and stride length for dribbling initiation? The cold winter rain was beating on the basement window, but Kobe was facing a small mirror hanging on the wall, practicing an action repeatedly: imitating the skills Gan Guoyang showed at a certain moment in the video - he is obviously a center, but he is imitating the triple threat posture of a guard and forward. The moment he made a fake movement with his right shoulder, Kobe in the mirror looked intently at his other hand hidden on his waist, making small adjustments to the position and angle of the ball. He recalled what Gan Guoyang said in the video interview two days ago, to the effect that the most powerful thing is not how many moves you know, but when others think you only know move A, you are actually already executing plan B or even C. Before dawn, Downey, the assistant coach of the school team, pushed open the heavy door of the gymnasium, and a gust of cold air swept in. Under the dim light, he was surprised to see Kobe already inside, repeatedly changing direction and stopping in the air like a robot. Beads of sweat were all over his forehead, condensing into white mist in the cold arena. "Are you... Simulating a double-team?" Downey noticed that Kobe always deliberately stayed close to several overturned gymnastics mats on the sidelines when performing moves. "Well," Kobe wiped his sweat, his voice a little breathy, "In the video, Gan Guoyang was often double-teamed in places like this. I want to practice how to find the route faster." He pointed to a T-shaped area taped with several pieces of electrical tape in the open space, "That's where I got hit yesterday." Throughout March, it rained continuously in Philadelphia and the roads were muddy. Lower Merion High School's record is still poor, struggling at the bottom of the league. But the sports reporters of the "Philadelphia Inquirer" began to mention in their columns: "The new face No. 13 Who returned from Italy often made gestures in the air during timeouts that no one could understand... Later I heard that he was imitating the off-ball cover movement of a certain international player in the 1980s." Later, the atmosphere in the locker room also changed subtly. People who used to laugh at him would sometimes come over during the pre-game warm-up: "Hey, Kobe, what you did yesterday... How to use your body to destroy the line at the moment of the opponent's attack? Is it the trick Gan Guoyang used against Magic Johnson... Teach him again?" Late at night, the last bus ran through the streets covered with thin snow in Philadelphia. Kobe was curled up in the window seat, his fingers unconsciously swiping on the frosty car window, and a vague trophy shape loomed on the glass. The coldness coming from his fingertips reminded him of the idol's voice in the video. Although separated by time and space, it seemed to be in his ears, low and sure: "The winter in Philadelphia is very cold and can freeze your hands and feet, but as long as the fire in your heart is not extinguished, it will be okay." The bus passed a corner, and the huge outline of Philadelphia's old Spectrum Arena (Spectrum) outside the window gradually became clear in the night. A huge "AAU Championship is about to be held!" Poster could be vaguely seen on the bulletin board at the entrance. Kobe buried his face in the pine-scented scarf that was left in the brown cardboard box from which his grandfather sent the video tape, and took a deep breath. The road ahead is still long. The journey belonging to Kobe Bryant has quietly started with the images in those video tapes and the salty smell in his sweat.

It's a bit crazy to stress about fate every day. No one has anything to say about Reggie's heart problem. Even if a car accident is inevitable, if they have to be served together within 24 hours, I think it is a pure literary youth attack; Don't talk about past history. They died in June and July. According to history, this book should not be written at all, right? Can I say that Forrest Gump is the thief who stole the ring? Originally, when I looked at Petrovic's knee injury, I thought the author had already prepared for the serious injury and retired. But in the end, he still reconstructed the car accident and actually said that Petrovic had a knee injury in his original history? Excuse me? Is this Petrovich's training, schedule and history a little repetitive, even the physical injuries have been restored? I can only say that I am really confused. Your restoration of history is about historical style, not the fate of characters. Besides, your book has two fates, one is the original history and the other is Lao Baiyin. So why should I read this book? In the past, I influenced the Flying Pigs, MJ, Jordan, and the slider's dream. When I got to my teammates, I started to become a literary youth. I can't save it. I want to restore history and respect my destiny, right?

Why is the popularity of this book so low? MD, it should be ranked first on Sports Channel. What the hell are the previous books now?

It would have been over without writing, and it would have been more appetizing. I kept reading until now and was disgusted at the end.