When I was a child, I first came into contact with basketball after I moved to the fourth grade of elementary school. There was a good basketball court not far from home. Some junior high school students often played there, but at that time, I was not familiar with this sport. Why are you so interested? Because a child's possessive desire is usually surprisingly strong. If he has an apple and you ask him for it, he will never give it to you, nor will he find any high-sounding reasons. If he doesn't give it, he won't give it to you. For the same reason, if he has a basketball, he will never share it with you.

/ e' r' T" B$ A6 So I walked forward and observed for a long time. One of my friends yelled, with a look of sudden realization on his face, and asked him what he had found. The guy said in a mysterious voice: "This is a basketball!" I knew this was basketball, but I was wondering why these people were so dark. If I played hide-and-seek with them at night, I would definitely not be able to find them, so I came up with the idea of ??playing hide-and-seek at night. I must paint my face black. I was secretly happy for my genius idea. Suddenly I heard the sound of breaking glass from the TV. A guy with a body similar to a water tank actually jumped up and broke the backboard. Broken, shocked, he quickly asked who this guy was, and the middle-aged man who had been ignored suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention. The middle-aged man was panicked. In fact, he didn't know much about the NBA, and he didn't know much about it at all. Knowing who the water vat was, he hurriedly searched in his heart. At that time, the Flyers were coming back, the Bulls dynasty was making a comeback, and Jordan's name was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The middle-aged man had also heard about it, so he hurriedly sent Jordan to the basket destroyer. The guillotine, its experience is quite similar to that of Louis XVI in the French Revolution. The real murderer O'Neal escaped, and the injustice was completed. Jordan's image of a basketball tyrant was deeply implanted in my heart. The snow comes on the occasion of the victory of the 14th National Congress of the Communist Party of China.

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After that, I often pass by the stadium and look up at the basketball. Basketball, that powerful dunk would appear in my heart. From then on, the fire of basketball in my heart gradually burned. Every time I was in physical education class, I would take the lead and lead the middle school students to rush to the court, and then start a lesson of "Basketball" "Brigade", in a precise sense, the more rigorous name of our playing style at that time should be similar to American football. We would hold the basketball and start running like crazy, chasing the soldiers all the way behind us, and staged scenes of life and death at the same speed. The situation can only be compared to that of Zhao Zilong's battle with Chang Banpo in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". So I didn't develop any basketball skills at that time, but I did develop good sprinting skills and set a record in the 50-meter dash in the sports meeting. The score of more than 7 seconds set a school record. Later, I often went to the court near my home to play with junior high school students, and gradually learned the basic movements and some rules of basketball. By the sixth grade, the teacher began to teach us the three-step layup. I didn't learn the basic moves well at that time, which resulted in my three-step layup skills being extremely poor and my moves very ugly. Every time I showed off my layup moves through a breakthrough layup, I was constantly cursed, making me feel like a rat crossing the street. Fortunately, I corrected it in time and did not insult the aesthetic sport of basketball. But at that time, I always had a fear of basketball. This plot originated from a Locomotive basketball, which was extremely hard, and combined with the popularity at that time. His ball skills are not up to par, and he is often hit in the face by the basketball, which makes his eyes suddenly feel black and bright.

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After reaching junior high school, I finally got to play ball officially, and I felt as nervous as a scholar who had studied hard for ten years in a cold window. Rushing for the exam, I am very nervous. Relying on the skills I have accumulated in the past, I was awarded the position of the starting player. However, my first performance was, alas, not a bad one. Due to the cold weather and insufficient warm-up, I just came on the field and received a pass from my teammate under the basket without any defense. An AIR BALL drew boos from the audience. In the second game, when I was defending in the backcourt, I grabbed a rebound. To be precise, the ball fell into my hands, and then I rushed forward desperately. With my excellent speed, I got rid of the defender and rushed in. He entered the penalty area and was about to lay up. Suddenly something unexpected happened and the ball flew out of the field. It turned out that I was kicked out, and I won the "Golden Boot Award" from then on. At that time, height was the key to playing basketball. He was 1.7 meters tall and his role was comparable to that of Yao Ming. Unfortunately, I was only 1.58 meters tall at the time, which was really not enough to be successful. Then he began to practice hard on his ball skills, often asking for advice from senior classmates, and learned to turn, change direction and other movements. Skills are improving day by day. Once, when I went to the court to play, I saw a man who was very good at playing. After asking his teammates, I found out that he was a famous player in the county's No. 1 Middle School. He was known as the "Sports Overlord" and was a sports student of the No. 1 Middle School. His physical fitness was very superior. The time was 11 seconds, and the run-up height was 3.5 meters. That day, I saw a real dunk for the first time in my life, which reminded me of that long-lost dunk again. Later, I gradually started to pay attention to the NBA, and I often saw the guy who dunked the basket. It turned out that guy's real name was O'Neal.

At this point, an injustice that lasted for several years was finally vindicated. At that time, Jordan had retired again. I could no longer match the style of the Bulls dynasty, but his angelic flying movements were deeply imprinted in my mind. .

From that time on, I began to practice my jumping, hoping to one day be able to dunk. When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I started to touch the bottom edge of the backboard at a height of 1.68 meters. When I was a sophomore in high school, I was 1.8 meters tall. Touch the basket. However, as I became increasingly busy with studies, I gradually neglected my usual practice, and in the end I was not able to dunk. But I still have the dream of flying to recall my happy childhood. Maybe, one night I can fly like Jordan again in my dream.