Anthony the Reborn

Chapter 57

"You old bastard!" Jones couldn't help but cursed.

"I'm cheating?" Anthony smiled and said, "Is there? I asked you just now if it started."

"You..." Jones was at a loss for words for a moment, wanting to say that Anthony did ask a question just now.

As soon as this remark came out, the black players on the sidelines who were about to boo Anthony also temporarily stopped, but they still thought it was a bad luck in their hearts. After a while, someone shouted: "Jones, he was just lucky, blow him up." !"

Jones was still a little frustrated that Anthony won the first goal so easily, but now he heard the shouts from the people around him, and he also realized that it was just his carelessness and the old man in front of him was lucky.

"Hey, I didn't expect you, an old man, to hit twice. Just now I gave you the ball." Jones said unhurriedly. He picked up the ball and dribbled it to the three-point line.

Anthony just smiled and didn't speak. Jones' words can be regarded as giving him a step down. He didn't need to worry about this, but turned around and turned into a defensive state.

After Jones walked beyond the three-point line, he took the ball and made a few fancy crotches on the spot, which immediately attracted cheers from the surrounding black people, and some people shouted excitedly: "Jones, use your butterfly step to blow him up!"

The sound of applause, it is obvious that Jones's few dribbles seem to be very good in the eyes of these people.

"Butterfly step?"

Anthony chuckled, and the clumsy dribble in front of him was ridiculous compared to Iverson's butterfly step.

But Anthony didn't care, he lowered his body and focused his gaze on Jones' dribbling hand.

To judge a person's offensive motivation, most people will choose to look at it from the shoulder, because the movement of the shoulder is a necessary process for exerting force with both hands.

But Anthony didn't do that. He mastered his own unique set of judgment skills, which is to watch hands.

Hands are the power point of dribbling, and no matter how fancy a fake is, you can't escape dribbling. This trick will often get good results.

However, this requires a lot of concentration, which is why most people don't use it, but Anthony obviously doesn't need to spend too much energy dealing with Jones in front of him.

After a few fancy dribbles, Jones dribbled the ball very casually and broke through from the wing. His eyes were full of disdain. If it wasn't for Roger's inconvenient shot, he would feel that it was right for him to play bullfighting with a half-century old man. an insult.

"Jones, pass him, pass him! . . . "

The shouts of the black people became louder and louder. In their view, Jones' gorgeous dribble had already made the old man in front of him faint.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, there was a sudden loud sound. Jones had just taken two steps while dribbling the ball. Suddenly, he felt a light touch on his hand. Looking back in astonishment, the ball had reached Anthony's hands at some point.

With the sudden steal, the black players around were completely caught off guard, and they all showed "hell" expressions. They didn't even see how Anthony moved, and the ball came into his hands inexplicably.

"Mei...Grandpa is awesome!" Su Xi shouted excitedly, almost shouting Anthony's name out of excitement, but luckily the reaction was quick.

Wright frowned and looked at Su Xi, as if he had grasped something but didn't know what it was, and finally just shook his head.

"Jones, you fool me, focus on me! Fuck, if you capsize in the gutter and watch me go back and beat you, you won't be able to get up!" Roger's face on the sidelines was already livid, and Jones carelessly endured the first ball, but The second ball Jones dribbled too casually, he really wanted to go up and kick Jones' ass.

"I see." Jones felt that what Roger said was not a joke, and he shrunk his neck involuntarily. It's very easy for a younger brother like him to hang up.

"Old man, you forced me, don't blame me for this ball!" Jones then looked at Anthony with resentment in his eyes.

Anthony smiled, didn't say much, and took the racket twice.

Jones had learned the lesson from before, so he didn't dare to let Anthony go, so he opened his hands and rushed forward.

"Jones, break him, break him! . . . "

The black players around continued to cheer Jones loudly.

Anthony looked at the basket, smiled and said to Jones a little pretentiously: "I'm coming~"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated while dribbling the ball. Jones couldn't react to the quick first step. When he felt that Anthony had passed him, Anthony had already pulled out his hand.

Although the back is hunched, although the posture is not as picturesque as usual, but.

"Shh!"

With a crisp sound, the ball hit the basket without any suspense.

The shouting black players suddenly fell silent, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them.

2:0, Anthony has scored two goals.

"How... is it possible?" Jones looked back at Anthony, who was still hunched over. The shock in his heart could no longer be described in words. The experience has already made him realize that the old man in front of him is of a very high level, and he has been dumped by so many streets...

When Roger saw Anthony's extraordinary performance, his brows were furrowed. Even though he was arrogant, his basketball skills were not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to mess around like this in O'Connor's field.

"Hey, it's your turn." Anthony said with a smile, throwing the ball to Jones.

Jones' face was a little ugly. If he knew that he was going to die now, but his boss Roger was standing aside, he had to continue fighting bravely, otherwise he really didn't have to mess around.

He thought about taking a deep breath and raising his concentration to the highest level.

"Don't be nervous." Anthony felt Jones' nervousness and comforted him.

Jones' face turned livid in an instant. Although Anthony's words were well intentioned, black players living at the bottom are generally inferior and strong. Anthony's words at this time sounded like a living provocation to Jones' ears.

He doesn't need pity, and he doesn't need pity!
Thinking of this, Jones dribbled the ball and quickly broke through to the basket.

Anthony saw the change in Jones' expression, and couldn't help but let go of the posture that he wanted to steal. He decided to give Jones a chance.

Seeing that Anthony did not put on a defensive posture, Jones couldn't help but feel a little proud while being angry. Since Anthony looked down on him so much, he would make Anthony pay the price.

With this in mind, Jones quickly rushed to the basket.

After two dribbles, he found that Anthony didn't break his ball. He was overjoyed, and his self-confidence suddenly swelled up. After rushing in, when he was one meter away from the basket, he jumped up and was about to dunk.

It should be said that although Jones is only 1.8 meters, his bounce is very good, which is why he is so popular here.

After he pulled it up, he didn't feel Anthony's approach, and a smile could not help showing at the corner of his mouth. Facing the basket in front of him, he was about to slam dunk hard.

"Jones! Jones! . . . "

Seeing that Jones was going to perform a flying dunk, the current black players became excited again, and the previous round was also forgotten by them.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded on the field.

Anthony's block!

There was an uproar at the scene.

No one saw when Anthony took off. What they saw was Anthony's defense, but a very wonderful block completely blocked Jones.

"boom!"

Jones' slam dunk is only then dunked, but there is no ball in his hand, only empty hands.

Anthony also landed with ease at this time, as he said before, all the way down the road, one step for a steal, one step for a shot, one step for a big cap, without breaking a sweat.

No matter how unresponsive the current black players are, they still understand that the difference in strength between the two is too great...

"Interesting~" Wright saw Anthony's performance, and became interested in Anthony.

At this moment, Roger had already taken off his jacket and was about to play. Wright suddenly showed a look of excitement when he saw Roger's move. If Roger was once the main shooting guard of the NCAA, it was only because of injuries This is why Wright and even O'Connor behind him dared to let him be so arrogant in the park.

Strength has the absolute right to speak here.

"This is a good show." After Wright said this, he looked at the field again. At this time, Anthony still had a ball to hit.

Anthony held the ball and glanced at Jones in front of him. He could no longer feel the fighting spirit in the latter's eyes. There was no suspense about the outcome of this game.

Anthony didn't talk too much nonsense. He picked up the ball and made a three-pointer. Jones just made a symbolic stop.

With a "swish", the crisp sound of the ball entering the net put an end to this bullfight.

Jones walked off the court in frustration. He didn't even look at Roger, but Roger didn't look at him too much. He twisted his neck and went on the field by himself.

The black players around were still frustrated with Jones' performance, but Roger's appearance suddenly ignited their excitement again.

"Smasher! Smasher!..."

The black players shouted Roger's nickname in unison, and the high-pitched shouts showed that Roger's popularity in this generation was absolutely overwhelming.

"Grandpa..." Sensing the anger accumulated around him, Su Xi showed a look of anxiety on his face, and looked at Anthony tightly with both hands.

Anthony watched Roger appear on the field, and then looked at the excited emotions of the black players around him. He also became interested in Roger. He said that there are many unborn masters in streetball, and this one in front of him is probably one of them.

Roger took the ball and dribbled it twice after he came on the court. After getting used to the feeling of the ball, he stopped, and then looked at Anthony with a serious expression.

When Anthony saw Roger's actions, he also put away his mentality of completely underestimating the enemy. The one named Jones in front of him was flashy, but the Roger in front of him seemed to be a professional player just a few dribbles.

"Old man, I have to admit that you have strength, but it's a pity that you met me today, and the Chinese girl is no longer important. How about we change the bet." Roger said with a smile while holding the ball.

"How to say?" Anthony took the words and said, obviously, although he has the mentality of winning, it is not something he is willing to bet on Su Xi.

"What do you think of this? Let's gamble a bit bigger. Whoever loses will kneel on the ground and call out three times to the other party's grandfather?" The smile on Roger's face suddenly disappeared, and he said viciously.

Kneel down and call me Lord?Anthony was slightly taken aback. He originally thought that this trick was only used by Chinese people, but he didn't expect it to be popular here~
"Why, don't you dare?" Seeing that Anthony didn't answer, Roger asked.

Anthony smiled and said lightly, "Why not?"

(End of this chapter)