The one-on-one matchup on the court began quickly. After getting the ball, the white guard put on all kinds of dribbling displays in front of Tang Tian.
Foster found the scene strangely familiar. Back in New Haven, there had also been a guard showing off his dribbling like this in front of Tang Tian.
As for the outcome, it was obvious just thinking about it.
The white guard's dribbling drew a round of jeers from the players at the sideline. They wanted to see how Tang Tian would steal the ball again.
After finishing his dribbling display, the white guard drove inside, leaned against Tang Tian for a 180-degree spin move, then softly tossed up a bank shot.
Smack!
The moment the ball left his hand, Tang Tian swatted it out of bounds.
These streetball players were all flash and no substance.
The cheers from the sideline abruptly stopped.
The result was different from what they had imagined. Tang Tian ended the possession with a clean, decisive rejection.
"Get serious, Ankle Breaker!" someone shouted from the sideline.
Ankle Breaker, the ankle breaker—apparently that was the white guard's nickname.
"I am serious," Ankle Breaker said as he looked at Tang Tian.
Tang Tian smiled helplessly. Serious was serious, but did he have to say it out loud? That was exactly like the pickup courts back home.
A dribble drive, a crossover, then a quick counter-crossover. The change of direction was huge, carrying a bit of Iverson's crossover flavor. No wonder he called himself Ankle Breaker.
Tang Tian did not move. Against this kind of crossover, an unstable center of gravity made it easy to get shaken off, so he deliberately took half a step back.
Ankle Breaker pressed forward. When he reached the paint and saw that Tang Tian still was