In the summer of 1982, the world of basketball began to fall silent, and the feast of football had just begun.

On June 14, after Gan Guoyang left Los Angeles and returned to San Francisco again, the World Cup kicked off in Spain, a red and enthusiastic country. The gaze of the sports world spanned the entire Atlantic Ocean and moved from America to Catalonia.

On July 11, in Madrid, Spain, two teams that stood out - Germany and Italy - will compete for the Hercules Cup at the Bernabeu.

At this time, in Los Angeles, it was just dawning, and it was drizzling in the sky, driving away some of the hot summer.

And the Bernabeu, thousands of miles away, is in full swing.

In this land of rugby, basketball, baseball and ice hockey, the world's number one sports football can only occupy a small position on the TV broadcast channel.

"Dad, there are some people who stayed at the door of the window to watch TV. They have been watching for a long time."

"It's okay, there are really not many people who like to watch football here, so just satisfy them."

"It's still raining outside, and the awning has not been put down. I'll go and prepare it for them. It's so cold that it's raining on your body."

The girl came out of the store, and the people standing outside the window watching TV looked at her embarrassedly and smiled, but they had no intention of leaving.

The girl walked to the window, untied the rope that was buckled with the awning, and put down the shed.

In this way, people watching TV don’t have to worry about getting wet by the rain.

"Thank-you, Lady." One of the few people said, judging from his clothes, he should be a penniless homeless man.

However, his gratitude comes from the heart, neither humble nor arrogant.

The girl nodded to him with a smile and then went back.

"Haha, Fuxi, I still remember last time there was a young man watching TV at the door of the window, staring at it for a while, why did you run out and scold them? Today, it suddenly became so good again."

That girl is Wang Fuxi.

In July, the school was on vacation, and the two-month summer vacation was waiting for her, but she seemed to have no happiness and excitement as she had ever been.

"What, that person... is different... he is watching advertisements there... and staring at the beauty... Anyway... and he is so tall that he will scare other guests!"

"Haha, boys, it's not normal for you to love to see beauties. I was only noticed by your mother when I stared at your mother. Otherwise, among the crowd, how could she, a foreign beauty, notice me?"

"Dad, you like to talk nonsense when mom is away. I'm going to play the piano inside, you can watch it here!"

Wang Fuxi said a little angrily. She always felt that something special was hidden in her father's smile-like expression, as if she had discovered her secret and was laughing at her.

After going upstairs and returning to his room, Wang Fuxi sat in front of the piano, trying to practice the newly learned song, but found that he could not remember any score in his mind.

"Oh, I don't know if he received my letter?" Wang Fuxi sighed, closed the cover, and took out a few letters from the drawer of the dressing table next to him.

These were sent from San Francisco.

That day, Gan Guoyang was taken to UCLA by Qian Hui. Because he had not yet obtained a US citizenship, he received a study abroad visa and a sports scholarship, so it was quite troublesome to register for a student status.

Fortunately, Qian Hui, a lawyer who is proficient in law and procedures, has been arranged by her.

All Gan Guoyang did was to go around UCLA, take a look at the gymnasium, and walk to the teaching building.

Then, he took a bus back to San Francisco with Qian Hui that day, and Qian Hui had to fly directly to Washington the next day.

Therefore, Gan Guoyang's beautiful plan to go to Inglewood to find Wang Fuxi was ruined.

Later, letters became the main medium for communication between the two.

Even if Gan Guoyang was killed, he would never have thought that he would receive and write letters every day in his life. This connection method was too old in his 21st century mind and had long been thrown into the garbage dump.

But now, in the 1980s, when there were no mobile phones and only landline phones, there were only those pages of text that best carried the tender and delicate feelings of two people.

For Wang Fuxi, going to the mailbox every day to see if there are new letters is the most exciting moment of her day.

This guy Gan Guoyang not only knows how to write words, but also sends some of the photos he took before with the letters. These letter papers and photos that exudes the fragrance of ink always make Wang Fuxi intoxicated.

However, at this time, Gan Guoyang had something more important in his heart, that is his beloved basketball.

At the end of June, Gan Guoyang stayed in San Francisco for more than half a month. Every day, except for receiving and writing letters and learning to cook with his father, he devoted his time to the Binhai Stadium.

The "gun rose" that owns the giant cannon of Gan Guoyang has long been invincible.

Here, Gan Guoyang is trying his basic skills as carefully as possible without using his physical talents.

For example, controlling the ball, passing the ball, blocking people, and blocking the position.

Other players at Binhai Stadium have also formulated restrictive measures for Gan Guoyang, such as not being allowed to jump when defending, not entering the three-second zone when attacking, not being allowed to swear, not being allowed to command teammates, not even being allowed to grab rebounds, etc.

But even so, no team can stop the Gun Rose, which has a tacit understanding and flexible tactics.

Gan Guoyang could easily shoot the opponent to death by relying solely on the outside shot.

And at the end of June, just on July, when Gan Guoyang, Gan Guohui and Chen Xing were preparing to go to the Binhai Stadium to abuse food, a big yellow sports car at the door stopped all three of them.

The door opened, and a great giant got out of the car

He looked so cool in black jeans and a tight black T-shirt.

Such a cool giant is naturally Wilter Chamberlain.

"Mr. Chamberlain! Sign me an autograph!" Before Gan Guoyang could react, Gan Guohui rushed to Da Beidou with a basketball and asked Chamberlain to sign his basketball.

"Fatty, didn't you see you so flexible when playing basketball?" Gan Guoyang and Chen Xing both slandered.

"Haha, no problem. Hey, Gan, it's been a long time since we saw each other." Chamberlain grabbed Gan Guohui's ball with one hand and took out a pen from his pocket to sign for him, while saying to Gan Guoyang.

"Yes, Mr. Wirt, do you want me to have a game?" Gan Guoyang filed the bet with Chamberlain as soon as he met.

In the last single-match between Chamberlain and Gan Guoyang, he agreed that as long as Gan Guoyang scored a goal, he would take him to the first row of the Los Angeles Western Forum Arena to watch the Lakers' game.

As a result, the finals are over now, and Chamberlain's promise has not yet been realized.

"Haha, sorry Gan. I'm so busy that I can't get the time to go back and forth to San Francisco recently. But I didn't even go to Thurmond, so I ran to you." Chamberlain didn't know anything to be busy with, and there was probably nothing else to do except picking up women.

"Then come in first. I think it's really a bit...too conspicuous when standing outside." Gan Guoyang said. Chamberlain's size is really too big in Chinatown.

"Okay, I'm here to try the Chinese food in your restaurant. I really like Chinese food."

In this way, Gan Guoyang could not play the ball, so Chen Xing had to hold Gan Guohui who was holding the signature basketball and went to the Binhai Stadium.

Such a big customer suddenly came to the Gan Family Restaurant, which really scared the waiter and Gan Youtang.

Gan Youtang was knowledgeable and recognized that he was basketball star Wilt Chamberlain, and hurriedly ran inside to get a huge chair.

There is also one such big chair in Gan Guoyang.

"It's not time to eat yet, otherwise you can just sit for a while and have some Chinese tea."

It was morning, and there were still two or three hours before lunch.

"It's okay, I'm here so early, so I want to talk to you about something." The two giants sat on a special big chair, and everything around them seemed much smaller.

"Thank you, Mr. Wirt, you and Mr. Thurmond care so much about me." Gan Guoyang seemed to know the purpose of Chamberlain coming here, and it should be for his own failure.

"Well, Thurmond had talked to me about your situation before. He said that the defeat seemed to be a big blow to you. He actually said that I had a rich experience in failure. Let me enlighten you!"

As soon as Chamberlain said this, Gan Guoyang almost squirted out the tea in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Nate Thurmond, who looks honest and honest, has such a bad side.

"But, Thurmond's words are actually not wrong. Do you know that when I first entered the NBA, I won the scoring champion and the regular season MVP. That was my rookie season! Some people will never get these things in their entire lives."

Gan Guoyang nodded, he knew that Chamberlain was unparalleled in this regard.

"But after my first season, I wanted to retire. Do you think it was because I had fulfilled my merits? No, the NBA games were too intense and cruel. At that time, I was thinking, in such a league, how long can I still play while standing, maybe I will fall tomorrow."

This surprised Gan Guoyang. He achieved such an achievement in the rookie season and actually wanted to retire the next year?

"Of course, in the end I didn't retire, I continued to fight. I experienced countless failures, doubts, successes, failures, and doubts again. I think if I didn't retire, these things would always be with me." Chamberlain said with a wry smile.

"But you are a legend after all, and I am nothing."

"Haha, yes, you're nothing. So, let go of all those damn failures and pains, you still have a long way to go."

Although Gan Guoyang had already come out of his inner difficulties, he was still extremely grateful for Chamberlain's consolation, and at the same time he felt increasingly that he had a long way to go on the road of basketball.

"Oh, I actually knew that entering the NBA would be such a result. If I went to play streetball, for example, staying in the Harlem basketball team, it would be a good choice." Chamberlain sighed again. At this time, he was no longer sure whether he was comforting Gan Guoyang or coming to Gan Guoyang for comfort.

"Are you talking about streetball? Oh my God, I think those streetball players are so damn good. I can beat them if I don't get up and enter the three-second zone!" Gan Guoyang said with some disdain when he remembered his experience at the Binhai Stadium and the Inglewood Stadium.

"Hahahahaha, I don't jump, and I don't get into the three-second zone? Haha, Gan, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard this year." Chamberlain looked at Gan Guoyang like a fool, and laughed unscrupulously.

Gan Guoyang felt very strange. He was stimulated by Chamberlain's laughter, so he told all the stories he had at the Binhai Stadium and Inglewood Stadium.

"Marine Stadium, Inglewood, no wonder. Maybe this summer I should take you to my hometown, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or Brooklyn, New York, and have fun with the streetball players there. Then you can evaluate the streetball."

"Of course, if you're in California, I advise you not to go to Los Angeles. Although the Lakers and UCLA are there, their streetball... only Ray Louis is a good guy. And you're in San Francisco now, so don't go anywhere else, such as Marina Field and Golden Gate Park. Cross Francisco Bay and go to Oakland, where there are the best street basketballs on the west coast of the United States." Chamberlain seems to know very well about streetball from all over the United States.

"Do I really need to compete with the streetball players?" Gan Guoyang was a little confused. In his opinion, streetball is amateur, irregular, and cannot be compared with professional basketball.

"Of course, any superstar should go to the street court and use street rules to compete with the legends and tell them who the fuck is the best basketball player in this place! Like Ramsey, Kareem and McConnett, Julius Irving and Joe Hammond, if you want to be a legend, you have to find yourself a worthwhile opponent. Whether on the floor of the gym or on the concrete on the street!"

Chamberlain's words shocked Gan Guoyang very much, and also aroused his curiosity.

He hasn't played basketball on the streets of Oakland yet. Maybe there are really some magical players waiting for him and waiting for him to fight.

"Uh, Mr. Chamberlain, I want to ask you, how do you think you should get it... Well, what method and words can use to touch a woman's heart?" Gan Guoyang sat there pondered for a while, and suddenly asked this question.

When Chamberlain heard about Gan Guoyang's problem, he almost sprayed a mouthful of tea.

"Hahaha, Gan, you really asked the right person. I understand what you mean, you are asking how to get a woman. Then I tell you, pick up the phone at home, call her, tell her that I am going to get in you today, and then, drive your car to her house and get her in. Then, she is yours. It's that simple."
Chapter completed!