Basketball starts with breathing

Chapter 14 Chris Suqun

2000 11 Month 17 Day.

Lu Yu and his teammates took the bus into the Spokane Stadium in the city center.

This is where the Gonzaga Bulldogs play, and the Spokane Coliseum paid Gonzaga $783 million for the naming rights and a 10-year partnership.

NCAA games are not held in school gymnasiums, but in regular game venues, which pay the Bulldogs to allow the Bulldogs to play.

I have to admit that the NCAA's ability to attract gold is unparalleled.

And that doesn't include the money allocated for the broadcast rights.

Taking Duke University last year as an example, Duke University earned about 500 million US dollars in sales of peripheral products, broadcast rights, sponsorship, etc., and with the increase of broadcast rights signing fees year by year, the fees allocated by various universities are also rising.

"Everyone is making money except the players," an ESPN commentator said.

But players also get the opportunity to show themselves, get a way to enter the NBA, to put it bluntly, this is a mutually beneficial business.

Lu Yu followed the coach and teammates from the player tunnel into the lounge.

The lounge is large and has three areas, the dressing room, the bathroom and the tactical arrangement room.

"Hey, Lu, here's your closet." Captain Casey pointed at the closet next to him and smiled.

The brand new wardrobe is marked with the English letters: Lu.

Open the cabinet door, there are several white jerseys neatly hanging inside, and below are several pairs of brand-new basketball shoes, which are prepared for him according to the size.

"Sneakers are provided by sponsors. We are not allowed to wear basketball shoes of other brands. You should try to see if they fit your feet. If they don't fit, I will arrange for the staff to replace them for you." Mark Foyo walked behind Lu Yu. said.

Lu Yu tried: "It's okay."

The sneakers are the latest, with air cushion, very comfortable.

He put on the jersey again. The white jersey had the English letters Gonzaga of Gonzaga University printed on the chest, the letters LU on the upper part of the back, and a huge Arabic numeral 10 under the letters.

After everyone changed into their jerseys and shoes, Mark Foyo urged everyone to go to the court to warm up and adapt to the venue.

As night fell, many fans wearing white jerseys were already sitting in the arena, and the stadium looked like a white ocean.

A middle-aged man with silver-rimmed glasses, dressed in a black suit, with a crepe look, also walked into the stadium.

His name is Su Qun, the editor of "Sports Weekly".

Originally, he was going to do an interview about the Sonics in Seattle. He was already there, but the Sonics told him that the team had no time. There was an NCAA game in nearby Spokane, so he had nothing to do. He came to the Spokane Stadium.

Domestic media reporters rarely pay attention to the NCAA.

In the past two years, even the popularity of the NBA has declined.

The major mainstream media were silent.

No one dared to talk nonsense.

Su Qun wanted to stand up and scold him, but then he thought about it, who was he to scold?
Curse the Bayi team?
Or scolding the Basketball Association?
Neither is suitable.

To say that the only one who can scold, maybe only believe in gods, ghosts, and Lancheng, but I still don't dare.

Looking at the Washington Eagles players who had already warmed up and looking at the enthusiastic fans around, Su Qun couldn't help but sigh: "If only there was such a college basketball atmosphere in China..."

suddenly,

His eyes fell on a seat in the auditorium not far away, his expression was a bit dull, he quickly took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put on his glasses to take a closer look.

Is it really him?

Su Qun hurried over, sat next to the man, and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, are you... Mr. Lu Chaoyang?"

Lu Chaoyang was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect to meet someone who knew him in Spokane. When he saw his face, he immediately understood: "You are Su Qun, I'm Lu Chaoyang, long time no see."

Su Qun had a flattered expression.

He remembered that the last time he saw Lu Chaoyang was at Lu Chaoyang's retirement ceremony ten years ago. At that time, he was just doing a brief interview, and he never thought that Lu Chaoyang still remembered his name.

"Long time no see, long time no see."

Su Qun didn't know what to say for a while, but Lu Chaoyang started the conversation: "Did you come to Spokane for an interview mission?"

Su Qun quickly replied: "I didn't have an interview task, I just happened to be passing by. I heard that there is an NCAA game today, so I bought a ticket to come in and have a look. Mr. Lu, are you also here to watch the game?"

"Don't be so restrained. It's too natural to call Mr. Lu. If you think it's appropriate, just call me Lao Lu or Brother Lu."

After Lu Chaoyang finished speaking, he nodded: "Yes, I came to watch the game. I haven't watched the game for many years. If it weren't for that stinky boy in my family, I don't think I would have walked into the basketball hall."

"Your stinky boy?"

Su Qun's professional habits allow him to grasp key information sensitively.

Lu Chaoyang smiled and pointed to the Gonzaga players on the court who were preparing to warm up and said, "The kid in the No. 10 jersey is my son Lu Yu. Today is his first official game, so he has to come over. , it's not enough if you don't come."

Su Qun looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough he saw a yellow-skinned player.

He was completely stunned.

Lu Chaoyang's son entered the NCAA, or the NCAA first-level league?
The domestic media has no news at all?

"Lu Yu has just entered the freshman year and still needs room to grow. Reporter Su must help keep it a secret." Lu Chaoyang "accidentally" revealed Lu Yu's real age.

Su Qun understood: "Definitely, definitely."

In other words, Lu Yu was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

This is a big news. You must know that there are very few Chinese people who can play in the NCAA. Ma Jian is one, and the other Su Qun can't remember. The key problem is that Ma Jian was 24 years old when he played in the NCAA. At 27 years old, the probability of entering the NBA and gaining a foothold at this age is really small.

But everything can't be based on age alone. Whether or not you can enter the NBA in the end depends on your strength.

And maybe, Lu Yu was just an ordinary substitute in Gonzaga.

On the field, Lu Yu's eyes searched in the auditorium. Lu Chaoyang said in the morning that he might not be able to come, but Lu Yu still hoped that Lu Chaoyang would come to the scene to watch him play his first game.

"found it."

A smile appeared on Lu Yu's face: "It was an excuse to say that the store was busy in the morning, eh? Isn't that person next to Lao Lu... Chris Su Qun?"

and many more!

The girl on the other side of Lu Chaoyang seemed to be Jessica.

Lu Yu was speechless, what are the three of them doing together?
Jessica was also very nervous. After she sat down, she heard the two uncles pointing at Lu Yu on the field. She didn't know what their relationship was with Lu Yu, so she didn't dare to ask or speak.

Fortunately, Lu Yu gave him a comforting look, and he felt a lot at ease.

If Lu Yu knew what she was thinking at this time, I'm afraid she would cry out injustice, eldest sister, which one of your eyes can see that my eyes are comforting, you are too blind.

At this time, Captain Casey threw a basketball and signaled Lu Yu to hurry up and warm up. Lu Yu could only look away, then turned and raised his hand to score a three-pointer, relaxed and freehand.

The basketball crossed a perfect arc in the air and fell into the basket with a "swoosh".

Su Qun in the audience was stunned.

"Where he shoots..."

The position where Lu Yu made his shot was nearly two meters away from the three-point line, which was farther than the NBA three-point line, but Lu Yu made the shot effortlessly, as if it were commonplace.

This level is not something that ordinary substitutes can achieve...

He quickly picked up the camera on his chest.

Today's game, be sure to take a few more photos!

(End of this chapter)