Jordan believed that he often played golf and his level was pretty good, so he wanted to trick Zhou Quan. He wanted to increase the difficulty and said: "Since we have made a bet, of course we will choose the same tee table. There are five kinds of tee tables here, black, gold, blue and white. Red, I choose gold.”
"NO, I want to choose the black platform." Zhou Quan objected.
There are generally only four types of tables in the court, namely black, basketball, white and red. Black is for men's professional level, basketball is for women's professional level and men's amateur level, white is for male beginners and women's amateur level, and red is for the lowest level players. .
But there is also a kind of gold, which was present in Zhou Quan's court yesterday. This is a level between black and basketball, corresponding to semi-professional golfers.
"Are you crazy?"
Jordan said doubtfully.
"A fight or not?" Zhou Quan asked.
"Does this kid really have a professional level? Impossible, absolutely impossible! If he had a professional level, he would have participated in the professional competition long ago. This kid wants to bluff me."
When Jordan thought of this, he immediately said: "Okay, the black platform is the black platform."
He simply didn't believe that Zhou Quan had professional standards, and he didn't believe that he couldn't beat Zhou Quan, a country bumpkin.
"Black tee, you actually play professionally? Then you can play, I'll go to basketball tee."
The postman said and walked to the golf cart next to him, and John Stockton and several other people followed him.
There are still five people left to play professionally, namely Barkley, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Olajuwon, Pippen, plus Zhou Quan and Jordan, seven people went to the Golden Tee.
It’s not that they think they are professional, but they are unwilling to be outdone. Besides, they have no money to gamble and are not afraid of losing. They can just watch the excitement by following them.
The three superstars of the Dream Team are Bird, Magic Johnson, and Michael Jordan. Even Barkley and Dream are not considered superstars now. The three superstars on their side have just created the Dream Team. Their reputation is booming, attracting the most fans and media, with two to three hundred people following them, scattered around them.
"Michael, at 30,000 dollars a shot, are you confident that you can beat Tekken?" some media asked.
Jordan said disdainfully: "I can beat him on the basketball court, and I can beat him on the golf court."
"Iron Fist, why didn't you agree to the $10,000-a-shot bet just now? Do you think you can win for sure?" The reporter turned his gun and asked.
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "Someone wants to give me money, why don't I choose to take more."
"Pfft!"
Larry Bird burst out laughing.
Jordan was so angry that he snorted: "Boy, do you want me to teach you how to tee off?"
Zhou Quan smiled, ignored Jordan, and said to the reporters: "By the way, respected reporters, I want to announce something. Gambling is not a good hobby, so if I win today, I will win." All the money I place will be donated to this charity event.”
"Pfft!"
Some people laughed, is this a blatant connotation of Michael Jordan?
"marvelous!"
"Iron Fist, bless you!"
"Michael, what about you?"
The scene became lively, and some Jordan fans looked at him expectantly. His face was a little dark and he could only say: "He said what I was about to say, and I will also donate the money I won today."
Zhou Quan approached Jordan and whispered: "Fei Ren, please, don't follow me."
Jordan gritted his teeth and said: "I am doing charity, who can learn from you?"
"Iron Fist, I just heard that you are going to have a professional boxing match with the postman and the others. Are you all applying for a boxing license?" a reporter asked loudly.
"oh?"
Many people heard it and suddenly exclaimed.
Zhou Quan felt that there was no way to hide the news, so he nodded and said: "They asked me for a fight, and there is no way I can refuse. Yes, they and I are applying for a boxing license."
"Who else is there besides the postman?" a reporter asked excitedly.
"Larry Johnson, Charles Oakley." Zhou Quan replied.
By this time they had reached the golden stage, and Larry Bird, who was walking at the front, turned back and shouted: "Who kicks off first?"
"I come."
Zhou Quan and Jordan walked forward at the same time.
"These two guys fight for everything, they are exactly the same!" Magic Johnson laughed.
Larry Bird said with a smile: "Since you can't argue, let me go first."
He was not polite and immediately signaled his caddy to take the club over and prepare to tee off.
"Snapped!"
He has a serious back injury and has decided to officially retire. If you hit the golf ball with carelessness, you can easily strain your back muscles and spine, so you don't use much force when hitting the golf ball. It's just for fun, and you hit the ball in one shot. The ball only flew fifty or sixty yards before falling, but its accuracy was good and it landed on the fairway.
"It's my turn."
Jordan immediately stepped to the service line.
"please."
Zhou Quan did not fight, but extended his hand to signal in a gentlemanly manner.
"Crack, click, click..."
The reporters' shutters began to ring continuously, and the cameramen's lenses were also pointed at Jordan.
"Snapped!"
Jordan hit the ball hard and the ball flew high into the air.
"Bah!"
A few seconds later, it landed on the fairway 200 meters away, driving at least 250 yards.
"pity."
Under the influence of the full-level panoramic vision, Zhou Quan's eyesight was comparable to that of an eagle. Without a telescope, he could see that the ball almost rolled out of the fairway. It was only one foot away. If it rolled out of the fairway, it would fall into the Asakusa area there. , Jordan’s first hole was absolutely over par.
"Pa bang bang..."
250 yards, which is a very good driving distance among amateur golfers. The scene immediately burst into warm applause, and Barkley and others also immediately gave praise.
Jordan took the binoculars handed over by the caddy and felt dangerous when he saw the ball almost rolled out of the fairway.
The fairway is generally three to forty meters wide, with mild roughness next to it, and then severe roughness. If you fall into the roughness, it will be bad.
But it was a good shot if it didn't roll out of the fairway. He looked proud and was in a very good mood. He stepped aside, looked at Zhou Quan sideways and said, "Boy, it's your turn."
"256 yards."
At this time, the staff over there reported the yardage, and the scene burst into warm applause again.
Zhou Quan smiled and took the driver handed by his caddy and walked to the tee line.
"Zhou, come on." Philip shouted.
Zhou Quan looked at the wooden sign next to the tee line. It showed the distance between the tee table and the first hole, which was 514 yards. The first hole was a far hole, and the par was five.
Raising the club, he looked sideways at the fairway in the distance, then lowered his head to aim at the ball. While aiming at the ball, he adjusted his body's center of gravity, and then hit the ball neither fast nor slow.
When playing against non-professionals like Jordan, the most important thing is stability. You can't risk fighting. As long as you hit a beautiful hitting surface, with his power, the distance of the tee shot will be close, and the landing point control will be very strong, and there is a possibility of deviating from the fairway. Very little sex.
Jordan was watching Zhou Quan from the side, and through his serving movements, he could know the opponent's level.
"Crack, click, click..."
The shutters of the media also sounded, and the cameras of the Los Angeles TV station were focused on Zhou Quan.
"Snapped!"
The moment he hit it, he felt good. The hitting surface was as smooth as a mirror, the sound of the hit was very clear, the ball flew into the sky with a very good arc, and the angle was very beautiful.
"This kid has really practiced."
This serving action alone made Jordan more vigilant.
"The ball is nowhere near."
Magic Johnson said while looking at the white dot that was no longer visible in the air.
"Bah!"
The ball instantly hit the far fairway, then rolled forward a few meters and stopped in the fairway.
"Beautiful! At least 250 yards."
"At least 260 yards in front of Michael's ball."
Barkley and Magic Johnson began to applaud, and the crowd soon erupted in applause.
Jordan raised his binoculars to look at it and cursed inwardly. Zhou Quan's kick was actually farther forward than his, at least ten yards.
"266 yards."
At this time, the staff reported the code number, and the scene suddenly burst into warm applause.
"Exactly 10 yards. Is this kid just a coincidence, or is he really skilled?" Barkley whispered.
"Looking at his driving action, he must have practiced it, not a beginner." Magic Johnson said.
Then everyone else kicked off the ball one by one. Magic Johnson drove 206 yards with good technique and landed on the fairway.
Dameng didn't want to hit the ball into the rough area, so he only drove 176 yards and landed on the fairway.
Pippen played golf with Jordan several times, but never practiced it. To be safe, he didn't hit the ball hard, but if his technique wasn't good, it wouldn't work. The ball missed the ball and flew into a bush and disappeared.
Zhou Quan murmured: "With this skill, how dare you fight against the evil?"
Pippen's face turned red after being ridiculed. He wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so he lowered his head and walked behind Jordan.
Barkley, who took the last shot, wanted to go farther, but like Pippen, his technique was poor. After hitting hard, he drove the ball directly out of the fairway and landed in the deep grass.
"Ha ha!"
But he was in a very good mood. He still had a bright smile on his face after such a bad shot, and he laughed first.
Zhou Quan suppressed a smile and reminded kindly: "Charles, your hitting surface is like an electrocardiogram, it is too tortuous. Be careful, don't use too much force, otherwise it will break your spine."
"Pfft!"
The magician and others laughed.
Buckley pushed Zhou Quan awkwardly and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm just trying to make ends meet with you, otherwise what kind of black platform would I be using?"
"You are only suitable for playing on Baby Tee (children's TV), but unfortunately there is none here." Jordan said disdainfully.
"Ha ha……"
The scene immediately sparked laughter.
Barkley yelled: "I'm too lazy to look for the ball, I'll serve again."
Pippen didn't want to be ridiculed by Zhou Quan anymore, and said frustratedly: "You fight, I won't play anymore."
No one had any objections. The referee crossed out Pippen's name and recorded it for Barkley. The ball was OB on the first hole and there was a one-stroke penalty. In other words, Barkley's re-serve was the third shot.
On this shot, he didn't dare to exert any force and only drove 162 yards.
Jordan sarcastically said: "Charles, I shouldn't play with you, women can drive farther than you."
"Ha ha……"
There was a burst of laughter.
Buckley laughed endlessly and said: "Then I am better than Scotty."
Jordan glared at Pippen. That look really made him hate the iron!
Next, everyone walked forward. The game had just started, and no one was in the golf cart.
An 18-hole golf match is a total length of 7,000 meters. If you walk, the walking distance will be more than 10 kilometers, which is a lot of exercise.
Of course Barkley went first for the second shot, and his ball was closest.
This is a small slope. Zhou Quan observed on the side that he should use the No. 8 short iron to hit the ball higher.
But Barkley picked a No. 4 long iron and hit it with one stroke. Well, it kicked up a large piece of mud. The ball did hit the ball, but it only flew more than twenty yards and the direction was wrong. He fell directly into the puddle in the fairway ahead.
"There's something wrong with my club, it's not elastic enough." Buckley was smart and immediately blamed the mistake on the club.
Zhou Quan said angrily: "You picked the wrong club. You can't hit golf balls with a long club, so you have to pick a chicken leg."
"Really? I don't know!" Buckley scratched his head.
"Let's go and let him play by himself." Jordan took the lead and walked forward.
Barkley ran to the puddle in frustration. The ball could not be retrieved. He had to throw the ball where it was before it entered the hole, and make the next shot between that position and the dotted line of the hole.
Of course, he was also penalized by one more stroke, a par of five. He had already finished the shot, only 180 yards, and was still far from the green.
"I don't think Barkley can reach the green in ten strokes." Magic Johnson joked.
"I don't think he scored 200 after the 18th hole today, at least 150." Dameng said with a smile.
"Pfft, haha..." The players and spectators burst into laughter.
"Mr. Olajuwon, I think you are not much better than Charles. Now it's your turn. Come on, let us see your skills." Zhou Quan said sarcastically.
Dameng replied: "I just hit one shot. What nonsense are you talking about? Are you sure you can make a hole in one?"
Jordan looked at the position and found it was on a slope, so he said: "Hakeem, pick No. 8 and play better."
Zhou Quan sneered and said: "Your Excellency Fei Ren, why don't you carry the clubs for him as a caddy? You can directly help him choose clubs."
Jordan glared at Zhou Quan, but said nothing.
"Snapped!"
Dameng obeyed and chose the eight-iron as expected, but his center of gravity was not adjusted properly when he hit the ball. It was too far forward. When he hit the shot, like Barkley, a large piece of clay was thrown away, and the ball only flew forward. A few yards, then rolled back another two feet.
"Is this plowing a field?" Zhou Quan complained.
"Haha..." Everyone laughed.
"hey-hey……"
Barkley, who was preparing to hit his sixth shot at the puddle not far away, also laughed when he saw this.
"Iron Fist, let's go and leave these noobs alone."
Jordan greeted Zhou Quan, got into the golf cart and drove forward.
Zhou Quan did not refuse, took the caddy, got into another golf cart and followed.
Originally, in a group of people, according to golf course etiquette, whoever was further away from the hole got to play first, but the difference in level was a bit big, so we really couldn’t afford it.
"Forget it, I won't fight anymore, let's just watch the fun."
Barkley saw it, dropped his club and ran over.
"I won't fight either."
Dameng also handed the club to the caddy and got into a golf cart with Barkley.
Magic Johnson looked at Larry Bird and said, "Bird, let's fight?"
Larry Bird said angrily: "We played from the time we joined the league to the time we retired. Why are we still fighting? My back injury is not healed, so I can't actually play. Forget it, I won't play anymore and just watch the fun."
"Forget it," Magic Johnson said.
Everyone swarmed to follow Zhou Quan and Jordan to watch the two of them compete.
As a result, the two of them were really evenly matched, both played well and had good luck, scoring a par of five on the first hole.
The game lasted until 11:30, which was almost lunch time, and the two of them finished playing the front nine holes.
The front nine holes include two long holes, five medium holes, and two short holes. The par is 36. Zhou Quan shot 38 and Jordan shot 39, which were two and three strokes over par respectively.
It can be said that both of them played at the level of professional golfers, or at least close to the professional level. Many professional golfers with ordinary skills cannot even score this score when they perform at average.
"Flying Man, do you want to increase the amount?"
Before lunch, Zhou Quan provoked in front of many media.
Jordan snorted coldly and said: "There are still nine holes left. Do you know you will win?"
"At least I have a one-shot advantage." Zhou Quan smiled.
"Then it's $50,000 a shot." Jordan said without any sign of weakness.
"OK." Zhou Quan smiled.
"Oh ho!"
The people watching the excitement were not afraid of big trouble, and everyone around them screamed strangely.
"Iron Fist, I didn't expect you to play golf so well." Roberts came over and said.
"How about we join a team tomorrow?" Zhou Quan suggested.
"OK, it's settled." Roberts nodded and smiled.
Zhou Quan hopes to develop a personal relationship with these big stars. In this Eastern Conference Finals series, these Hollywood stars basically supported Jordan and the Bulls one-sidedly. They have great influence. Being friends with them is a good thing for him. Very beneficial.
After lunch, the game is over.
"Damn it!"
After teeing off on the tenth hole, Jordan couldn't help but curse when he saw the ball fall into a bunker on the fairway more than 200 yards away.
He originally wanted to hit it over the bunker, but he didn't have enough height to hit it that far.
"well!"
His fans also lamented.
"Look at me."
Zhou Quan smiled and stood on the serving line.
"No luck today."
Jordan retreated to the back unwillingly. If he didn't make a mistake on this ball, the gap would widen.
Zhou Quan looked at the sign and found that this hole was a middle hole, with a length of 412 yards from the tee line to the hole.
"Snapped!"
Hitting the ball with force, like a cannonball, the ball instantly flew into the sky and turned into a small white dot.
"Bah!"
Seconds later, the ball landed in the fairway nearly three hundred yards away.
"298 yards."
Soon, the staff over there reported the yardage.
"Pa bang..."
Fans and media watching the game immediately applauded and cheered.
"Flyman, please play slowly in the pit, I won't wait for you." Zhou Quan handed the club to the caddy, waved to Jordan, and got on the golf cart.
Jordan's old face was dark, and he also came to the bunker in a golf cart. Good guy, the ball was gone and had sunk into the sand. It was a poached egg ball. It could only be hit with a bunker shot. He was not good at this kind of shot. Law.
If the ball is in an unplayable position, such as on the edge of a bunker, then he can choose to take a penalty stroke and hit it on the edge of the bunker, but this is not an unplayable ball, so it must be played.
(End of chapter)
