"There."
The magician pointed at a trajectory and reminded.
When playing in a bunker, you can only step on the bunker with your feet, including your hands and club. You cannot touch any obstacles in the bunker, otherwise you will be penalized two strokes. He is very cautious.
To judge the softness, hardness, dryness and humidity of a sand pit, you can only judge based on the depth of your feet sinking into the sand pit, which requires rich experience.
In addition, when trying the club, the club head cannot touch the sand surface, otherwise you will also be penalized.
"predict!"
Taking the S club handed over by the caddy, which is also a sand wedge and an iron club, he determined the position of the ball. He walked there, adjusted his body, tried the club first, and then hit it with one shot, sending up a large amount of sand. However, the ball buried in the sand only jumped once and fell again.
One shot failed, but the ball was exposed, and the shot still had some effect.
"well!"
The onlookers shook their heads and sighed.
"Snapped!"
At this time, Zhou Quan hit a shot, and the ball flew towards the green, landed firmly on the lawn, and then rolled forward, only four yards away from the hole.
"pretty!"
"very beautiful!"
Philip Huan and his cousin immediately cheered.
"Oh, Iron Fist may make a birdie, I'll go take a look." Barkley shouted while running to the golf cart.
Jordan looked over and saw Zhou Quan making the Y gesture towards him in the distance, and couldn't help but snorted.
After getting off the golf cart, Zhou Quan walked to the position of the ball and determined that it was less than five yards from the hole, and the exact distance was 3.92 meters.
He took the L-shaped putter and calculated the slope and angle of the lawn, as well as the hitting angle and power. At the same time, he concentrated on adjusting his body and breathing. After six or seven seconds, the L-shaped club head gently pushed forward, and the ball hit the lawn. A small arc was drawn on it, and it accurately fell into the hole.
"Pa bang bang..."
Phillip and others quickly applauded.
"Iron Fist, you really made a birdie, you did a great job!" shouted Buckley, who rushed over to watch the excitement.
Zhou Quan looked at Jordan, who was still tossing in the bunker in the distance, and said with a smile: "Guess, how many shots does it take for the flying man to come out?"
"At least three shots." Philip smiled.
Buckley laughed and said: "I've already hit two shots, of course at least three shots."
Philip did the math and said: "Zhou, now you are at 41, and he is already at 42. To finish this hole..."
At this time, there was a burst of cheers from Jordan's side. It turned out that he hit the ball out of the bunker.
"43 shots."
Philip took a look and continued: "There are still more than a hundred yards from there to here. If he reaches the green in one shot, it will take at least two shots to get into the hole. That is 45 shots, which is 4 shots behind you."
The par for a middle hole is four strokes, and now it has been four strokes. It will be at least two strokes over next, and Jordan is very unhappy.
But the dissatisfaction was still behind him. On the next shot, he tried to hit the green, but failed and failed to hit it.
"Shet!"
In annoyance, he hit the stick on the grass with a click, and the iron-wood stick broke directly.
"Crack, click, click..."
Many media not far away immediately clicked their shutters and took photos of Jordan and the broken club.
"Michael, there are so many media, you'd better control your emotions." Magic Johnson reminded with a smile.
Next, his mentality was a little unbalanced, and it took him three more shots to hit the ball into the hole.
He spent a full 7 strokes on this middle hole, which was 3 strokes over par. His total score reached 46, and he was 5 strokes behind Zhou Quan in the first ten holes.
The game continued, with a huge advantage in strokes and a sure win. Zhou Quan got better and better as he played more and more. As his confidence increased, his luck got better and better.
He made par on the long 11th hole and then birdied the 12th hole again.
He also performed well in the next few holes. Only one hole was over one stroke, and he made a mistake in the final putt. The rest were par. After playing seventeen holes, he still had the last middle hole left.
He made a total of two birdies, one over on one hole, par on fourteen holes, and a total score of 67.
As long as he makes a par on the last hole, he will finish the game with a score of one under par, playing at a truly professional level.
Jordan's performance was a little worse. Later, relying on his absolutely strong psychological quality, he forcibly adjusted his mentality, and his performance was not as bad as the tenth hole.
But overall he was unlucky, not making a single birdie, and he only reached the fifteenth hole after Zhou Quan had played seventeen holes. Based on the par of the fifteenth hole, he was already 7 strokes behind Zhou Quan.
Zhou Quan stood on the service line of the last hole.
Not far away, there were a lot of people watching. Because of his professional performance, he attracted a lot of media and fans, no less than Jordan. Moreover, a camera from the Los Angeles TV station followed him all the time, and there were some The guests also came to watch.
"Snapped!"
He hit it with confidence and the ball flew high into the air.
"Beautiful! It should be three hundred yards." Philip clapped and cheered.
"Bah!"
The ball landed on the fairway, bounced, rolled another two meters, and stopped at the edge of the fans.
"Pa bang bang..."
"Beautiful. With such a long tee shot, I might be able to make another birdie."
"Iron Fist, try to hit the green on the second shot."
Cheers, encouragement and applause immediately broke out.
"301 yards."
Zhou Quan made his own assessment. He handed the club to the caddy, took off the hat on his head, put on sunglasses, waved the hat to the fans and media, and walked to the golf cart.
"Crack, click, click..."
Media cameras flashed at him.
Coming to the position of the ball, this middle hole only has a total of 431 yards, that is, it is still 130 yards away from the hole, and 115 yards and 140 yards away from the green.
The green is a piece of lawn, with an average area of 460 square meters and a distance of more than 100 yards. With such a large area, it is not difficult for professional or semi-professional golfers to hit it with one shot.
"Snapped!"
He hit his second shot, and the ball landed firmly on the green and rolled past the hole, more than six yards away.
"Pa bang bang..."
"Oh, it's just a little bit short of an eagle."
"A birdie is not bad. If he scores another birdie, it will be Tekken's third birdie today. He can definitely participate in the professional competition."
Seeing the ball land on the green, the fans watching applauded again and talked a lot.
"Zhou, you did a great job!" Philip came up and gave him a high-five.
Zhou Quan nodded, took off his hat again and waved to the fans, receiving a round of applause.
When he came to the green, he took the putter and stood beside the ball. Seven or eight seconds later, he gently moved the club head forward and the ball drew an arc. With good luck, it accurately fell into the hole.
Eighteen holes, three birdies, one hole over, fourteen holes par, total score 70, two under par.
"Pa bang bang..."
Fans and media watching applauded.
"Thanks!"
Zhou Quan waved his hat in greeting again, the smile on his face was particularly sunny.
Next he signed autographs for some fans and then gave interviews to the media, mainly Los Angeles TV stations.
"Tekken, will you participate in professional competitions in the future?"
"Let's talk about it when we get a chance. I can't affect NBA games because of golf."
"Do you think you have reached a professional level now?"
"I still need to train. Overall, I should be close to a professional level."
"Are you really going to have a boxing match with the postman and the others?"
"You know, I can't refuse. In this country, as a yellow man, if I want to succeed, I have to work harder. Refusal means weakness. No matter how strong the opponent is, even if I lose, I must, also We can only fight."
At this time, Jordan finished eighteen holes and was unlucky. His total score of 81 was 9 strokes above par.
"This is actually not bad. After all, we are playing on a black stage and are a standard professional. For an amateur golfer like Michael, it is very difficult."
"Yes, if we play the gold or blue tables today, Michael should be able to make a par."
"But Iron Fist is also in a bad spot, and it's two shots below par."
"That's just good luck. Iron Fist may not always be able to hit a par on the black stage."
The people watching were talking a lot.
Jordan looked bad. He lost to Zhou Quan by 11 strokes. A stroke of 50,000 US dollars is 550,000 US dollars. His salary next season is only 4 million US dollars. This time he lost one-eighth of it in more than a month. It's all in vain.
Buckley comforted: "Michael, you shouldn't have agreed to Tekken's increase. If the price is 30,000 US dollars per shot, you will only lose 330,000. If it is 20,000, you will only lose 220,000. You are really stupid."
"..."
Jordan glared angrily, damn fat pig, if you don't speak, no one will think you are mute.
"Fei Ren, you don't need to give me your check. Give it directly to the organizer." Zhou Quan's voice sounded not far away.
"I will." Jordan gritted his teeth.
"Continue tomorrow?" Zhou Quan asked.
"snort!"
Jordan snorted angrily, do you think I'm an idiot?
He said coldly: "Iron Fist, if you have the guts, play a game of baseball with me."
Zhou Quan was stunned, and a strange look flashed across his face, Baseball, that is a real hitting sport, am I afraid of you?
"What, are you scared?" Jordan asked.
"Haha..." Zhou Quan laughed.
"Should we fight or not?" Jordan asked dissatisfiedly.
"Are you very confident in your baseball skills?" Zhou Quan asked curiously.
Jordan was a little embarrassed. Of course I was confident, but mainly I didn't believe you could still play baseball.
He absolutely does not believe that Zhou Quan has energy to focus on baseball besides ice hockey, basketball and golf.
"Okay, I'll make it happen for you, you make the arrangements." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
"OK, I'll let you know when the arrangements are made." After Jordan said that, he turned and left.
"Iron Fist, congratulations, you are the person who has made the most donations in this Charity Masters." A reporter said loudly.
When Jordan heard this, he left faster.
Soon after, everyone finished playing, and the statistics showed that Zhou Quan ranked first with the fewest strokes.
But there is still one round tomorrow. If he can still get first place with tomorrow's score, he will receive a so-called championship trophy.
…
At night, relying on his outstanding performance during the day, as well as applying for a boxing license and preparing for a boxing match with the postman and the others, Zhou Quan entered the news on major TV stations.
"This is a bigger reaction than my 20+10 performance in the Eastern Conference Finals series!" Sitting on the sofa in the hotel room, he couldn't help complaining.
Philip next to him said: "As I said, golf has a great influence and is an aristocratic sport. Who in this world does not yearn for the aristocratic life?"
He further suggested: "Iron Fist, it's better to participate in the tour. One or two stops every year to increase your influence. It will be of great benefit. This is a cross-border, and it is a professional, not an amateur. The influence The force will be greater.”
Zhou Quan thought for a while and said, "Then you have to choose a good time and not affect the NBA game."
Seeing that he agreed, Philip looked very excited and promised: "Definitely not. You don't care about the results when you play on the tour. It's just leisure. Playing one stop in the season depends on the schedule, and playing one stop in the offseason. "
He added: "Be cautious about the boxing match with the postman and the others. Let's see the reaction of the alliance in the next two days. To be honest, the influence of boxing is no less than that of golf. If you can really..."
Zhou Quan waved his hands and said: "I think too much. I can't spread my energy too much. Apart from basketball, I only have time to practice golf. I don't have time to practice boxing at all."
Phillip smiled and said: "That's true. Golf is better, but boxing is easy to get injured. But you also need to hire a golf coach, otherwise you may get injured. Can I hire one for you?"
"No need, I'm training at the golf course in Detroit. There are coaches there. I think my level is pretty good." Zhou Quan shook his head.
"Okay. Have you applied for a membership card?"
"It's done."
…
The next day, the celebrity charity game continued.
Early in the morning, Zhou Quan got a stack of newspapers.
Sure enough, even the New York Times put his news on the front page, with the headline: "The best golfer among basketball players and ice hockey players, one person straddles three boundaries."
Other newspapers also have news about him. Golf attracts a lot of attention. The last time the Pistons reached the Eastern Conference Finals, neither the team nor he personally received so much attention and coverage.
In this day's charity game, Zhou Quan no longer competed with Jordan, but formed a team with Roberts and other stars as agreed.
I had good luck again, although not as good as yesterday, but I made two more birdies, but there were two bogeys, which was one over, and I finally finished the game with a par of 72 and won first place.
The organizer presented him with a silver plate with the title of the 56th Los Angeles Golf Celebrity Charity Tournament written on it, as well as the pinyin of Zhou Quan.
He was also the only one who played on the black stage today. Jordan did not play on the black stage again, choosing the semi-professional gold stage and shot a good score of 74.
Originally, due to the crazy popularity of the Dream Team, his sneaker sales were in trouble these days, but with the attention of the charity game, there was an explosion today.
"Zhou, today your shoes are selling like hotcakes again. This time not only in Los Angeles, but also in San Francisco. Many Chinese are buying your shoes. Your influence and popularity have expanded from Los Angeles to the entire Greater Bay Area. .”
After the game, Philip said excitedly to Zhou Quan.
"Then maybe I can play for the Warriors in the future? I'm the rookie they selected." Zhou Quan said in a joking tone.
Philip laughed and said: "Zhou, the league has announced that if you and the postman are injured due to a boxing match, if you are unable to play during the injury period, you will face a suspension fine and no salary."
"Why doesn't the Alliance ban us?"
Philip said: "Your contract has clauses prohibiting professional boxing, wrestling, racing, motorcycles and other dangerous activities, but now if you insist on doing so, the league's general punishment is this.
Except for Oakley, you are all stars, and the postman is still a superstar. It is impossible for league officials to ban you for life.
So, Zhou, you have to train well and don't get injured. In addition, your shoes continue to sell well today, and I think your popularity will continue for some time. "
Having said this, he thought for a moment and then said: "The league definitely doesn't like what you are doing, and the Pistons management is the same.
Zhou, you have to be mentally prepared. The management will think that you are not caring about the interests of the team, so if you have a major injury or your condition declines in the future, they will probably choose to trade you. "
"I know."
Next, Zhou Quan entered training again.
In Detroit, new general manager Troy Weaver is having a headache.
The last trade was rejected. Fortunately, the news was not leaked. Neither Philadelphia nor the league disclosed the existence of the deal. This made him relieved, but he was still worried. He knew that the news would probably be exposed, so he would not Know which day the thunderstorm occurred.
In this year's draft, because the first-round pick was traded to the Warriors last year, Zhou Quan was selected, so this time there was only a second-round pick, and a small forward was selected, but he didn't like it at all and had no intention of signing it.
There is nothing to gain from the draft, so they can only start with transactions and try to bring in one or two young and energetic players.
Ulrich, who was not very defensive, became a bargaining chip, as did John Salley.
Of the two, Ulrich has one year left on his contract with the Pistons, worth $1.11 million.
And John Salley still has one year left. Last year he signed a two-year contract worth 4 million US dollars, 2 million per year. What he most wants to complete the deal is to synthesize the bigger and injured John Salley.
Apart from these two main players, others have little trading value.
The Assassin and Mark Aguirre have a certain transaction value. Their contracts for the new season add up to 3.62 million, and the Assassin alone is worth 2.27 million. However, the Pistons need people on the bench, and although these two are substitutes, they are not in the lineup. The team's status is higher, especially since Thomas has now restored his leadership status, so there is no trade for the time being.
However, the transaction between John Salley and Ulrich did not go smoothly, and he could not replace the people he wanted, so the lineup construction was in trouble.
Now he only got three people from the free market, interior Alden Polynice, forward Terry Mills, and guard Elvin Robertson.
Polynis, who can play the fourth and fifth positions, is 28 years old and was the No. 8 pick in the first round of 1987. Then the Bulls traded him for Pippen.
This person's rebounding ability is not bad, and his offense and defense are average, but it is difficult to find an inside line. It is not bad to find such a person from the free market.
Terry Mills, 24 years old this year, was the 16th pick in the first round of 1990. He was seriously injured in his rookie game and only played 17 games. Then he was given up by the Bucks, but this year he was given up by the Blue Net again, and he was picked up.
The five-year contract, totaling 9.49 million US dollars, is not a small contract. He got it mainly to strengthen the bench lineup. Mills has average defense, but has mid-range shooting ability and can play a certain role in the bench lineup.
Robertson, 30, was the backup for Joe Dumars.
These three people are all reluctant to play in the main lineup and can only play on the bench, so his main problem has not been solved yet.
Ulrich is not in a hurry. If he can't be traded, he can keep him for another year and let him go next year, but the problem of the fifth position needs to be solved.
He wants to find a center who has better offensive ability than John Salley, and also has certain defense and rebounding.
(End of chapter)
