Yesterday after training, the club hosted an American team playing our second; and they were awesome. Before the game they were just pulling off some mad dunks and even made lay up look really good. During the match they played full court pressure and looked incredibly organised and professional.
Despite their powerful demeanour, our lads still put up a good show and by half time they were pretty level on the score board; unfortunately a few air balls were shot, but that happens to even the greatest of teams. One of our guys even did a behind-the-back move and made the other do the splits, and that looked painful!
One of the Americans, who looked like Kenneth Faried, was doing Kobe-fadeaways and get and-ones all over the place. When we were leaving at half time we had a little chat with him about why he had left the court during play time. "I need to get my water", he said calmly with a smile. The way swagger just radiates from him is astonishing; Americans are just too damn cool. Just as a side not I think it's funny how practically every Afro-American is a lightie and yet we have black guys in England who actually are black.
But I promise you, if any scout from America offered me a place at their high school, I would pack my bags in an instant, because the US is just where it's at, although I know I'll probably just get embarrassed by some crazy ball-handler. Actually, they're all crazy ball-handlers. Maybe America isn't for me after all...yet.
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