Kobe Behind The Backboard Shot Novels & Stories

Just kidding. I watched the game. The ball is in the opponent. As the number 7 tried to shoot the ball, number 8 in our team immediately grabbed it. That was smooth, didn't see it coming. From there, he runs towards the other half of court, then shoot, 2 points.

She completed one flying dunk after another, more impressive than special effects in a television drama. Next, several boys from Xian’s class who also played basketball took turns defending against Nola. Not one of them managed to steal the ball from her. The ball bounced behind her, switched hands, spun, and flew. It landed. Another wave of cheers erupted. For the final shot, Nola performed an extremely difficult move, turning one hundred and eighty degrees before leaning back and pulling the ball into a high release. The shot went in. The entire court exploded. Was that something a girl could do?

“Although Emmy amazingly potted two spinning balls, this yellow ball obviously cannot be potted with a spin.” “Don’t stress yourself with these remaining balls, Lynn. In our eyes, you have already won.” Emmy heard their words but she did not comment. She only raised her eyebrows and then turned around to face everyone with her back on the pool table. She perched on the edge of the table, her right hand holding the pool cue behind her back. Everyone’s eyes widened in shock seeing the move that Emmy was making. “Darn it! A behind-the-back shot! She can do that too?”

Another possession, step back corner shot, swish. Coach Sei barked a timeout. “Don’t give him any room!” First quarter: 19–14, Kujin Tai’s lead. **** Second quarter. Shirakiba fought back. Taiga delivered a fast-break dunk that shook the rim, and the stadium roared in response, taiga completely silent, completely focused, began tearing through the opposing point guard with lethal precision. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t make eye contact. Every movement was sharp, cold.

Seeing him tightly guarded, Lloyd smirked and prepared to take a shot. However, several players lurking on the sidelines suddenly blocked his path. Despite nearing the basket, Lloyd couldn't score. He felt frustrated. He tried to make a fake move with the ball, but Hunter's teammates saw through it. Just as Lloyd was thinking about how to get out of the situation, Hunter suddenly appeared behind him, reached out, and snatched the ball. He dribbled the ball, ran, and then made a long shot toward the distant basket. The ball hit the backboard with a bang, circled around the edge of the net, and went in.

Kobe’s smile seemed glued to his face. Honey stepped out of the room wearing a peach, off-shoulder dress, paired with wedges in a darker shade of peach. Bambi curled her hair, leaving it down. She was gorgeous, and the appreciation was evident on Kobe’s face. She was like a goddess about to go out and party. The pinks coming out were a signal they were ready to go. Kobe gestured for the door, and the three of them quickly followed. “You guys go ahead, I’ll just check on something,” Jada called after them.

Hard. And still finishes the shot. The gym explodes. I’m on my feet before I realize I moved. My camera catches the exact second he lands, his jaw clenched, chest rising and falling, his eyes scanning the crowd until they hit mine. He doesn’t smile he looks too focused but something in his shoulders eases. He steps to the free-throw line. Bounces the ball. Breathes once. Shoots. Perfect.

“That three-pointer was unreal! Walk us through it.” I flashed a grin, the one I’d practiced for years. “We were down by one, eight seconds left. Coach called a timeout, and the whole team was looking at me like I had to pull off a miracle.” My hands moved as I spoke, reliving the moment. “Danny got me the ball at half court. Their defense was tight, expecting me to drive. But something told me to shoot. I felt it, the shot was mine. I took one dribble, squared up, and let it fly. When it went in, I knew. The whole arena just… exploded.”

I did a behind the back pass to myself, catching the ball and moving slightly to the right to make a 3-pointer. Of course I made the basket and I laughed as I held my arms up in the air, making the Jordan symbol with my hands. "You mad?" I asked Cedric. "KING!" I was startled at the booming voice. It was no other than my coach. I sighed and put my arms down as he walked over to me. "What the hell was that?" he asked, now standing two feet away from me, his voice was loud enough whise everyone in the gymnasium could hear him.

He could not get the ball across from Qin Haodong. The basketball flew out of Qin Haodong's hands. It drew a big arc before finally going straight into the net with another whoosh sound. The entire audience was silent. Everyone's hearts were shattered. There was actually someone who bloody played like this. The ball was thrown without looking with his back to the basket. It was even done with a Granny Shot, the most unfashionable move. However, his shot scored. therefore it was useless to be mad. Zhong Anguo was stunned on the spot. It was not that he was helpless, but that his opponent, his opponent did not play normally at all. It would probably be impossible for even Zhang Bolun, the bask