Mortal raving - 22.8.2 - Playing with balls

Holy matters:

It’s been a long time since I started writing, but I didn’t slack off. I just felt that my knowledge reserve was too small, and my thin brain was completely emptied. Although I wanted to write some interesting words to entertain my friends, I had no choice but to have limited ability. Spend a lot of time, read more books, and replenish your brain's ammunition arsenal.

I was watching sports news the day before yesterday and saw a piece of news: Bill Russell, the famous American basketball superstar, veteran of the Celtics and eleven NBA champions, passed away at the age of 88. I don't have much research on the NBA, and I'm not a pure basketball fan, but Russell's name has been heard. After all, the great gods of the ancient times were able to dominate the NBA in the era of Chamberlain and win so many championships, which is also an unprecedented feat.

The memory swishes again, and it brought me back to my childhood. I can't remember when I first watched basketball and got in touch with it. I vaguely remember that the enlightenment of basketball should be when I was in elementary school. My second uncle gave me an old basketball. Shooting and shooting, there is no pattern. After all, basketball still has certain requirements for the field, at least there must be a basket. It's not as random as football, and you can find an open space to make a few kicks. Logically speaking, it would be easier for me to have preconceived plots, but only in basketball, although I came into contact with football far earlier, but I have always been less interested in basketball, including watching the NBA. On the contrary, the happiness that football brings to me is much stronger.

In the same way, the first football in my life was also given to me by my second uncle-a second-hand football that I found from somewhere. Influenced the joy it brought to my childhood. Especially on snowy days, when there was no formal venue, let alone a lawn. And the ice surface of the reservoir that freezes in winter behind the home is the best golf course, and of course it has to wait for a snow. When a thick layer of snow spreads evenly on the ice, our happiness officially begins. Jumping and jumping on the ice across the snow, dodging and moving, a group of friends seemed to be chasing a broken football, kicking, sliding and shovel all the tricks, it didn't hurt to fall, and the bones were all over Snow, got up and continued to run, it was a lot of fun. Time stood still on the ice, save for the indulgent laughter and the sound of splashing and falling snow. At that time, the happiness of the whole world seemed to be stuffed in that broken ball.

I am used to falling in the snow, and I like this feeling inexplicably. I think the actions of flying and saving are very cool. In addition, I saw the deeds of some famous football goalkeepers such as Schmeichel and Chilavert, and resolutely decided to play football. I just became a goalkeeper, and this hobby continued from junior high school to college graduation. I was the goalkeeper of the team in my class—a very good goalkeeper.

I remember that in my second year of high school, my high school was going to be selected as a provincial key middle school, so the playground had to be refurbished and covered with plastic. The basketball hoop was dismantled, the football goal was brought down, the excavator entered the field, and the old playground went west in an instant. But after all, the students are full of energy, and they have nowhere to vent their energy, and they are all released on the only two volleyball courts left behind the teaching building. During that time, the volleyball game in the whole school was extremely popular, and in every inconspicuous corner, students could be seen in twos and threes juggling the ball with each other, spiking the ball, and playing with relish. At that time, there were a few volleyball students in the same grade, and now there is no suppression of football and basketball projects, and they can shine. Every time a few volleyball talents come off the court to play a game, the venue is definitely three floors inside and three floors outside, and it's surrounded by water. Every time he jumped up and smashed, with the sound of the palm hitting the ball, there was a burst of applause from the classmates. Those few months were the world of volleyball, and it was also one of the few highlights in the long three-year high school career of those volleyball experts.

Fortunately, although from childhood to adulthood, none of the three major soccer balls in basketball and volleyball are good at, but they have actually obtained a lot of pure happiness from them, which belongs to the happiness of sports. And this kind of hobby and interest in sports has been subtly affecting me now - and in the future. Although now due to trivial matters and limited venues, even if I have time, I don't have the heart to go to the next game to play three big balls, but it is extremely comfortable to have time to run, do sports, and sweat a lot.

Now the two broken footballs and basketballs given by my second uncle have long since disappeared into unknown corners and turned into dust, but I still miss them from time to time. I also thank them for accompanying me throughout my childhood. Experience the joy of the first movement - the joy of playing with a ball.

Matt City lives forever!