Master of NBA passing tricks, one person gets the ball and nine others panic

When it comes to passing, most fans first think of passing masters such as Magic and Paul, who can easily tear apart the opponent's defense with their radar-like wide vision and scalpel-like precision passing. But today we are going to talk about a few passing cultivators and the "demon passing" that makes defenders doubt their lives. This thing cannot be drawn on a tactical board. It is a cult art in which players use basketball as a psychological warfare.

When talking about the origin of demon legend, we have to start with "Pistol" Maravich. This old man from the 1970s played a "spoon pass" - the ball spun weirdly at a high speed, bounced unnaturally when it landed, and burrowed into the hands of his teammates like a stone. At that time, the coaches roared that "basic passing is the way to go", and the Pistols preferred to use "evil methods" such as crotch passing and blind passing. This guy even practiced passing accuracy on a moving bicycle during training. Behind the magic is the hard work of hundreds or thousands of basic passes every day!

But the person who really made the demon legend a popular password must be "White Chocolate" Jason Williams. This guy's hands are like equipped with radar, specializing in taking routes that others would not think of. His elbow pass is still the material of the gorgeous passing video: he broke through to the free throw line, made a fake behind-the-back pass with his left hand, tricking the defender into jumping to the right, and then flicked his right elbow, and the ball flew to the open teammates on the left as if it had eyes. The commentators on the scene shouted "alien technology". Although the elbow pass does not count as an assist, it directly forced the NBA to later add the "potential assists" statistical rule, which is enough to show how subversive it is.

If White Chocolate is the "demon" of the gorgeous school, then Rondo is the "ghost" of the practical school. This man's court brain is faster than a computer. In a game between the Lakers and the Wizards, Rondo just got a rebound in the backcourt and threw the ball toward the three-point line without even looking forward. At this time, James had just started running, running 25 meters in 3 seconds to throw away three defenders, and completed a dunk the moment the ball reached the player. Even Su Qun bluntly said, "Only Rondo can perform this kind of performance." What's even more amazing is that in the finals, he ignored James who was reaching for the ball and passed the key ball to the thick eyebrow. Only later did someone understand: he calculated that Butler was faster than Adebayor, and with 4 seconds left, the thick eyebrow would have a more stable shot. This was not a pass, it was a tactical game with precise calculations.

Jokic is also remarkable in passing the ball. This 2.13-meter center has made assists the standard equipment of the center. His passing is "unpreventable". In one game, Jokic picked up the ball at the top of the arc and caught sight of Gordon under the basket. With a flick of his wrist, the ball went directly over Sabonis' head and was delivered to Gordon's hands as if he was "shaving" his opponent's hair. Sabonis was so frightened that he couldn't even open his eyes. The scariest thing about him is that he can predict the movement of his teammates 0.3 seconds before receiving the ball. Many assists touch the ball in less than 1 second. This kind of "forward pass" makes it impossible for defenders to set up defenses. No wonder some people say that he is "the tactical centerpiece standing at the three-point line."

In fact, whether it is the pistol's spoon pass, the white chocolate's elbow pass, Rondo's anticipated long pass, or Jokic's overhead pass, the essence of these "monsters" is that the players have engraved their vision, creativity and tacit understanding into their bones. Nowadays, some people always say that passing data depends on the data, but those passes that are deeply rooted in the hearts of fans are never cold numbers, but the most touching impromptu performances on the court.