from the golden generation

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

The score was pulled back again, which is a very bad thing for the Heat.

They didn't expect Yan Song to shoot a three-pointer directly, which they didn't expect.

After all, the Knicks have been very stable just now, playing two points and two points.

Hit the low post, hit the mid-range, and play the paint.

In short, the three-pointer came unexpectedly. The Heat need to continue to work hard, and Hardaway and the others also need to continue to shoot three-pointers to catch up with the score.

"It's still 7 points away, Hardaway, you continue."

Mourning dropped this sentence and ran to the frontcourt. Hardaway glanced at other teammates.

He made 34.4% of his three-pointers.

Mashbu shot 32.9 percent from [-]-point range.

Last but not least is Leonard, who made 41.4 percent of his [-]-pointers.

Now this situation requires risk. Hardaway threw the ball to Leonard, then ran to his side, and set a screen for Leonard.

"Quick shot."

Hardaway yelled, Leonard was a little anxious, forced himself to calm down, and shot under the interference of Childs.

"Leonard's position is not very good, three-point shot."

"The goal was scored, and the goal was very beautiful!"

The commentator cheered happily, and the fans also cheered happily.

Great, great, another three-pointer.

Just now Hardaway's three-pointer was hit back by Yan Song, and this time the score was reduced to 4 points. The situation of the Heat is much better.

And there are about 9 minutes left in the third quarter.

For another three-pointer by the Heat, Ewing just wanted to say one thing.

"Let Yan Song continue to shoot, and if Yan Song doesn't shoot, let Houston shoot."

Ewing didn't believe it, the Heat's three-pointer would be better than the Knicks.

They are professional three-pointers, and Van Gundy even thought about letting himself practice three-pointers.

The five people on the field have a tacit understanding, and everyone knows who should give the ball to.

At this time, in order to prevent Yan Song from continuing to shoot, the Heat also double-teamed him.

Brown and Hardaway have been by Yan Song's side, and Yan Song signaled his teammates to pull away.

"Beep."

paused?

Yes, Van Gundy called a timeout, at times like this.

Yan Song walked to the bench with doubts, and before he could speak, Van Gundy said.

"All the starters went up, and the guards shot boldly with confidence."

The words fall.

Yan Song understood what Van Gundy meant. It was because he was afraid that he would not be able to make rebounds, so that people could go up to ensure the number of rebounds.

The substitutions were completed, and the five hurried back to the field without giving their opponents too much time.

"Pay attention to the Knicks' guard shooting. That's what they're threatening to us."

After Riley finished speaking, he put his hands on his waist and watched Mourning and others continue to fight.

"The Knicks served in the frontcourt, and the point difference was 4 points. The Heat still have a chance."

Explain the words.

Yan Song passed the ball, and Houston stopped at the top of the arc after receiving the ball, allowing Yan Song time to stand.

"I play the low post, you play the three-pointer."

Yan Song started to paddle, and after speaking, he pulled Ma Shibu and ran to the lower position.

Houston gave Yan Song the middle finger in his heart. This guy was going to hand over the three-pointer to himself and Childs.

"asshole."

Houston smiled and scolded Yan Song, broke through with the ball, and when he got to the free throw line and threw the ball to Yan Song in the low post, he no longer cared about the situation.

"Single him."

Ewing yelled like this, Leonard, who was about to go up to steal Yan Song after he finished speaking, actually stopped.

Mourning looked helpless, no, Ewing told Yan Song to single-handedly hit Mashbu, why did you stop?

Mourning didn't have time to ask his teammates to double-team Yan Song, so that's it. Mashbu's physical fitness is not bad, and Yan Song shouldn't score too easily.

Just as Mourning finished thinking, Yan Song bumped into Mashbu, and then turned around and shot a jumper with inertial force.

Because of the distance, Mashbu could only touch Yan Song's wrist. Yan Song made a two-pointer, and Mashbu hit Yan Song's wrist, causing a thug foul.

"and one."

Yan Song shouted happily, the ball was 2+1, and as long as he hit a free throw, he would get a three-pointer.

Yan Song has a good idea, and his free throw percentage is also good.

So far, Yan Song has always made 100% free throws and never missed a free throw.

After all, Yan Song will not refuse the free points, and will try his best to get them.

Everyone stood up, Yan Song received the referee's pass and made a free throw, making up for Leonard's three-pointer just now.

Now, Yan Song scored 28 points and will soon reach 30 points.

"Give me another ball in a while, and I will get assists."

Yan Song ran to his teammates and talked with them, and the four of them were very happy.

Yan Song now has a total of 4 assists. It seems that he has the idea of ​​​​making a double-double.

The four quickly agreed, just joking, can you refuse a pass to you?

Soon, another round of the Heat's offense ended, and Mourning made a tip-up from the basket.

Mourning has not given up on the game until now, and he always feels that there is still hope.

...

"then."

Houston smiled and passed the ball to Yan Song, as if trying to curry favor with Yan Song.

Houston thought so too.

"Hee hee, big brother must pass the ball to me later."

...

After Yan Song got the ball, he was in the low position on the right and started as a three-threat.

In the next second, Yan Song made a fierce probing step, and Ma Shibu followed suit, shaking for a while, but quickly made up again.

Seeing that Mashbu was easily fooled, Yan Song pretended to shoot again. Mashbu made another move, and Yan Song followed up with another probing step.

Ma Shibu was swayed one after another, and when he was confused, he watched Yan Song blow the ball back and make a mid-range shot.

Now, Yan Song scored 30 points, and the other four Knicks all had smiles on their faces. Great, Yan Song scored 30 points.

According to the agreement, he will definitely pass the ball now.

Yan Song did keep his promise, and after the Heat finished their offense, he ran forward with the ball.

"Pull it off, pull it off."

Yan Song waved his left hand, and his teammates pulled away one after another.

In the next second, Ma Shibu, who was defending Yan Song, stretched out his hand to make a steal. Yan Song broke through quickly and jumped to the basket.

Seeing that Yan Song was about to jump and throw, Mourning hurriedly stepped forward.

But as soon as he moved, he realized something was wrong. Yan Song didn't throw the shot, he passed the ball.

"Beautiful ground pass, Ewing catches the ball and dunks!"

The commentator shouted excitedly, and Ewing roared into the sky after dunking.

Immediately after high-fiving Yan Song, he said another sentence.

"It's a win!"

After finishing speaking, Ewing showed his big white teeth.

Yan Song knew that he was very happy, and everyone in the Knicks was very happy.

This cooperation caused the morale of the Heat to drop again, and the game ended in the fourth quarter.

The Heat never surpassed the Knicks from the beginning, and the Knicks won this game 98-87.

Mourning was convinced of the defeat. He finally saw the horror of the Knicks. He never thought that Yan Song, a rookie, could really get such a status in a team.

It seems that the Knicks' trust in Yan Song is not at 01:30, the league, there will be another terrible player in the future...

　The Knicks are 1:0 to the Heat, temporarily leading.

(End of this chapter)