from the golden generation

Chapter 160

Chapter 160

After feeling for a long time, Yan Song stretched his waist and threw Yan Yaqi in the training room.

Yan Song went out to the stadium, maintaining his hot touch was more important than anything else.

After a while, Yan Song entered the court, and Oakley and Houston were singled out on the court.

Ewing and the others sat on the bench, their chests and backs were soaked.

"Come on!"

Van Gundy greeted.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, so who wins?"

Van Gundy asked knowingly, Yan Song put down his backpack and said.

"The Rockets won, 1 to 2."

After the words fell, Van Gundy hummed in confusion.

This seemed to be beyond his expectations.

Unexpectedly, the Rockets withstood the pressure and really won a game.

They are 1 to 2, and the Knicks and Bulls are 1 to 1.

However, the third game will start tomorrow. The battle between the two teams is very interesting. Either the Bulls crush the Knicks, or the Knicks crush the Bulls.

Yan Song didn't talk too much with everyone, his right eyelid was always twitching these days, either he was going to lose or something bad was going to happen.

"Boom."

The ball landed at Yan Song's feet, and Yan Song picked it up and shot a three-pointer.

"Shh."

The goal is so simple, the sound of brushing the basket is addictive.

"Alan, come fight with me, you can only dribble three times."

The words fall.

Houston glanced at Oakley first, and Oakley exited the game tactfully. The two of them have never won against Houston.

Yan Song now proposes the rules of American bullfighting, dribble three times, which is not a good thing for Houston.

Who on the Knicks team doesn't know that Yan Song is notorious for not dribbling the ball, and the offense always shoots once and rushes twice.

Someone blocked him and resisted. Before the bullfight started, the few people in the field guessed who would win and who would lose.

"You mentioned heads-up, you attack first."

Houston suddenly became polite and threw the ball, Yan Song took it with a smile.

"Which one of us is with whom, don't worry I won't get inside."

After all, Yan Song blew the ball to the right and made a three-pointer.

"Your uncle's!"

Houston jumped up in a hurry, but the kid actually mocked himself and didn't go inside.

Before he could answer, he shot directly without talking about his morality.

"Shh."

The ball scored, Yan Song stood outside the inside line and waited for the ball to roll over by itself.

Seeing this scene, Houston couldn't stand it anymore.

It’s true that if you don’t get into the inside line, you don’t get into the inside line, you really have the guts.

Seeing Houston's face turned black, Yan Song threw the ball to the opponent.

Change of hair, now it's Houston's offensive round, every dribble is very important, there are only three opportunities.

The ball is exchanged once more, and the rules are clear to both sides.

Hesitating that Yan Song is taller than Houston, Houston sweeps the ball low to find an opportunity.

"Boom."

Breaking through on the right, Houston dribbled once, and then, Houston dribbled back, which was the second dribble.

In the end, Houston jumped back after a dribble, shot from outside the three-point line, and also scored a three-pointer.

"cut."

Houston raised his nose, a little smug.

But Yan Song didn't wait for him to finish loading 13, he rushed out with an acceleration, stopped for a jump shot, and Yan Song scored another goal.

The people off the court also started booing, and they all started laughing at Houston. Houston gestured and said.

"You go ahead, what are you coaxing?"

As soon as Houston finished speaking, Ward stood up.

"I'll try."

Ward strode onto the court, and Yan Song continued the first attack.

Ward will not give Yan Song too many chances, his hands will sweep towards the ball from time to time.

"Don't give up your focus so easily."

Yan Song reminded that in the next second, he passed Ward with one step, and made another emergency stop jump shot.

"Shh."

After hitting two points, Ward was not discouraged. Yan Song's strength is well known.

When it was his turn to attack, he was shorter than Houston, and Yan Song's defense against him could be described as blocking out the sky.

Ward broke through, his speed was not slow, and Yan Song followed behind him, as if he was releasing water.

Ewing smiled and said.

"Yan Song wants to cover him."

After Ewing finished speaking, Ward jumped up to make a layup, Yan Song followed suit, dunking the ball with his huge palm and good wingspan.

It seems that Ewing already knows Yan Song very well, and he only needs to take a look to know what Yan Song is thinking and what he will do next.

Seeing Yan Song who showed off his muscles on the field, everyone laughed again and again.

Then, Oakley, Johnson and others challenged Yan Song one after another.

They also have their own advantages, but slow speed is a common problem, and Yan Song is enough to take one move from them.

Besides, this is an ordinary one-on-one fight, and they will not use all their strength to defend desperately and risk their lives to attack.

In the end, Yan Song singled out everyone in the team.

Everyone sat on the bench and watched Yan Song train by himself, which was quite a pleasure.

"So young, God-like talent, 99 points of hard work..."

I don't know who said this by borrowing the scene, and everyone was a little touched.

Yes, the youngest person here is Yan Song, 18 years old is a very good age.

This big boy is very self-disciplined, he fights harder than anyone else, and wants to catch up with everyone and leave everyone behind him.

"This kid is crazy and young. I really don't know what good deeds he has done to be taken care of by God."

While chatting, everyone mentioned what happened to Yan Song before.

They still remember that immature boy, the confusion when he entered the arena for the first time, and the joy of sitting in the starting position when he played for the first time.

There was also the excitement when he scored the first point, and the smile of the first victory.

The few of them are more like Yan Song's elders, they can't give Yan Song any knowledge, and to put it mildly, they are not qualified.

Those who can teach others can only be superstars now, and they are the ones who can make him grow.

They are qualified teammates, qualified friends, brothers, family members...

But the status of several old guys has declined, which means no one will not know.

They may face the bad things of being traded or retired.

When they left, Ewing really didn't know who would tell Yan Song what to do and what not to do.

This kid is so crazy, no one can control him without them.

a time.

The arena, which was originally full of sweaty smell, suddenly felt sad and sad.

This feeling is contagious, and maybe Van Gundy's golden three years are the three years they still have to fight.

Three years is not exactly three years, but they are all about the same.

When the time comes to put an entire team on the shoulders of Yan Song, who is in his 20s, a lot of time has passed, and they will soon be able to see that scene.

Just like the 96 season that everyone met for the first time, how quickly it passed, 82 regular season games.

Several conflicts and battles to seek justice for the brothers.

Up to now, the Knicks have reached the semifinals, and two of the seven games have passed. If they beat the Bulls, they can continue to go down. If they can't beat them, they will return in vain...

(End of this chapter)