from the golden generation

Chapter 124 Playoff Game [-]!wasp
"Now the audience, the fans in front of the TV, welcome everyone to Madison Garden, the home of the Knicks!"

"Next, let's welcome our home team, New York! Knicks!"

After the host finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the camera showed the dark player tunnel.

All the lights are given to the player tunnel.

There was an uproar in the audience, and countless fans excitedly waved the items in their hands, including popcorn buckets, everywhere.

"Let's welcome! The starting power forward of the New York Knicks, Charles Oakley!"

The host cheered excitedly, and Oakley, who is 203cm tall, rushed out from the player channel.

His face was expressionless and very stern.

"Next, let's welcome, starting small forward, Larry Johnson!"

There was another burst of cheers. Johnson, who is 198cm tall, had the same expression and complexion as Oakley, and he didn't seem to be joking.

"Next, let us welcome the superstar player of the New York Knicks, Patrick! Yo! Yin!"

The host played a long tune, and Ewing slowly walked out of the dark passage, his steps were steady and powerful.

"Ewing!"

"Ewing!"

The fans on both sides stretched out their hands and yelled. They all held pens in their left hands and paper in their right hands, hoping to get Ewing's autograph.

It's a pity that Ewing didn't have the time to pay attention to them, walking past them made many people regret.

...

"Boy Yan is about to play."

"almost."

In front of the TV, Jordan was holding a cigar in his left hand and crossing his legs, waiting for Yan Song to appear.

Sitting next to Pippen and Rodman, and Phil Jackson.

Watching the game today was all Jordan's idea. Rodman originally wanted to go out to play, but this time Jordan insisted on pulling him over, and he couldn't run even if he wanted to.

"What's so good about this kid? It's fun to have girls."

Rodman began to complain, and transferred the object of hatred to Yan Song, blaming Yan Song for insisting on playing today.

The girls were all waiting for me...

"Stop nagging, Dennis, Houston has passed, and Yan Song will be next."

With that, Pippen pulled Rodman back onto the couch.

Immediately, Yan Song's upturned face appeared on the TV.

As soon as Yan Song came out, Rodman clenched his fist, and he suddenly wanted to beat this kid up, really, really badly...

Just watching, Yan Song walked vigorously amidst the screams, and high-fived the fans on both sides of the player tunnel.

"Idol, sign me up."

A little boy squeezed out from the crowd, holding a pen and paper in his hand, looking at Yan Song with big watery eyes.

Yan Song heard the little boy's voice, but he did not choose to ignore it.

joke.I am very fond of fans, okay?

In the next second, Yan Song in the camera went straight to the auditorium, and a large number of fans crowded over.

Yan Song quickly waved to indicate that there are children here, don't be too reckless and hurt the children.

"Idol autograph for me."

The little boy stretched his hands out of the guardrail and handed the paper and pen to Yan Song. Yan Song picked up the pen and swiped his name on it, touched the head of the little fan, and then turned and left.

Looking at the back of Yan Song who turned around gracefully, the little boy's heart was full of turmoil, and a feeling was urging himself.

"I also want to be like him and be a professional basketball player..."

Yan Song entered the arena gracefully, and the way he did just now was praised by many people, but Yan Song didn't care about it.

After high-fiving the teammates one by one, it was the Charlotte Hornets' turn to enter.

Yan Song didn't look at that end the whole time. The opponent was not strong, and even in the playoffs, he could not escape the fate of being defeated by the Knicks.

Yan Song leaned on his waist, chewing candy, not paying attention to his opponent.

After a while.

All the players of the Hornets entered the field. Yan Song looked at Boggs in front of him and sneered.

Johnson on the side looked like Yan Song who was sick and scratched his head.

What happened to Yan Song today?Crazy or overexcited.

From the moment he got on the bus, Yan Song was able to do normal things, and he was surprised when he just signed autographs for young fans.

Others are some abnormal behaviors, standing or not standing, sitting or sitting, what are you doing?
And the facts are similar to what Johnson thought. Yan Song was indeed excited, very excited.

He just can't control himself now, he just wants to make a fuss.

If the host and commentator hadn't been nagging, I wouldn't be in this state.

A few minutes later, Yan Song really couldn't control himself. After hearing the whistle that he had dreamed of, Yan Song raised his face again.

The game finally started, and the whistle for the playoffs sounded much better.

Thinking, Yan Song walked to where he was standing.

"The two sides are ready, the Hornets' starting lineup is Boggs, Mason, Rice, Divac and Pierce."

"I don't know if the Hornets can withstand the pressure and resist the Knicks' offense."

Explain the words.

Ewing rose from the ground and jumped at the same time as Divac.

The two even touched the basketball at the same time, but Ewing was slightly better, taking the lead for the Knicks and getting the first chance to attack.

"Attack! Attack!"

Yan Song could no longer hold the ball in his right hand.

As soon as it came up, the speed was very fast, which shocked everyone.

"Isn't this kid afraid of wasting energy?"

Rice was a little surprised, but immediately stepped up to defend.

Although Boggs is next to him, his height can't pose a threat to Yan Song, and he can easily be shot and scored.

That's why he came over to make up defense.

But as soon as Rice walked over, Yan Song started to accelerate and reached the sky in one step.

Rice tried to hold Yan Song with his hands, making him back up.

But how can strong physical fitness be so easy to stop.

Yan Song staggered Rice, went straight to the basket, and scored with a pull bar.

"nice shot!"

"Good work, but you still need to save some energy."

While encouraging Yan Song, his teammates reminded Yan Song of his physical problems.

They are not machines, people get tired, and they have to rest when they are tired.

If Yan Song continues to attack like this for a long time, he will have to rest in a short time.

At that time, when the Knicks' firepower was weak, it would give opponents an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Got it, I'm excited, let's vent."

Yan Song responded with these words, and his teammates nodded, expressing their understanding.

After all, no matter how strong a rookie is, he is only 18 years old, and his psychological endurance is not that high. There will definitely be pressure in the face of the playoffs.

And the best way to solve the pressure and release the pressure is to vent it.

No one thinks Yan Song's approach is wrong. Five players return to the defense, and the man-to-man defense is stricter.

Boggs used his short stature to pass Houston.

Boggs sprinted into the lane looking like he was going for a layup.

But he won't, the weakness of his height makes him like a fish on a chopping board inside, hard to resist.

If the attack is selected now, Boggs has a [-]% chance of being blocked.

　Sea cucumber is sick (cough cough)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)