from the golden generation

Chapter 131 Honor
With the end of the first round of the playoffs, the newly released data of the major lists will also be released.

The first award is also the one that Yan Song is most concerned about.

The regular season MVP, the player who won this honor is Karl Malone from the Jazz.

In the 96-97 season, Malone played a total of 82 games, averaging 27.4 points, 9.9 rebounds, and 4.5 assists per game.

"The statistics are strong, but I don't think the MVP will be you."

Yan Song originally thought that the regular season MVP would be Jordan's, or himself.

Looking at Ma Long's happy appearance in the photo, Yan Song sighed and continued to check the collected list.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Song came up with the first, second, and third lineups for the 96-97 season.

first team.

Center: Olajuwon.

Power Forward: Karl Malone.

Small Forward: Hill.

Guard: Michael Jordan.

The above four are all one of the best existences.

But Yan Song didn't care about this, he just stared at the last name of the best team, and started to be dazed.

"Point guard, Yan Song!"

A line of big characters is like thunder.

What Yan Song looked at was staring, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Ahhh!"

Yan Song fell to the ground, Huston was drinking water in the lounge, and seeing Yan Song suddenly collapsed at his feet, his body shaking, really frightened him.

"I'll go, what's the situation."

Houston was sweating anxiously while patting Yan Song's chest anxiously.

I saw that Yan Song slowly raised his hand and pointed to the information on the table.

Houston didn't know why, so he glanced at it after taking it.

"My Falk?"

Houston couldn't hold back his curse, and fell to the ground in the next second.

This is fake, it must be fake, Yan Song is a rookie, a rookie.

How could it appear in the list of the best team?

Don't you look at who the other people are in the first team, can they be willing to give a rookie the same frame as the first team?

Houston was a little skeptical about life, and the actions of the two attracted Ewing.

Seeing that the two were lying on the ground, Ewing first showed an expression and waited until Houston gave him the list.

After Ewing finished reading, he just said something lightly.

"Hey, it's a pity, I didn't make it for a while."

Invisible equipment 13, the most deadly.

Houston was about to speak, but Ewing continued.

"I know what you mean, Yan Song is a rookie, you don't think he should be in the best team, right?"

The words fall.

Houston hummed.

Ewing continued.

"Look, Yan Song averaged 25.5 points per game, did he crush many people?"

"Yes."

"Isn't Yan Song averaging 4+4 rebounds and assists per game?"

The words fall.

Houston goes on.

"Then you see, the matter is very simple. There is no doubt about Yan Song's use of data to crush competitors."

After Ewing finished speaking, he put on a helpless expression.

What do you think I am doing? I am not the one who let Yan Song enter the best team.

After the matter was settled, Ewing helped Yan Song up, and handed over the other two lists to Yan Song by the way.

After Yan Song took the list, he didn't continue to look down, just threw it away.

"What to look at, I've been watching for a while, and I'm still looking for someone after the second battle!"

What he said was domineering, but Ewing rolled his eyes and pinched his ears.

What do you mean by that, I don't know if I'm in the second team?
I think your wings are hardened, you can't control it anymore, right?

Ewing pulled Yan Song's ears so hard that Yan Song wanted to run away but couldn't.

It wasn't until Ewing relieved his anger that he let go.

Yan Song looked at the red and swollen ears, muttered in his heart, and secretly scolded Ewing in his heart.

Yan Song doesn't care about those now, he is already floating with all the honors, and he can't hold it back even if he wants to.

"Don't be shy, there are still a few rosters. The coach tells you to go out for training after reading them."

After Ewing finished speaking, he pulled Houston out the door and left Yan Song alone.

Yan Song first adjusted his state and calmed down, but he heard that there are still the most improved players.

As long as a player improves quickly and is strong, he can be selected as the most improved player.

Expressing his excitement, Yan Song opened the list, but the name on the most improved player was not his own.

He was a second-round center in 1991, and Yan Song hadn't seen him much.

After a closer look, it turned out to be the Miami Heat's backup center.

Yan Song didn't even know his name, and didn't want to know.

He is very dissatisfied with the winner of this award, even if the award is not given to himself, it is better to give it to Wolf King Garnett.

And Rice, which one is not good for Jones, why do you give a small role player?

Yan Song didn't understand that a person with 9.7 points and 5.8 rebounds actually won an honorary award.

Yan Song crumpled this page into a paper ball and threw it into the trash can, where the trash should stay.

Yan Song glanced at the last few pages. The best defensive player is Dikembe Mutombo, and the best sixth man is the Knicks' substitute, Starks. These are not surprising.

The best coach is from the Miami Heat, Pat Riley.

Best defensive lineup.

For a while, Michael Jordan, Pippen, Payton, Malone and Mutombo.

In the second round, Yan Song didn't look at it. He sorted out the materials, put them in a bag, and went out to prepare for training.

Seeing Yan Song come out of the lounge with a smile on his face, everyone knew that this kid had won the award.

As soon as he walked to the crowd, Yan Song smiled.

"Starks, you won the best sixth man."

"Well, thanks, I already know."

The other party replied to Yan Song expressionlessly, but Yan Song still kept a smiling face.

This is the time to keep smiling and wait for them to ask me what award I won.

1 minutes passed...

2 minutes passed...

None of them spoke.Only Yan Song still showed his big white teeth.

"Ask, you all talk, you all ask me what award I won."

Yan Song roared in his heart, forcing a smile that was already stiff and uncontrollable.

Houston looked at the ugly Yan Song and laughed for a while, Yan Song followed suit with a cold snort.

If you don't laugh at yourself, you don't say anything. What do you mean by smiling now? It must be that you colluded with the big guys to make me look bad.

Yan Song took off his sneakers immediately, and Houston's smile disappeared instantly when he saw this, and he also understood something.

Hey, I didn't tell you, Ewing said just now, don't let us ask you what award you won.

Just as Houston was about to tell Yan Song the truth, he saw that the soles of his shoes were already in front of his eyes.

If he couldn't explain clearly, there was nothing he could do. Houston ran away.

Yan Song was limping after Houston with one shoe on.

Houston ran and yelled anxiously, wanting Ewing to come and save him.

"Ewing, coach, save me quickly."

The words fall.

No one responded to Houston.

Van Gundy is now angry about not getting the best coach.

Grandma's, obviously the Knicks led by him are the biggest dark horse this year.

They still have the strongest rookie in charge, so why not give themselves the best coach?

Ok?
(End of this chapter)