from the golden generation

Chapter 14
As Yan Song expected, the 96-97 season officially started on November [-]st.

And the Knicks happened to have an away game against the Raptors today.

Early this morning, Yan Song jumped up and down excitedly after learning about the schedule.

After tidying up his uniform and shoes, Yan Song actually wanted to set off.

However, the impatient Yan Song was stopped by his agent.

"The game is at night, it's useless if you go early in the morning."

The words fall.

Yan Song suddenly realized.

That's right, I blame myself for being too excited and dizzy.

Yan Song calmed down, and then ran to the training hall.

I practiced until the afternoon before flying to the home of the Raptors, the Canadian Airline Center Gymnasium.

As a team that has just joined the NBA, the Raptors will naturally not receive more attention than other teams.

And now the leader of the Raptors is said to be almost the same as Yan Song, a rookie.

It's just that the opponent was selected by the Raptors with the seventh overall pick in the first round of the 1995 draft and served as a point guard.

Yan Song sighed.

Look at others, they have only played for one year, and they are the main players.

And I still don't know what it can be mixed with.

Everyone on the plane was not idle, and they often teased the veteran inside, making fun of Yan Song.

But Yan Song accepted it. After all, this was the unspoken rule of the NBA, and he knew it.

As long as I have passed my rookie season, I can also play tricks on rookies.

night.

The plane goes down.

Everyone went to the Canadian Airlines Center gymnasium and entered the locker room.

"Yan Song, I read reports that Iverson, who is in the same university as you, scored [-] points today."

Houston finished.

Yan Song behaved calmly, as if he had expected it long ago.

Seeing his appearance, Houston thought he was mocking himself, and said casually.

"Hmph, I can also score thirty points tonight."

"Then you go on,"

Larry Johnson behind him said.

The words fall.

Houston airway.

"You take care of yourself. You are a power forward and I am a guard. Are you embarrassed?"

After Houston finished speaking, Johnson coughed and said.

"Then I won't give you the rebound if I grab it."

The words fall.

Houston was dumbfounded and smiled.

"Don't, buddy, we are the best, remember to pass the ball to me."

Johnson rolled his eyes at him, then looked at Yan Song again.

As for Yan Song, who had just finished putting on his jersey, Ewing called everyone over and formed a big circle.

Let's cheer together and win this game.

"Welcome everyone to come and watch the game between the Raptors and the Knicks."

The announcer announced the start of the game.

"First let's welcome our home team, the Toronto Raptors."

The audience was full of voices.

The home of the Raptors, fans undoubtedly support the Raptors.

However, there are some exceptions today. You can see some yellow-skinned people holding cardboards, waiting for a boy.

It's the New York Knicks' turn.

At this time, head coach Jeff Van Gundy swapped the positions of Houston and Yan Song.

"coach?"

Houston was stunned, Van Gundy said.

"Be aggrieved, this is what the president means."

Houston was speechless, and everyone entered the stadium amid cheers.

"Wow."

Looking at the dense crowd, the fans cheered excitedly.

In the huge arena, it is like a noisy nightclub.

However, Yan Song prefers this feeling.

At the same time, several Huang people behind the field held up a prepared cardboard with Yan Song's name written on it.

"You have a lot of fans."

Johnson laughed.

The words fall.

Five starters played.

The Huaxia people at the scene saw Yan Song as the starting player, just like the audience in front of the TV, they were very excited.

"Father, our compatriots are here."

The boy greeted his father at the dinner table with his rice bowl in his hand.

And the middle-aged man who kept his eyes open took all the food on the table to the coffee table when he heard it.

Watching the game with my son, I didn't notice my wife's eyes at all.

"The game is officially underway and the New York Knicks get their first chance on a jump ball."

Ewing passed the ball to Yan Song.

Yan Song was taken aback for a moment, then took the ball across the half court.

It's in my heart that I feel a little flustered for no reason.

He passed the ball to the team's point guard Charlie Ward.

Take it easy for yourself and give Ward a pick-and-roll.

And Ward got rid of his opponent and made a mid-range shot.

Got the first point of today's game.

"Good pick and roll."

Ward and Yan Song celebrated by high-fiving, and Yan Song also got the first assist in his career.

It's the Raptors' turn to attack.

The opponent's main player, Stoudemire, attacked with the ball.

Strongly rushed to the basket, and made a throw under Ward's defense, which was regarded as paying Ward back.

The ball was exchanged again, and Ward broke through many times, but was stopped by the opponent.

Then he passed the ball to Yan Song in the bottom corner.

"Three seconds left, quick shot."

Ewing yelled.

Yan Song made a three-pointer, but missed it.

Until Ewing grabbed the offensive rebound, played basketball hard and scored with a hook.

Yan Song shook his hands, calm down, so many people are watching.

Seeing that Yan Song felt a little unsuited to playing.

shouted Houston.

"Don't pay attention to those!"

"Ah."

Yan Song nodded and actively participated in defense and offense.

The score came to thirteen to fourteen.

The Raptors are temporarily ahead.

But in this attack, Yan Song made a three-pointer, leading the score by two points.

This made the Knicks fans and the Chinese people cheer happily.

...

The first quarter is over.

The score is now at 26-[-].

The Knicks lead.

But the head coach did not replace Yan Song, and still chose to let Yan Song play in the second quarter.

Yan Song, who has some touch, is not polite.

Teammates pass the ball and shoot alone, and break into the inside when they have the opportunity to attract the attention of the opponent's center.

Pass the ball to Ewing and score the assist.

For a while, the second quarter almost became a show for Yan Song and Ewing.

The two cooperated very well, and sometimes they could score a few alley-oops, which made the fans scream.

"Ten points, four assists and one rebound."

This is Yan Song's result after the second quarter.

Intermission.

After the cheerleaders danced, Yan Song sat on the bench.

Houston rubbed his wrists with a wicked smile on his face.

It's my turn to perform.

And the opponent player who was passed by Yan Song again and again, Christie.

But it is a bit more comfortable facing Houston, and can defend Houston.

Houston was annoyed and shot a three-pointer against the defender.

The basketball goes into the hoop, and the Houston trash talk begins.

"Only these two times?"

The opponent ignored Houston.

He ran back to the frontcourt, but Houston was so distracted that he didn't find Stoudemire passing the ball to him.

Let the opponent enter the inside, and Houston was anxious to defend, which caused another thug foul.

"2+1."

The opponent scored a free throw, and Christie taunted Houston again.

"Crossing you is as easy as crossing the road."

Houston was annoyed. Coach Van Gundy saw that Houston was out of proportion, which would affect the state of the game.

He replaced Houston and let Yan Song play again.

"You blow him up for me, don't pass the ball for assists, I told Ewing and the others just now, and the boss agreed."

"If you don't blow him up, I won't allow you to start in the future."

"Ah."

Yan Song received the mission from Houston.

It's more like a mission.

Looking at Christie who was still proud, Yan Song lost his smile and basically entered the state.

next round.

Facing Christie's defense, Yan Song leaned back and scored with difficulty.

After throwing in, Yan Song waved his hands helplessly.

Look at Houston's relief.

"Break him!"

The words fall.

The referee glanced at Houston, Houston noticed the gaze, and then calmed down.

And this time the Raptors' counterattack, Yan Song also made the same mistake as Houston.

Christie sneered, ready to dunk and kill Yan Song.

Unexpectedly, a gust of wind flashed behind him, a big hand destroyed the dunk, and the basketball fell to the ground.

Perfectly blocked the opponent.

"It's not right."

Christie was stunned, isn't this kid 1.9 meters?
He just noticed that the opponent's stature and weight have increased significantly.

Yan Song is now at least 1.9 meters eight, as for the weight.

After several times of confrontation, he could guess that Yan Song should be close to [-] kilograms.

And Yan Song has already pocketed the basketball and threw the long pass to Ward.

Ward made a European layup and scored two more points.

The victory of the game has basically been booked by the Knicks, and the morale of the Raptors is low.

I don't know if the last section will improve.

　The first update, thanks to Yunzaiben, Tietie for their continued support.

　　


(End of this chapter)