from the golden generation

Chapter 17 Coordination (please recommend for collection)
The two met and smiled, and O'Neill ran into the inside line, ready to meet the enemy.

Coach Van Gundy on the sidelines lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"That might be the way to go with O'Neill, but..."

Before he could figure it out, he raised his head and looked towards the field.

At this time, Yan Song had reached the Lakers penalty area and made a throw.

I saw O'Neal, who weighed more than 300 pounds, stand up and block the ball.

"slightly."

O'Neill stuck out his tongue at Yan Song, took big steps, and continued to participate in the attack.

"He's so fat, how can he jump so high?"

Yan Song was shocked. A [-]-pound fat man had more explosive power than some young men who looked burly.

"That big fat man, how old is he this year?"

After Yan Song took the ball, he asked Ward.

Ward said.

"You said Shaquille O'Neal, he is 24 this year."

After Ward finished speaking, Yan Song had black lines on his face. Is this 24 years old?

"I…"

Yan Song hesitated to speak, and took advantage of the opportunity to be haunted by death.

Steal Van Exel and then launched a fast break.

"Let you cover me."

Yan Song went inside the Lakers again, held up the basketball, and dunked with one arm.

Goal scored, home fans cheer.

I also saw Yan Song imitating O'Neill's big stride with style.

Inside Madison Square Garden, there is a cheerful atmosphere.

After two quarters of fierce fighting, there was a halftime break.

The Knicks had nothing to do with O'Neal's offense at the basket, but Yan Songward both fired.

The two shot together and used three-pointers to force the score.

The Lakers did not find a chance to open the score.

O'Neal did not play in the third quarter, and Houston replaced Ward.

And Ewing, who was frustrated for half the time, found a chance to take revenge.

The Knicks made a sudden effort in the third quarter, tearing the Lakers inside one after another.

And Kobe, who was on the Lakers bench, was still nagging the head coach, hoping to play.

as he wished.

Yan Song and Houston had no solution in the third quarter, coupled with Ewing's efforts.

The Lakers fell behind by eight points for a while.

Kobe Bryant played as he wished, Yan Song also smiled when he saw him coming.

Kobe stood beside him, and Yan Song bent over, waiting for the frontcourt to serve.

Houston ran and received the pass. When he passed the ball to Yan Song, Kobe found a chance to steal it.

Yan Song followed Kobe to the right, and Kobe made a three-step layup.

Yan Song reached out to block the shot, but caused a foul by the thug.

Miss the ball and get a free throw opportunity.

Free throw hit.

Yan Song attacked with the ball, and when he reached the left three-point line, his pace was still slow.

Kobe is very serious about defense, and his hands will step forward to interfere from time to time.

Yan Song suddenly exerted strength, and passed Kobe without slowing down in disguise.

Kobe hurried forward, but to no avail.

"The signature ground pass, assisting Ewing again."

As the announcer said, Yan Song attracted the opponent's firepower and distributed the ball to Ewing.

"Beep."

The Lakers coach called a timeout and replaced tired players, including Kobe, who scored only one point.

Kobe was unwilling to end the game, but the head coach made a final decision and could not be refuted.

Kobe could only cover himself with a towel in frustration, looking at Yan Song who was still in high spirits on the field.

Kobe suddenly envied him...

"Yan Song is still feeling hot today, scoring 21 points in three quarters, four assists, one steal and one rebound."

Yan Song's profile picture appeared in the lower left corner of the big screen, and the fans cheered.

The audience in front of the TV, leaning against the screen, stared at the future leaders of New York.

At least they thought so.

The game came to the fourth quarter.

The score between the two sides still failed to open, O'Neal scored 27 points and eight rebounds.

Ewing was still pressed and beaten in the fourth quarter, very angry.

And you can't beat the opposing player just because of this.

Ewing shook his head, staying awake.

Fortunately, today, Yan Song and Houston's mid-range and three-pointers have been very stable.

Otherwise the game might be over.

Moreover, Yan Song didn't know that the Lakers were among the teams that were interested in him.

But they already got Kobe, but they didn't give Kobe too much chance and playing time.

This is undoubtedly unfair to Kobe.

But so what, the NBA is a business league.

The interests of the team come first. Watching Yan Song score one goal after another and assist again and again.

This makes many people jealous.

How can a rookie have so many firing rights...

"98-98."

The two sides tied again, and there were about 3 minutes left in the time.

Kobe once again offered himself and asked to play.

But to no avail, the coach again dismissed his request.

And Jones on the court was obviously tired, and the Knicks sent Ward on the court again.

He also exchanged opposing players with Yan Song.

If the Lakers continue like this, they will lose sooner or later.

"boom."

The shark went out to sea and dunked into the frame.

O'Neal now has more than [-] points and currently leads the Knicks temporarily.

"Yan Song! Yan Song!"

The home fans cheered one after another and asked Yan Song to command the attack.

And Yan Song also had to admire the league's propaganda efforts, he never read reports about boasting about himself.

I really don't know, what did they write themselves into?
Yan Song received a pass from his teammate from the bottom line, with his back to Jones, and with his left foot as the center, he turned around and the basketball swept low.

Drop the ball to the left for a drive.

"boom."

The basketball hits the ground, and Jones' center of gravity tilts to the right.

But watching Yan Song throw the ball to the left, turn his back to him again, turn around and pass him.

Then he made an open shot and scored the goal.

"One hundred square meters!"

There are two minutes and 12 seconds left in the clock.

Yan Song has too many offensive methods.

Most of the reasons for this are because he has too many masters and has learned too much from others.

This makes Yan Song's offensive methods diverse, and you don't know which method Yan Song wants to use to score.

...

Soon, the two sides took turns to attack several times, playing very steadily, without risking three-point shots.

The score continued until the last moment, and it was still 110 to 110.

But time, only 14 seconds left.

The Lakers had an absolute advantage, and Jones launched the final attack.

Deliberately delayed for a few seconds, when it was finally time to complete a strong attack at the basket.

The ball was passed to O'Neal, and O'Neal became the focus of the audience.

Everyone watched O'Neal's movements nervously, only to see him join the ball and prepare to jump.

O'Neal raised the ball and was about to dunk the basketball into the hoop.

But he was hugged by Yan Song again and completed the foul.

As for basketball, it was blocked by Ewing.

The Lakers got one free throw.

[-] seconds left.

O'Neill rubbed his big hands, still leaning on the basketball with five fingers.

"Shh."

The ball goes in.

O'Neal's free throw rate was worrying, but he was ordered in the face of danger and made a free throw.

[-] seconds, one point behind.

Knicks stood on the edge of a cliff.

Yan Song replaced O'Neal and became the player everyone paid attention to again.

"Beep."

The Knicks paused to discuss the personnel for the final attack.

Before everyone got together, Yan Song had already started to make arrangements.

Let the inside power forward screen for Ewing, and let the other teammates pull away.

Empty the inside line and let Houston, who has a stable CIC, wait at a 45-degree angle on the right.

After Yan Song finished speaking, he looked at Coach Van Gundy.

The coach is speechless, you've finished talking, what else do you want me to say?
"Go! Go! Go!"

Van Gundy drove away the five.

The five players entered the field half-believingly and took positions according to the positions arranged by Yan Song.

The left side of the inside line is empty, and the power forward deliberately gets close to O'Neal.

"Di."

Yan Song took the referee's ball and jumped around looking for an opportunity.

Houston was defended to death, there was no way.

The small forward was restrained again, and Yan Song made a new move.

at the last second.Throw the basketball all the way.

Fly to the basket.

"crazy?"

Kobe shouted, but the coach on the side seemed to have foreseen it in advance.

He covered his eyes and lowered his head.

O'Neal was defended to death, basketball is not going to the basket.

Rather, it's above the right side of the basket.

At this time, Ewing had already jumped up, and the gorilla caught Yan Song's lob.

One-armed dunk.

The ball goes into the whistle.

Ewing catches the lore!

　The second update is earlier, not more than half of the eleven o'clock update.

　　Hahahahahaha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)