from the golden generation

Chapter 19 The Master of Feint

Iverson once again reached the Knicks inside, broke through and scored another three-pointer.

Yan Song was not bad at all. In the next round, he relied on a layup and added a penalty, and also scored a three-pointer.

From the beginning to the end, almost every goal scored was wonderful, and they all did their best.

Although both of them graduated from Georgetown University.

But how can there be so much love in the game, and there is no mercy.

Even Coach John is still sitting in front of the TV and has already drank two large glasses of beer.

"These two boys are really cruel."

...

this round.

Ward continued to break through, but due to physical reasons, he couldn't get rid of the opponent for a long time.

Then he passed the ball to Yan Song on the left, and Yan Song was tireless.

Once again, Iverson mobilized Iverson's center of gravity by using feints, broke through from the left, and entered the penalty area.

76ers center, Scott Williams saw Yan Song come over.

It's a headache, not just to prevent or not to prevent.

But when he hesitated, Yan Song would not give him time to think.

Then the amazing strength of the legs exploded, like a spring.

Williams, who was still stunned and demented, fell to the ground.

Dunk the ball into the hoop.

"Yan Song dunks a center forward who is [-] meters tall, and he still dunks the opponent down."

Yan Song walked past him domineeringly, while Ewing and others praised him.

Pushing and shoving Yan Song at the same time, it is domineering enough, I like it.

The atmosphere on the scene has reached a climax, and some fans even bought a lot of popcorn and sprinkled it, excited and excited.

Williams, who was knocked down, was pulled up by his teammates, and he only felt that his state and momentum were gone.

There is still some numbness in the body, which is uncontrollable.

"Look, the basket is still shaking."

The fans heard the sound and looked, and the basket was indeed still on and off.

If you look carefully, you can also find that even the entire basketball hoop is shaking slightly.

This action was immediately replayed, and Yan Song looked at the screen.

Just like a glider, he flew to the basket to complete the dunk two steps before the free throw line.

Yan Song was speechless, and made some physical contact with Iverson.

Iverson received the ball, turned his elbow, and Yan Song slammed his neck.

Put your hand on Iverson's waist, trying to steal the opponent.

Unfortunately, as soon as Yan Song's attention was distracted, Iverson immediately passed him in one step.

CIC scored and the score was overtaken again.

Seeing this posture, the announcer more or less meant to kill him again.

"It seems that there is no way to draw the score between the two sides. They are evenly matched. Will the lore be staged again?"

The words fall.

Yan Song took a step behind the three-point line, exerting force on his toes, and his body's center of gravity was upward.

Pad jumper.

He hit a three-pointer from a 45-degree angle and scored 28 points.

then.

Yan Song possesses a sharpshooter, and has made three-threat shots from outside the three-point line many times.

Every time Iverson's center of gravity is adjusted, he will move after a fake shot, or make a shot on the spot.

With an unreasonable three-pointer, the score was opened.

I also got my first thirty plus.

"How did Yan improve so fast?"

Iverson was replaced, and so was Yan Song.

Houston handed the towel to Yan Song to let him have a good rest.

Seeing Iverson looking at him, Yan Song grinned.

The two only wished they could go to each other's bench to chat, they could only be like Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Gestures, using their facial movements, convey information.

I saw Iverson clapping the ball with his hands, making a shooting posture, and then gave a thumbs up.

Yan Song began to analyze the information of the movement, pat the ball and shoot, thumbs up.

"Oh, I'm saying I'm good at basketball."

Yan Song then pointed to Iverson, made a crossover gesture, and gave a thumbs up.

Meaning, your disguise is strong and awesome.

The two chatted enthusiastically, but the referee happened to pass by Yan Song and saw him making gestures.

The referee pointed at Yan Song and said.

"Don't make small moves, or I will warn you once."

The words fall.

Iverson on the other end fell on the shoulders of his teammates, leaning forward and back with a smile.

"Humph."

Yan Song was grinning on the surface, but in his heart he was abusive.

Waiting, I have a chance to see if I don't kill you all.

Time came to the fourth quarter.

It was as if the coaches of both sides had made an appointment, and neither Iverson nor Yan Song played again.

Seeing that the score kept going up and down, both of them were anxious to return to their ancestors.

They all demanded to play.

But the head coach didn't allow it, and the two had nothing to do.

"What are you doing? Why don't you let me play to open the score."

Yan Song was puzzled, Ward said.

"The coach may want you to play at a critical time. There are only one or two timeouts left on both sides. In order to adjust, the coach is also afraid that you will not be strong enough."

As Ward said, both Yan Song and Iverson were sent to the field in the final stage of the game.

They can fire and score at will, because the score difference is extremely small.

So they have to be steady and try to score the ball as much as possible.

"Yan Song! Yan Song!"

The fans shouted excitedly, Yan Song blocked their voices, and launched an attack from the left three-point line.

Yan Song first passed the ball to Houston.

Houston passed the ball back to Yan Song, Yan Song took a step to the right in a probing step, and then made a shooting action.

He raised the ball to try to mobilize Iverson's center of gravity, but Iverson was not hit.

Yan Song half-turned and tried to shift Iverson's center of gravity again.

Regardless of the opponent's reaction, Yan Song turned around again and faked another shot.

Iverson's center of gravity was finally adjusted, and Yan Song stepped forward.

Deviate in the air and throw the ball.

Two points scored, realistic, continuous fake moves made it difficult for Iverson to deal with.

Iverson immediately received a pass from his teammates and quickly launched an offense.

Hitting Yan Song by surprise, Yan Song quickly returned to defense.

Iverson is still killing towards the right at a very fast speed.

Yan Song successfully defended, but it was difficult to stop due to inertia.

I saw that Iverson took advantage of Yan Song's point, and quickly dropped the ball on his crotch and retreated.

Yan Song couldn't move forward, staggered and exposed his arms, trying to block the shot.

It's a pity that Iverson is also ridiculously strong, and he also scored the ball.

Iverson raised his arms and shouted, equally domineering.

next round.

Yan Song stood on the right side.

Iverson chose to stick to defense this time, constantly trying to steal Yan Song.

Yan Song held the ball with both hands and swept the ball from above his head, because Iverson couldn't touch it.

Followed by.

Yan Song used the three threats again and continued to move forward with tentative steps.

Sudden.

Yan Song stepped forward with his right foot, and his body showed signs of breaking through.

Iverson's center of gravity changed slightly, and Yan Song immediately received the ball and bent his knees.

Iverson was shocked and jumped up to block the shot.

But he followed Yan Song's way, and Yan Song pushed his toes and rushed out.

"Don't defend yourself."

Iverson yelled at his teammates.

But the teammates didn't react, and saw Yan Song throw the ball fiercely.

Houston in the bottom corner received the ball wide open, and then made a steady hit.

The audience cheered again.

"The Philadelphia 76ers are three points behind, and the game has reached a critical moment."

"Beep."

The 76ers called a timeout.

The fans finally had some rest, drinking water to moisten their throats.

　The first update, hehehehe.

　　Recommended tickets, collection support.

　　


(End of this chapter)