from the golden generation

Chapter 20 The king of lore kills 76 people!
The game is coming to an end, and the number of attacks by both sides is no more than three times.

The more this kind of moment, the more powerful the player can be reflected.

It can also prove whether he can take on the big responsibility and become a hero.

Yan Song and Iverson were too tired to stand upright. They played more than 48 minutes in 10 minutes.

And it has always been a high-intensity confrontation, which is extremely exhausting.

As for Yan Song's change, it exceeded Iverson's expectations.

He originally thought that it would take at least one or two years for Yan Song to pass the test.

But now, he has fought with himself for several rounds, and he is completely a perfect shooting guard.

And it has a wide field of vision, and it is also very threatening to break through and score the ball.

However, the stronger the opponent, the more excited Iverson was.

At the same time, he had to admire Yan Song's efforts.

I can imagine how much Yan Song has paid to become what he is now.

Although he doesn't know.

But each of Ewing, Houston, and Ward is very clear.

Go to the gym at the earliest and leave at the latest every day. One thousand or two hundred shots per day.

And there is also a series of various trainings such as special balance, strength confrontation, and reaction waiting for Yan Song.

Yan Song needs to complete it.

but.

Hard work pays off and hard work makes perfect players...

The two continued to play, and the short break did not make them feel relaxed.

At this time, Houston was looking at Yan Song with a very admiring gaze.

Brother, you are too hard.

Houston only had this short sentence in his mind, and Yan Song's hair was completely soaked.

It's no different from washing your hair, but Yan Song doesn't care about it.

He wants to win, he wants to win, he has to win.

"on!"

Yan Song replaced the point guard and let Houston score.

Yan Song slowly took the ball across the half court, not as casually as he did on the court.

Instead, it is very stable, first check whether your teammates have a chance.

Buck Williams picks and rolls for Houston.

This allows Houston to have an excellent shot opportunity.

People arrive at the ball.

As soon as Houston stood firm, Yan Song had already passed the ball.

Houston was ordered to face a wolf-like opponent in front of him.

He shot steadily, using familiar movements, just like usual training.

Press the wrist to shoot, the basketball spins!
The announcer brought the atmosphere to a point where it couldn't continue to rise.

Immediately afterwards, a three-pointer was scored, and the fans cheered.

Houston waved his arms excitedly.

Like boxing, punching the air hard.

Yan Song also ran up to him excitedly, stroking Houston's head.

Philadelphia was in a desperate situation, but in the next attack.

Iverson reversed the game and forcibly surpassed by one point.

The score fell behind.

Yan Song was very anxious, and after passing Iverson with three threats, he rushed to the basket.

Yan Song raised the ball with his right hand and took two big strides.

Unwilling to give up, Iverson reached for the ball and finally found the basketball.

"Number three, the thugs fouled!"

The referee's whistle sounded, and Iverson looked angry.

"My thug foul? I obviously only touched the ball."

Iverson was furious, and his teammates hurried forward to appease him, while Yan Song laughed at him.

The AI ​​is full of question marks, okay, I laughed at you just now, and now you laugh at me, you really know how to find the time.

As for the referee's penalty, everyone understood what was going on.

"Home whistle."

That is, favoring the home players.

But according to Yan Song, the league just wanted to push the game into overtime.Wait for Yan Song to score the free throw.

The atmosphere of the game will be pushed to a climax again, and the league will continue to promote Yan Song through this.

achieve what they want.

Yan Song walked to the free throw line with firm eyes and no other movements on his face except panting.

After receiving the referee's pass, under the watchful eyes of nearly [-] fans, Yan Song made a free throw to tie the score.

"110 six, better than 110 six."

The game was the same as the Knicks for the first time, the Raptors and the Lakers.

Equalized again.

But unlike the previous two games, there is no attack time now.

At [-] seconds, nothing can be done, even the ball can't be done with fingers.

The game went into overtime as everyone expected.

But Yan Song is really tired, and Iverson is also tired.

But they are not willing to end, but they have to obey the coach's arrangement.

"Yan Song takes a break, I will leave a timeout for substitutions."

Van Gundy patted the exhausted Yan Song, and it could be seen that he was really exhausted.

Almost a slight gust of wind could knock him down.

Sit on the bench.

Yan Song felt the long-lost sense of comfort, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the situation on the court is unpredictable, and it is uncertain when it will change.

No one can guarantee, nor dare to relax.

They all stared quietly, watching every move of the players on the field.

Philadelphia got its first chance on offense.

The two sides basically played each other off the bench, and the score was the same as before, and it still couldn't be opened.

This stalemate lasted until the last moment of the game, when Yan Song and others entered the field.

Madison Square Garden is like a large nightclub venue, rumbling.

The last 13 seconds, the moment of lore.

Yan Song thought about it in his heart, and patted his chest.

With a loud roar, this action made the fans even crazier.

The score was tied, 13 seconds later, the winner took the victory and became the winner of the night.

The loser can only leave regrets.

The Knicks serve in the frontcourt.

Yan Song got rid of Iverson under the cover of Williams and received a pass from Houston.

Two steps behind the three-point line, Yan Song held the basketball in his hand, and faced Iverson who stepped up to defend him, he was extremely calm.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Song attacked to the left and was blocked by Iverson.

Then half-turned and broke through to the right, and by the way, Iverson's hand on his waist was pushed away.

One step behind the three-point line, Yan Song combined the ball, and Iverson hurriedly stepped forward to block it.

But he was suddenly insignificant in Yan Song's eyes, and Yan Song leaned against Iverson to push out the space.

Under the extreme imbalance, he made a three-pointer.

Scored a three-pointer and entered the frame hollowly.

Yan Song smiled happily, this goal was more due to luck.

Leading by three points with luck.

With seven seconds remaining, Iverson broke through his physical limit and ran at top speed.

The exhausted Yan Song couldn't catch up no matter what.

Coleman made a precise long pass and handed the ball to Iverson.

Iverson stopped at the three-point line and shot directly without any hesitation.

After the shot, land.

Iverson raised his hand without even looking at it.

Put it on your left ear.

Immediately afterwards, the exclamation of the fans came to his ears, asking him to "have a good meal".

Iverson equalized with a three-pointer with [-] seconds left.

"Beep."

The last timeout of the game, Van Gundy just changed the serve point to the frontcourt.

Looking at Yan Song with unwavering eyes, he believed him.

"Let it be over, I don't want another overtime game."

Van Gundy's words were astonishing, and Ewing was slightly shocked. Is the coach crazy?

Houston re-entered the frontcourt and took the referee's pass.

"One second... hoo."

"Two seconds..."

I saw that Yan Songqiang dragged his already overdrawn body and ran from the bottom line to kill him.

Behind him, Iverson chased his prey like a wild wolf.

Yan Song held his breath and received a pass from Houston at the three-point line.

Yan Song stepped on the three-point line, threatening with his elbow, and took a turn.

Then he fell back on the spot and shot again, but how could Iverson and his teammates give up easily.

They all tried their best to pounce on Yan Song who had already jumped up and shot.

After shooting, Yan Song raised his arms high.

But it was because of his extreme shot that his body was unstable and he fell heavily to the ground.

But he forgot about the pain and forced his head up towards the direction where the ball fell.

The basketball flew across Madison Square Garden like a shooting star.

The shooting star hit the heart of Philadelphia, and the basketball was like a flame, burning the net and burning the backboard.

Lean back.

"Hit."

"ball…"

"Come in!"

　I'm coming, I'm coming.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)