from the golden generation

Chapter 209 Eagle?turkey?
The next day.

It's time for the Knicks to play the Hawks.

As usual, everyone boarded the team bus after sorting out their equipment.

This was the first time the two teams played against each other this season. Yan Song was humming a ditty, but Ewing and the others couldn't hear the melody.

Yan Song didn't know the name of this melody, it was Yan Yaqi who often hummed it next to him, and Yan Song memorized it.

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Arriving at the home team stadium, Yan Song breathed the air and enjoyed the breeze.

The Knicks have just undergone a change, and everyone basically understands the reasons for the loss.

But losing once is actually nothing. Van Gundy often said that, losing will let the strong teams know where they lost.

Therefore, the Knicks' loss to the Rockets is not nothing, at least they understand the reason for the loss, and after that they want to change from the bottom of their hearts.

The Eagles happened to be playing against this newly awakened team. Before entering the arena, everyone performed a ceremony like yesterday.

Then, under the cameras of the media, they slowly entered the stadium.

Some people in the media like to observe the clothes of the players, which will also make some admirers imitate.

Ewing was at the forefront. He looked very special in a suit and sunglasses today.

Then, Yan Song put his left hand in his trouser pocket and his right hand held a backpack. He was wearing a casual outfit with his short hair.

It caused the flashes on the left and right sides to click.

After entering the arena, Yan Song breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, there are so many people again, why do you keep taking pictures of yourself?"

Yan Song expressed his puzzlement. He dressed casually every time, but these media people would take pictures with their cameras whenever they showed up.

Yan Song wondered, is the film free of charge?I really wear whatever I want.

Yan Song thought so in his heart, but he still smiled complacently.

They shoot themselves, mainly because they are too handsome.

Sure enough, he is handsome and attracts people everywhere, even in the NBA.

Thinking about it, Yan Song stroked his hair and walked into the dressing room.

Pushing open the blue door, Yan Song opened the locker in the dressing room and put away his personal belongings.

First of all, Yan Song put the ordinary white shoes on his face.

Then Yan Song put the shoes away and changed into the sneakers he was wearing a while ago.

"Yo, AJ11, you're still wearing it."

Ewing glanced at the AJ11 on Yan Song's feet, and then took out his new sneakers.

Yan Song is a sneaker rookie, he doesn't know what is what.

All he knew was that these shoes were sneakers signed by Jordan, and they felt good on the feet, and Yan Song liked them very much.

Seeing Ewing showing off to himself, Yan Song didn't take it seriously, just grinned and whistled.

"Cut, brat!"

Ewing muttered, seeing Houston and the others come in, coughed deliberately and took the new sneakers in his hands.

"Oh, not bad, very good."

Houston said something, and Ewing smiled.

Men are like this, even though they have money, they are still interested in things like sneakers.

Shoes and cars are things they like to collect.

After everyone changed their jerseys, everyone performed a ceremony, but Yan Song refused.

Because it's really stupid, this is not a problem of disunity, it's just a spontaneous organization of Ewing and others.

Seeing that Yan Song could not come, Ewing sighed and thought of a way.

"If you don't come over, then the game won't pass the ball to you."

After the words fell, Yan Song ran over immediately.

"Don't don't."

Yan Song squeezed into the crowd, he could say anything, but passing the ball was still necessary.

I have a strong scoring ability, but I still have to rely on Ewing and the others for rebounds.

Ewing is really, actually taking the ball to threaten himself, how despicable!
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Crowds of people, shouts are deafening, fans are watching the opening ceremony.

Waving the Eagles flag, the Eagles mascot is center stage and stirs the hearts of fans.

"Now! Let's welcome the challenger! New York! Nick! S!"

The commentator played a long tone, and under the overwhelming voice, Ewing ran out of the passage first and gave high-fives to the fans on both sides.

"Next, Knicks ace guard, Yan! Song!"

The voice of the commentary was sonorous and powerful. Yan Song waved his arms at the fans. When he walked to the center of the field, he looked at the mascot of the Eagles and asked.

"Boss You, this turkey..."

Before he finished speaking, Ewing corrected.

"That's an eagle, how could the Eagles use a turkey as a mascot."

After the words fell, Yan Song fell into deep thought. If he remembers correctly, the Knicks seem to have no mascot.

A light bulb suddenly appeared on Yan Song's head, and he had an idea in his heart.

"The Knicks have never had a mascot, or... let my sister be it?"

Thinking about it, Yan Song actually laughed. If this happens, let the team design the model of his sister as a doll.

Let the staff wear it as the mascot of the Knicks.

"Stop laughing, pay attention to the image camera pointing at you."

Ewing reminded, Yan Song just recovered from his smirk, he thought it over, the idea is indeed okay.

but.I am the one who is going to leave. Is it necessary to keep the Knicks mascot after I leave?

Yan Song's thoughts were shattered again. Forget it, don't worry about it. It's not necessary. Now the competition is the big thing.

Yan Song swung his shoulders twice, and after a few minutes, the match officially started!
"Attack! Attack!"

The home fans chanted.

Houston raised his eyebrows and glanced, what are you doing?If you haven't jumped the ball yet, you can call it there.

Do you really think that your Eagles can get the ball on the first attack?

Houston sneered at this, and the Eagles actually called the mascot to twitch in the middle of the home court.

After a while, he let the Eagles see the power of their Knicks killer.

As for myself, it's good to play support and mix it up, anyway, I get some points for myself.

The game starts and the referee throws the ball as usual.

"Shh!"

Two figures rose from the ground, and Uncle Mu and the gorilla jumped up instantly, almost at the same time.

Both of them have a strong sense of persistence in the right to attack the first ball.

"Snapped!"

The two touched the basketball at the same time again, but the morale of the Knicks is higher than that of the Eagles.

Ewing won the first ball, and he heard a sigh from the home court.

They didn't get the first attack, so the shout just now seemed particularly embarrassing.

Yan Song got the ball, he first gave the ball to Johnson, and then ran into the three-point line.

Yan Song's intention is obvious, to be more stable and play a low position.

Because Johnson often cooperates with him, the tacit understanding between the two naturally goes without saying.

Johnson hit the ground pass to Yan Song from the three-point line.

After sweeping the ball low, Yan Song leaned against the defender and turned around. After turning around, Yan Song pushed the opponent away with his butt.

"The shot was made and Yan Song scored two points."

The goal was scored, and there was no applause, but the Knicks were making applause.

Ewing took the lead, Oakley, Johnson and others applauded vigorously, embarrassing the home fans even more.

This is a kind of ridicule, but it's not a mockery of the players.

(End of this chapter)