from the golden generation

Chapter 37
Seeing that Yan Song is unwilling to admit defeat easily, he always tries hard, and if he can't beat it, he can't beat it.

Van Gundy softened his tone. He could scold them but not too much, causing conflicts.

"Don't let us lose too badly."

Van Gundy looked up at Yan Song, and Yan Song nodded, promising to complete the task.

The game restarted, and Iverson didn't listen to his coach at all, bent over and leaned on his knees, and looked at Yan Song.

"Hmph, Yan, just admit it today."

Iverson became proud, Yan Song and power forward Williams led a group of substitute players to face the 76ers.

"Cheer up and do a good job offensively and defensively."

Yan Song urged everyone to deepen their impression, he didn't want to lose so badly.

Dribbling the ball across the half court, Yan Song faced his big brother Iverson without any fear.

At this time, he was dribbling under the crotch, looking for offensive opportunities.

"boom."

Yan Song put the ball on the right side and made a breakthrough. Iverson adjusted his position and waved his arm to interfere.

Yan Song leaned on Iverson and turned around. His series of actions were very similar to Iverson's turnaround and backward shot.

But Yan Song made a breakthrough, got rid of Iverson in an instant, and was two steps behind the free throw line.

The opponent's players quickly guarded their opponents to prevent Yan Song from breaking through and scoring the ball.

But Yan Song didn't intend to pass the ball at all.

Yan Song threw the ball with his right hand, and the basketball hit the backboard.

Scott and Buck Williams at the basket were a little dazed.

I saw the basketball fly back towards Yan Song again because of its elasticity.

Yan Song grabbed the basketball with both hands, made a circle with his arms, and slammed the damn basketball into the hoop.

The basketball scored and fell on Scott's head.

Van Gundy admired Yan Song from the bottom of his heart, and was clapping his hands.

"Yan Song went inside the 76ers. He did this more than once. It was too easy for him."

The announcer said in admiration.

"It seems that even if all the starters are replaced, it will be difficult for the 76ers to win the game from him."

Yan Song trotted back to the defense, and the domineering dunk straightened the backs of his teammates instantly, and at the same time made everyone on the bench sober up a little.

"I think he must be the best rookie today."

Van Gundy made a guarantee, and adjusted his head according to Yan Song's position.

The Chosen Son, the strongest rookie, wouldn't this child be too wronged in his hands?

Van Gundy suddenly had some unexpected ideas, and the internal players were not too good.

Although Ewing is one of the four major centers, he is known as the king of New York.

But he will retire in another three to five years.

Can no longer explode the strength of the King of New York, and other teams.

For example, the Lakers who are interested in Yan Song have O'Neal, a terrible mad shark at the basket.

Van Gundy was sluggish, the assistant looked at Van Gundy who was thinking, patted his shoulder, and whispered.

"Hey guy."

Van Gundy was taken aback, startled.

"What's wrong? Are you thinking about something?"

The assistant asked intimately, and Van Gundy rubbed his eyes and replied.

"It's nothing, it's just that something bad suddenly disturbed me."

After Van Gundy finished speaking, he smiled again and watched the changes on the court.

Maybe I just thought that way, just a little guilty.

...

"Defense! Defense!"

Fans of the 76ers waved colored light sticks, and Yan Hai walked slowly with the ball.

He's waiting, waiting for Williams' pick-and-roll.

Just as Yan Song finished thinking, Williams rushed out of the paint and took a position behind Iverson.

Seeing this, Yan Song accelerated his breakthrough, and Iverson hurriedly chased backwards, but bumped into Williams.

Iverson speeded up again and chased after Yan Song.

Yan Hai did not choose to attack inside, but circled around and returned to outside the three-point line.

The teammates both covered, creating room for Yan Song to improve his shots.

Jump up, raise your hands and press your wrists, all done in one go.

The three-point tactics appeared again, but the substitutes understood and used them, but they were not proficient.

But it can also do great damage.

Van Gundy clapped his hands and applauded when he scored a three-pointer.

The few on the bench have not yet recovered, and the long-term irregular life has made them exhausted.

Yan Song would glance over there from time to time, hoping that they would hurry up and play, otherwise the game would really be lost.

But God always likes to tease people, until the end of the third quarter, the three of them were still in a daze.

The score at this time was 85 to 99.

The Knicks trailed by [-] points, and Yan Song had been in high-intensity exercise, and was panting from exhaustion at this time.

In this regard, Van Gundy really didn't want to say anything, he could only tell them not to spend their precious rest days like this in the future.

I also hope that a few of them can give themselves face.

"The 76ers have been pressing the Knicks from the beginning to now. I wonder if the Knicks will counterattack in the last quarter?"

"Di Di!"

The fourth quarter begins.

Yan Song threw the towel on his head to the auditorium, causing fans to snap up.

"Yan Song, there is no need to work so hard, it will cause great harm to your body."

Van Gundy spoke earnestly, and he admired Yan Song from the bottom of his heart.

I also like Yan Song's super-era style of play and style of play.

In the 96 generation, now Yan Song is the most dazzling, followed by champion Lang and Allen Iverson.

People are also interested in Georgetown University, which can create two talented players.

Some young people who were preparing to go to college applied for Georgetown University as much as possible.

They hope that they can become like their idols, majestic, chic and elegant.

"Damn, it's really hard to know what it's like to lose."

Yan Song thought to himself.

"This game is demoralizing because of the starter, plus this is the home of the 76ers."

"They have the home court advantage, and their morale is soaring, and then they find out that the Knicks are coming off the bench, which makes their morale even higher."

"However, I don't want to lose."

...

Yan Song, with his hands on his hips, was waiting for the attacking 76ers.

Iverson licked his lips, and raised his face from time to time.

When he was in front of Yan Song, Iverson dribbled the ball with his left and right hands, and finally used his signature move to get rid of Yan Song.

Iverson went straight to the basket, and the Knicks center was controlled, unable to defend and block the first time.

With a height of 183, Iverson took off and prepared to dunk.

The fans looked at Yan Song behind him and exclaimed.

I saw Yan Song flying in the air like a glider.

Immediately afterwards, a big hand grabbed the basketball from behind Iverson.

The dunk was destroyed, and Iverson landed on the ground, watching Yan Song grab the cap with one arm and pocket the basketball.

"I'll go, catch the ball and chase the cap, it's too cruel."

"This jump is too high, how big are his hands?"

The fans inside and outside the field were amazed, and they were all frightened by Yan Song's excessive physical talent.

Yan Song didn't stop, he threw the basketball far away, passed it to his teammates, and launched a fast break!

　First more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)