from the golden generation

Chapter 39
The game turned around, and 76ers coach Davis was ejected.

Iverson froze in his seat, disbelieving.

Just now you told me not to be in a hurry, now you are in a hurry to be expelled by the referee, aren't you embarrassed?

Iverson covered his face with a towel, a little embarrassed.

Davis left cursing, and the Knicks sent each other off with a smile.

Yan Song made two free throws steadily. In the past [-] games until now, Yan Song has never missed a free throw.

[-]% free throw shooting, but it's unclear what will happen next.

A free throw was made, the point difference was reduced to three points, and there was only half a minute left in the game.

"Hurry up and let me play, or it will be too late, that guy Overton can't guard against Yan Song."

Iverson grabbed the assistant coach, and the assistant coach called a timeout very cooperatively, and sent Iverson on the field.

At the last moment of the game, the Knicks marked the opposing player in the frontcourt.

Yan Song has been running after Iverson, when the opponent passed the ball to Iverson.

Yan Song was running out from the bottom corner and saw that Iverson hadn't received the ball yet.

Yan Song shot directly, and just as Iverson received the ball, he saw Yan Song diving for the ball and rushing over.

Iverson took a step back, and Yan Song missed it.

Iverson was beaming with joy. Just as he was about to hit the ball to break through, the basketball was touched by Yan Song who was half up.

"Bring it to me."

Yan Song yelled, the basketball turned into a hot potato.

The two of them fought wildly, both holding on to the basketball and not letting go.

The result can be imagined, the referee decided that the two sides fought for the ball.

With 27 seconds left, the game got better and better.

Yan Song and Iverson stood opposite each other, waiting for the referee to throw the basketball into the air, and then scrambled for it.

"Whoosh."

The basketball rose through the air, and the two jumped at the same time. Yan Song won the basketball by virtue of his height and wingspan.

Now it was Iverson's turn to be stubborn, and Death Coil said nothing to let Yan Song pass the ball.

"Beep."

The referee announced another scrimmage, but the two of them bumped their heads together as if they didn't hear it.

His forehead has turned purple, but he is still fighting.

"Okay, okay, the referee has blown the whistle."

Huston's words awakened the dreamer, Yan Song and Yan Song slowly showed their movements, and finally separated.

Jump ball again.

As expected, Yan Song won the ball.

This time he learned to be smart, and didn't give Iverson a chance to entangle himself, and directly shot the ball.

Ward got the basketball, and there was no one in front of him to stop him.

One person, one goal, reached the inside line and scored a layup.

The score was only 1 point away, with 17 seconds remaining.

The 76ers have the ball in their hands, and they can win directly in no time.

But how could the Knicks generals agree.

People stare at people, all of them are like dog skin plasters.

Scott was about to pass the ball to AI again, and Yan Song was always in front of Iverson. If he passed the ball, he would be intercepted.

If the throw is too high, Iverson may not be able to catch it.

While hesitating, he saw Iverson pointing to the Knicks' empty penalty area.

That look seemed to say.

"Throw it there."

Scott still had a tacit understanding, his hands were like springs, and he threw the basketball far away.

Seeing Iverson running back, Yan Song instantly understood what he meant.

Then he burst out with all his strength, and the speed surpassed Iverson.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of taking off the basketball with both hands, Yan Song threw the ball back without any hesitation.

"Whoosh."

The basketball sprinted against the horizon, and Ward had already stepped forward, but he watched Iverson rushing towards the basketball.

"Yan Song and Iverson are really fighting with their lives today. Neither of them wants to lose, and they will do their best."

After the words fell, Iverson put the basketball in his stomach and hugged the basketball tightly.

Yan Song stepped forward at the same time, scrambling for the basketball in Iverson's arms. Under everyone's gaze, he actually pulled Iverson up.

"Give me the basketball!"

"fart!"

The two gritted their teeth. From the very beginning, the smell of gunpowder has always been strong.

The other players on both sides watched helplessly as the two fought. This was the third time. This is not the playoffs, it was too hard.

"Di Di!"

The referee blew the whistle, and instead of calling for a face-off this time, Yan Song was called for a personal foul.

Yan Song waved his hands in disbelief, just about to get mad.

But thinking of Davis' end, he swallowed his anger.

I had to watch Iverson score two free throws, with only eight seconds left and a 3-point difference.

Yan Song can't think of any countermeasures at the moment.

He could only dribble the ball all the way in a daze, alternating left and right hands.

To prevent Iverson's sharp steals.

3+1?The chances are too small, and it is risky to play three-pointers with an overdrawn body.

Yan Song made a decision, and as his left hand began to approach the basketball, Iverson tensed up, seeing that Yan Song had the intention of shooting.

Taking a step forward, Yan Song saw the opportunity and threw the basketball from Iverson's crotch with his right hand.

"Fake!"

Iverson learned of Yan Song's true intentions, but it was too late.

Yan Song passed through the crotch and got the decisive goal.

"Don't foul!"

This is Iverson's last sentence, don't foul, they will lose if they score two points, Yan Song is betting.

Bet on whether we will foul, or can foul, but the ball cannot be scored.

Time seems to be slowed down, Yan Song has already taken off, holding the basketball with his right hand alone.

Scott jumped high and guarded his basket.

Relying on his body, Yan Song hooked the basketball with his right hand.

Scott blocked a hole and hit Yan Song's right hand.

"Beep."

The sound of the whistle spread thousands of miles and echoed in the arena.

Yan Song's center of gravity was unstable, he was thrown to the ground, and he had no strength to stand up.

"Shh."

Respond to the net, 2+1.

This ball is a 2+1, and the Knicks still have a chance.

Yan Song listened to the disappointment of the 76ers fans, but his heart was filled with joy.

"Yan Song, Yan Song."

Ewing straightened Yan Song who had turned over.

He was panting, his chest was heaving up and down, and he was already weak.

"It's your free throw."

Houston walked slowly and pulled Yan Song up.

While pulling up, Houston clearly felt Yan Song's right hand shaking violently.

He knew that Yan Song was exhausted and collapsed, and the high-intensity competition of more than 40 minutes made him exhausted.

"I, I probably, can't."

Yan Song stood up with difficulty. As early as when he was chasing Iverson, he was on the verge of collapse.

And just now that was his last strength, Yan Song really couldn't be sure if he could shoot the basketball.

Houston saw his confusion, and immediately leaned into Yan Song's ear, muttering a few words.

Yan Song raised his face, nodded and walked to the free throw line.

"Can not enter!"

"Can not enter!"

The audience got up, waving light sticks, trying to disturb Yan Song.

Yan Song grabbed the basketball with both hands, and under the expectant eyes of tens of thousands of people, he made a dumbfounding move.

I saw that Yan Song grabbed the basketball with both hands, threw it from bottom to top, and used the least effort to make a free throw to tie the score.

"This is, a urinal shot?"

The home fans were terrified with ugly faces, they never expected Yan Song to make such a move.

This trick is Rick Barry's common free throw move. He used this posture to create a career free throw rate as high as 90%.

What Houston and Yan Song said just now was to tell the exhausted Yan Song that he could use this trick to make free throws and tie the score.

Yan Song pointed at the camera and gave a thumbs up, paying tribute to the senior who invented this pose.

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