from the golden generation

Chapter 392
2000, June 4.

Fans of the major teams are in a nervous mood on this day.

Some of them came to the live arena, while others could only stay at home and watch the game on TV.

In the All-Star game that just passed, Yan Song won the AMVP again, and by the way, he also participated in the three-point contest, as for the slam dunk contest.

Kobe was the champion of the slam dunk contest in 97, and Yan Song was the champion of the slam dunk contest in 98, and the slam dunk contest has been suspended since then.

The slam dunk contest from 1999 to 2000 was held again, and Yan Song is still reminiscing about Carter's dunk that day.

Carter really brought out the softness and sense of power, turning around and dunking with a big windmill, and dunking with a hanging frame.

Carter's dunk reaction was much better than that of himself and Kobe that year.

Carter became synonymous with dunks in one fell swoop, and the fact that the Raptors also made it to the playoffs made the heat even higher.

But today's theme has nothing to do with Carter, today is Philadelphia's game against the Hornets.

The Hornets will host Philadelphia.

In the locker room, Iverson looked at Yan Song in surprise.

"Yan Song, what's the matter with you recently, when you enter the locker room, you face the wall?"

Iverson was very puzzled, Yan Song had been like this for a long time, he thought it was strange and didn't want to say much.

But now it's the first game of the first round of the playoffs, and Yan Song is still like this.

But Iverson watched and saw Yan Song's shoes.

These shoes are hook shoes. Although Iverson knows that Yan Song has a lot of shoes, he has never seen this pair.

"New product?"

As Iverson said, he saw the numbers on the heel of the sneakers again.

The number on the left foot is 11 and the number on the right foot is 1.

Iverson watched, thought, and suddenly had a guess.

"I remember you were wearing No. 11 in the Knicks, and now you are No. 1 in Philadelphia..."

"Yan Song, you won't sign a contract with Hook!"

"You just know?"

Yan Song finally turned around.

Iverson is indeed a little annoyed, your uncle, how do you know if you don't tell me.

Yan Song laughed and looked at Iverson's ugly expression.

This was arranged by the person in charge of the hook, so that he could wear his first-generation signature sneakers in the playoffs.

Although it only took more than half a month to make it, there are still many details.

Not to mention the numbers on the heel, there are small easter eggs on the side of the sole.

Yan Song lifted his leg up, faced the mirror, and pointed to the shoe with 71 written on it.

Needless to mention this number, everyone knows that this is Yan Song's new personal high when he slaughtered the Knicks.

And there is a trophy shape on the other shoe, which means that Yan Song has won a championship.

Yan Song likes such a pair of shoes full of easter egg details, and the foot feel is also very good, which is much more comfortable than other sneakers.

Iverson looked at Yan Song's sneakers and then at his own. He suddenly wanted the designer to arrange easter eggs for him because it was cool.

"Leave that aside, why do you often stand against the wall recently?"

When Iverson asked a question, Yan Song didn't hide it and said with a smile.

"I'm meditating."

"Shit."

Iverson clicked his tongue, Yan Song told himself he was meditating who would believe it.

Seeing that Iverson didn't know whether to give up, Yan Song said helplessly.

"Just thinking about some things, because I haven't entered the state of playing recently, and I can't burst out with 100% strength."

"Just because of this?"

"Ah."

"Fuck, I thought you were stupid!"

After Iverson finished speaking, after everyone changed their clothes, they all looked at Yan Song's sneakers and expressed envy.

"Don't look at the shoes, everyone will have a pair when they reach the finals."

As Yan Song said, he gathered everyone together and formed a big circle. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a loud roar.

"Definitely!"

Philadelphia must win, and they must show their momentum in the first round. After all, there are two extremely fierce firepower in their team.

Everyone strode towards the outside of the house full of momentum.

In the warm-up session, Iverson, who entered the playoffs, was very excited. He kept dribbling and attacking the basket as soon as he came up.

"Alan, pay attention to your physical strength, don't get on your head."

After Yan Song finished speaking, Iverson smiled.

I was so excited, Iverson always felt that he was getting closer to the championship.

Shooting shot, Iverson hit the mid-range, and Brown on the side personally passed the ball to everyone to encourage them to show their full strength.

The Hornets on the other side are also a little scared in the face of the sudden rise of Philadelphia.

Coleman and Jones looked at Yan Song, and they were most worried about Yan Song.

Although Yan Song's scoring average dropped to 25.7 points per game, his prestige still exists.

The reason for the drop in score was just the team transfer. No one is not afraid of Yan Ai's combination.

But the more they are afraid of their opponents, the more things will be exposed. On the Hornets side, everyone is also encouraging each other. They must not let Philadelphia get rid of them or eliminate them.

To enter the playoffs, we must go on, otherwise the efforts of a season will be in vain.

"Allen, who do you think is the king of statistics from the 99 season to the 00 season?"

Yan Song is curious about this every year, Iverson thought about it, and thought.

"It must be me."

"I average 28.4 points per game. If you have 25 points, you have a high shooting percentage, otherwise you will be in your early twenties."

Iverson was proud, he finally overwhelmed Yan Song, but this guy took a lot less shots, but he still averaged about 25 points per game.

"This guy...his shooting percentage is higher than before!"

Iverson felt terrible, to what extent can a person practice shooting to this level.

Iverson looked at Yan Song again, Yan Song was muttering, who is the rebounding king.

"Probably still a flower bug."

"Rodman? He's very old."

"Old? That's scary, 14.3 rebounds, 0.2 more than Mutombo."

Listening to Iverson's words, Yan Song nodded, now it's the assist king, who will the assist king win?

"Probably Kidd, 10.1 per game."

"The cap king?"

"I only remember Mutombo and O'Neal's 3.3 and 3.0 respectively."

Speaking of this, Yan Songmei continued to ask.

"Why didn't you ask?"

Iverson was curious, but Yan Song laughed and said proudly.

"I checked the steals. You are ranked third with 2.1, and the second is Jones on the opposite side with 2.7."

"Then what are you laughing at?"

Before Iverson understood the meaning of Yan Song's words, he looked at Yan Song and pointed at himself proudly.

"Me! 0.1 more than Jones, 0.4 fewer blocks than Uncle Mu, and 0.1 fewer than O'Neal."

After the words fell, Iverson remained silent, and asked after a long time.

"Why are you so good at blocking shots and stealing?"

"Jump high, react fast and be conscious."

Yan Song's quick answer made Iverson suspect that he had prepared the answer in advance.

"I agree with jumping high, but consciousness is just..."

Before Iverson finished speaking, Yan Song pushed him away, and Iverson smiled happily...

(End of this chapter)