from the golden generation

Chapter 402

As the Eastern Conference finals approached, everyone in Philadelphia was tense.

Their opponents have not yet been determined. At present, the Knicks and the Heat are three to three, and the winner has not yet been decided.

And today is the decisive day between the Heat and the Knicks. Whether to enter the Eastern Conference Finals or go home is decided after this game.

In the final home game, Yan Song returned to Madison Garden again.

This time was different, Yan Song was not greeted with cheers from the crowd. He was wearing a hat, a jacket and black sunglasses.

"Boom."

The drums in Madison Garden were rumbling, and no one was excited on the day of the decisive victory, let alone the Knicks after Yan Song was gone.

In order to prove themselves, the players must enter the Eastern Conference finals, proving that without Yan Song, the Knicks would not be bad.

On the side, Iverson looked at Yan Song who looked like a thief, a little speechless.

Isn't it just going back to the old club?It shouldn't be so tight.

Iverson looked at Yan Song, Yan Song pressed down his glasses and looked at Iverson.

"I didn't expect them to go this far."

"Yes, Ewing is very strong."

"I really don't want to eliminate them."

Yan Song said something pretending to be 13, he really didn't want to eliminate them, Yan Song seemed very confident.

However, Iverson didn't feel that there was anything wrong. He and Yan Song were the strongest offensive combination.

At this time, the two are near the Knicks player tunnel. There are relatively few people here, and it is not as crowded as the central area.

Yan Song looked at the situation on the scene, and then glanced at the player tunnel.

"It's coming out soon."

Yan Song thought in his heart.

The next moment, Ewing and others walked out first, and Yan Song was moved by the familiar faces.

Ewing passed, Johnson passed, and when Houston passed Yan Song.

Houston glanced at the man wearing sunglasses and covering his face tightly.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity rose.

"Yan Song?"

Houston wondered, he wasn't sure, he just glanced at it.

"It feels so familiar, Yan Song? It's him, right?"

Houston thought of this and didn't continue to think about it. Yan Song came, he came when he came, and he didn't come when he didn't come. What are you thinking about so much.

Houston felt a little strange, so why did he care about that guy?Now I am going to play the tiebreaker with the Heat.

There must be no distractions, there must be a win.

Houston focused, and they stared ahead.

For the enemy ahead, the Heat are the archenemy. Someone who could deal with them before could not lose a game.

But now, they are all in a desperate situation...

Heroes emerge from desperation, and the American people advocate individual heroism.

After the game started, Knicks fans cheered loudly, cheering for their team and disturbing the Heat.

Hardaway held the ball, faced Houston, he broke through successfully, faced Ewing under the basket, Hardaway scored a backhand layup.

With two points in hand, Hardaway seems to be very motivated in this game, and I don't know if he regards the Knicks as a target to vent.

On the Knicks side, they are united and cooperate with each other tacitly.

Amidst the cheers of the fans, the Knicks scored a go-ahead score.

"How do I feel that the Knicks' situation is not good."

As Iverson said, Yan Song pressed down his glasses. He didn't want the Knicks to lose, but he didn't want the Knicks to win either.

If the Knicks win, they have to solve the Knicks themselves. On the contrary, if the Knicks lose, they just need to worry about it.

"what."

Yan Song was worried, it shouldn't be, this is the home court of the Knicks, why is there a feeling of depression.

……

Yan Song didn't speak any more, and became more and more absorbed in watching the game.

Whenever the Knicks score, Yan Song's heart will relax.

But even if the Knicks are still behind, the combat effectiveness of the two sides should be similar.

But the Heat are leading now, and they mean to crush the Knicks.

"It's troublesome."

Johnson looked at the score and was five points behind.

Because of the substitution, Van Gundy's previous tactics could not be fully utilized.

In the second quarter, although the score recovered a bit, the gap widened again in the third quarter, and the Heat got motivated.

Hardaway is no weaker than Houston. When the two faced each other, Hardaway scored many times.

"Haha, without Yan Song, the Knicks are nothing, and you won't be able to enter the Eastern Conference Finals."

Hardaway laughed mockingly, and Houston's eyelids twitched.

"What did you say on the horse?"

Houston was a little angry, and at this time he actually used Yan Song to mock himself.

Yes, Yan Song is powerful, and the Knicks lacked important strength after he left.

But you can't stand Yan Song to mock me.

Houston is a little bit desperate, and the Heat have never defeated them at all.

However, as Hardaway said, without Yan Song, the Knicks' status really plummeted.

From the dark horse of the championship to the target of being bullied.

At the end of the first half, the Knicks returned to the locker room.

This time Houston saw the person just now again, the other person took off his sunglasses, his eyes looked like Yan Song...

Houston lowered his head, he didn't want to look at Yan Song.

He was still calling the shots in Philly, but they weren't doing well.

Houston didn't want Yan Song to see himself in a mess.

Back in the locker room, looking at Houston who was a little melancholy, Ewing wondered.

"Alan, what's wrong?"

"I... seem to see him."

"he?"

At the beginning, Ewing didn't understand, the next second.

Ewing, Johnson and Ward all laughed.

Haha, that man, only they can understand right away.

Yan Song came to watch the game.

It's a pity that his group of brothers did not live up to their expectations. They fell behind by 9 points in the first half and were crushed by the Heat.

They already know that it may be difficult to win this game.

The outside publicity said that once Yan Song left, the Knicks would be a weak team.

They worked desperately and made it to the second round.

But now, there is no way to enter the Eastern Conference Finals.

Everyone was in a slump, and suddenly, the door opened.

Van Gundy, wearing No. 11 for the Knicks, enters the locker room.

"Coach, what are you doing? Are you wearing this jersey?"

Ewing was a little puzzled, Van Gundy was wearing Yan Song's jersey.

If he remembered correctly, the coach didn't bring any other clothes.

"Someone asked me to bring you a sentence."

Van Gundy smiled, with some tears in his eyes.

"what did he say?"

Houston asked.

"He said, don't lose too ugly. If you look like that, it's too ugly."

After the words fell, Houston laughed.Then came Ewing and Ward.

In the end the whole locker room laughed.

Don't lose so ugly, good boy, good boy...

Everyone didn't speak anymore, and they went out together and walked out of the player tunnel.

This time, Houston slowed down the jump, as did everyone else.

They looked over there together, and everyone remembered the appearance of that young man there.

But when I looked at it, only the sunglasses and hat on the seat were left.

He...has been here...

(End of this chapter)