from the golden generation

Chapter 404

On June 6, the NBA once again caused a sensation around the world.

The much-anticipated finals are coming. On the way, in Philadelphia, you can see the graffiti on the walls belonging to Philadelphia fans.

Some are Yan Song and Iverson who are stepping on the players of the Lakers, and some are the graffiti of Ao Pang being flattened.

On the road, the Lakers bus was driving, and O'Neal looked at the graffiti on the wall and felt amused.

They are all sneering, today is Philadelphia's home game, but they will make Philadelphia ugly, extremely ugly.

At the same time, the 76ers' bus drove everyone towards the arena.

"The opponent should not be underestimated, everyone must not underestimate the enemy!"

Brown clapped his hands and yelled, but everyone didn't listen to it, and they all wrote it down and kept it in their hearts.

You can be proud at any time, but you must focus on the finals, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life.

"My second championship in my career, here I come."

Yan Song looked out the window without saying a word, he received the good news from the hook last night.

The first sale of [-] pairs of his signature sneakers was sold out in an instant, and Yan Song took tens of thousands of dollars from this sale alone.

But now money is not important to Yan Song. The hooks have made a lot of money in the past few sales, and they have been sold out every time.

"It seems that I am very popular."

Yan Song began to divert his attention, he didn't want to think too long on the championship, it would be easy to get paranoid.

"My journey, from the beginning of the show, defeated the Heat to enter the Eastern Conference finals, and then beat the pack, won the championship after killing the gods."

"Experiencing contract incidents, transfers, and again! Reaching the finals."

Yan Song said, his four-year career has been summed up in this way, can he be remembered by the world?Won't you be eliminated?

Yan Song doesn't know, but Yan Song knows that he will not play for long, and he is likely to retire before 2010, but he can be a role player and play as a substitute at that time.

Thinking of this, Yan Song laughed at himself.

"Forget it, if I have passed the peak and I am unable to fight anymore, I will retire."

Yan Song is also an arrogant person. Being a substitute is something Yan Song would not consider. As long as a team wants him to start, he will continue to play.

If you don't let yourself start, you will retire.

Yan Song nodded and swore to himself.

When Yan Song came back to his senses, the vehicle had stopped, and he touched the second generation of Yan Song on his feet. It was made by the hook for him to overtime, and it only took a month.

The second generation of Yan Song will only do it for himself. As for the release date, it will have to wait until after he wins the championship.

At that time, Yan Song will make one more star on the shoe.

Wearing the second generation of Yansong by myself now is to add some heat to the hook, and it will not be too late for me to wear it when they make the final version.

Just as everyone got out of the car, the flashing lights hit like a storm.

Yan Song and Iverson put on sunglasses, with cold faces.

Both of them are dressed in black today, and the pair of shoes on Yan Song's feet are particularly conspicuous. The black and white color scheme is a bit low-key.

The crowd didn't stay for long, and when Yan Song left, he showed some details of the shoes to the crowd, also for the purpose of doing work for the hook.

Yan Song left, waited until he entered the player tunnel, and walked to the door of the locker room.

Yan Song took off his sunglasses, and took off his jacket directly. Inside was Yan Song's jersey.

"Haha, the preparations are fast."

Iverson smiled, and when he took off his jacket, he was also wearing a jersey underneath.

It can be seen that Iverson is very excited about entering the finals.

The finals are an opportunity for the champion to be on his shoulders.

If you grasp it, the championship is yours. If you don't grasp it, you will miss it.

"Da da."

Yan Song hopped around in the locker room and defeated the Heat in four consecutive games, and he paid a lot.

His knees were obviously under more pressure, so Yan Song put on the custom-made protective gear, this time the protective gear was tightened and fixed, in order to better protect his knees.

Iverson put a few finger guards on his fingers. He sprained three fingers against the Heat. Ratliff's forehead was hit by an inexplicable elbow.

Today, everyone in Philadelphia is not injured or injured.

But there was no sadness or sickness on their faces.

The crowd gathered together, and after a long silence without saying a word, they only listened to Yan Song speak.

"I, Yan Song, feel ashamed of everyone, but rest assured, our efforts will be rewarded."

After the words fell, Yan Song stood up, followed by everyone.

There was a bit of murderous look in Yan Song's eyes.

Everyone opened the door and walked out one after another to meet the enemy...

"Welcome everyone to the NBA Finals from the 1999 season to the 2000 season. The two teams are the home team Philadelphia 76ers and the visiting team the Los Angeles Lakers."

"The atmosphere at the scene today is really lively. I saw several well-known players on the big screen just now."

As the commentator spoke, he saw the camera behind a bald man in the private room.

There were warm cheers from the audience.

"MJ."

"He's the god of basketball."

There are fans shouting.

"Michael Jordan, the god of five-time basketball champion, came to the scene. Who is he here for? Is it Iverson or Kobe?"

"Or Yan Song?"

The commentator said excitedly.

And there are other people in the private room, Pippen, who is now on the Heat, is holding the cigar given by Jordan and cutting the cigar.

"Pippen, do you think Yan Song can deal with O'Neal?"

"I think it's difficult. O'Neill is tall and strong, and he is a giant inside. It is difficult for Yan Songxiang to eat him."

"However, Jordan, you like paying attention to Yan Song too much, and you used to come here often."

"Haha, isn't this boring?"

Jordan lied, and so did Pippen.

Pippen smiled coldly without getting angry, and continued.

"Now Yan Song's playing style is unstable, and he wasn't that crazy when he played against the Pacers."

"When it comes to our Heat, he seems to be crazy."

After Pippen finished speaking, Jordan knew why Pippen was not optimistic about Yan Song.

Well, Pippen, you are angry because Yan Song eliminated you, so that's the case, I didn't expect you to still care about the juniors now.

Jordan laughed wantonly, and Jordan understood Pippen's words.

Although he said on the surface that his style of play was unstable, he was actually very afraid of Yan Song's crazy style of play.

"He didn't slow down in disguise, it hurt his knee too much."

Pippen said something suddenly, and Jordan looked sideways at him.

"You care too?"

"No, I just can't get used to it."

Pippen started lying, too, and they chatted.

In the rear, Rodman puffed out a cigarette.

"The way he plays, his legs will be broken in a few years, but this kid is really kind, I like it."

Rodman said, touching his red hair.

Both he and Pippen were pulled over by Jordan today, saying that he brought himself to watch a game no less than theirs at that time.

Rodman still feels that their Bulls are the strongest, how can they compare with them.

(End of this chapter)