from the golden generation

Chapter 5 you come and I go
It's gone.

Yan Song, whose home was stolen yesterday, woke up early.

At this time, Yan Song was practicing shooting from various positions on the basketball court near Iverson's house.

While shooting, he will also record his shooting percentage.

Put your hands together, bend your knees slightly, kick your legs to exert force, reach out and raise the ball to shoot, all in one go.

Unfortunately, the goal was missed.

"Thirty-eight of forty-five shots and seven conceded."

After Yan Song calculated in his mind, he decided to complete five more shooting exercises and then went back.

But before he could throw the ball, a yellow bus stopped near the court.

Iverson leaned out his upper body from inside and shouted.

"Get in the car quickly, the game after nine o'clock does not count as training time."

The words fall.

Yan Song hurriedly ran onto the bus with the ball in his arms.

Coach John was sitting in front of the bus.

When Yan Song came up, the coach who had a serious face just now changed his expression instantly.

"Good morning, Coach."

"Go and sit down."

"Ah."

Yan Song sat next to Iverson.

Iverson handed Yan Song his backpack.

It contained his own jersey and a pair of shoes.

"Brother Alun, I'm wearing shoes today."

Iverson chuckled and said.

"I know, the pair you are wearing will be used as casual shoes in the future, and the ones in the backpack will only be worn for competitions in the future."

Iverson was giggling, and was amused by Yan Song.

"It's all shoes, it's different where you wear them."

"Of course it's different. The shoes you wear outside will definitely wear out."

"And the anti-slip texture of the shoes is worn out, so there is no way to provide anti-slip when playing basketball."

After Iverson explained, Yan Song nodded to express his understanding.

Looking at the sneakers in the backpack, Yan Song took them out and looked left and right.

The surrounding team members all came over and said enviously.

"Wow, new sneakers."

"It's still Nike."

"It's AIR flight 89."

Iverson looked at the greedy people and drove them away with his hands.

Yan Song was puzzled, they could just watch it if they wanted to.

But Iverson looked at the naive Yan Song, what are you looking at me for.

Don't you see that they all have the urge to steal you?
Iverson stuffed Yan Song's shoes back into his backpack, and Yan Song zipped it up.

Sitting bored in the car, I don't know when I will arrive at the competition location.

Yan Song began to recall the basketball teaching video he watched early in the morning.

The rules of basketball are explained in great detail.

In case you don't know the rules of the game and cause fouls and bring trouble to the team.

...

I do not know how long it has been.

The bus came to a rare smooth stop.

The coach stood up and looked at the depressed players, shouting loudly.

"Let me be sober. Didn't I tell you that today is an important day?"

"If you want to participate in this NBA draft, then you will fight me against you!"

"Now, get out of the car!"

The coach yelled.

The team members hurriedly carried their backpacks and ran down one by one.

When Yan Song got off the car, the coach whispered.

"Play well today and I will give you enough playing time."

After the coach finished speaking, he patted Yan Song on the back.

Yan Song was flattered and followed closely behind Iverson.

Everyone walked into the arena for the game from the back door.

locker room.

Everyone changed the jerseys and sneakers they brought with them.

A team of ten people.

Nine of them all stared at Yan Song.

Yan Song was furious, he was not used to this situation.

Meanwhile, the coach walks in.

"Ready to play."

The words fall.

Ten people lined up, and Iverson should be in the first position as a matter of course.

As for Yan Song, it is conceivable that he stood at the back of the team.

on site.

The host just introduced the Georgia Institute of Technology team.

And then, it was Georgetown University admission.

Ten people ran into the arena together, amidst the cheers of the audience.

Ten people formed a big circle and drank together to boost morale.

"Georgetown University, the morale of the players is very high, and I don't know what kind of scoring show Iverson will bring us today."

The host made the scene even more exciting.

under one sound.

The center forwards of both sides are now on both sides of the midfield.

The middle-aged referee threw the ball into the air, and the two centers tried their best to fight for the ball.

"Georgetown got the ball."

The basketball fell into Iverson's hands, but Yan Song's attention was always on the opponent's starting player.

When you go on the field to deal with them by yourself, you can't grind your guns in front of the battle.

"Iverson faced Marbury, made a mid-range shot, and hit the ball!"

The host woke up Yan Song who was watching, and Yan Song looked at the player who had just played against Iverson.

"He's Marbury."

The opponent was about the same size as himself, with a big bald head.

Looking at it this way, there is really nothing special.

The opponent took the pass from his teammate and glanced at the audience.

Then he took the ball across the half court and did not choose to pass the ball.

Facing Iverson's defense, Marbury broke through to the right.

Iverson stuck to the defense, but the opponent just broke through two steps to the right.

Suddenly threw the basketball from Iverson's crotch.

The basketball passed his crotch, and Marbury hurried forward to control the ball.

It was Iverson who caught the ball with a backhand and broke Marbury's round of offense.

"The AI ​​reacted quickly and deciphered Marbury's intentions."

Iverson still holds the ball and breaks through.

The speed is extremely fast, and neither his teammates nor the opponent's players can keep up.

Iverson and Marbury have already run to the free throw line.

Iverson clung to the opponent and made a three-step layup.

After taking two steps, Marbury reached out to block the shot.

Iverson straightened his fingers and threw the ball high.

The basketball is firmly in the frame.

Less than 1 minute into the game, Iverson had scored 4 points and 1 steal.

Yan Song and the four substitute players applauded.

The scouts in the auditorium, who were still observing, held the video recorders in their hands and remained motionless.

"call."

Marbury readjusted his state.

After receiving the ball and dribbling halfway, he still faced Iverson and broke through to the right.

The basketball hits the ground and the ball is combined.

Pull up jump shot.

A two-point shot was made.

"The main players of the two sides are playing left and right today. I don't know what kind of results the two will get in this year's NBA draft."

...

then.

The game in the first quarter completely became a scoring performance for the two.

At the end of the first quarter.

Iverson scored [-] points, [-] rebounds and [-] steals.

And Marbury scored [-] points, [-] assist and [-] steal.

And the scores of the two sides are at .

Sixteen to twelve.

a short rest.

Coach John glanced at the slightly nervous Yan Song after a few instructions to the starters, but said nothing.

The whistle sounded.

The second quarter begins.

Georgetown University ball rights.

This offense is still Iverson's offense.

After halftime, Iverson dribbled the ball to the three-point line and shot directly.

A steady three-pointer hit tripled the cheers of the fans.

Also knocked down Georgia Tech's morale.

Marbury and the coach looked at each other.

The coach pressed his hand.

Marbury understood that after a brief possession, he passed the ball to the shooting guard he was facing.

As far as they know, the Georgetown shooting guard has an ankle injury.

As long as you make good use of this point, you can score points.

really.

Unsurprisingly.

The man controlled the ball and moved it left and right, and the opposing player's footsteps were obviously slow and unable to keep up.

And with the pick-and-roll cooperation of his own center.

Georgia Institute of Technology, relying on this alone, scored eight points.

Now the score has changed.

Nineteen to twenty, overtaking Georgetown.

"Damn. If I hadn't hurt my ankle."

The boy held his ankle and held back the words.

The opposing player in front of him took possession of the ball again and attacked him.

Another center pick and roll.

"what!"

The boy tried his best, regardless of the injured ankle.

He blocked the ball with his fingers, but his center of gravity was unstable and he was about to fall to the ground.

"what!"

The boy's ankle was badly sprained again, this time.

He wept.

　I'm late.Hahahaha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)