from the golden generation

Chapter 77
The home court of the Supersonics is like a big green and white forest.

Fans wore various decorations, with green paint painted on their faces.

Several big guys were holding the Seattle SuperSonics flag, swaying vigorously, cheering for the home team.

"Payton!"

"Camp!"

Fans cheered their idol's name.

Just after the warm-up before the game, Yan Song can't wait to gear up, hoping that the supersonic home commentator can say a few words less.

"Let's welcome the home team, point guard, Gary Payton!"

The commentator raised his arms, and the bald-headed admirer walked out from the crowd of players, waving his arms in all directions.

"Why are there so many bald men?"

Yan Song stroked his short hair, and looked at the rest of his team in confusion.

Ewing has thick hair, and so does Houston.

"Is it easy to go bald playing basketball, so why aren't you bald?"

Yan Song issued a soul torture, and the serious expressions of several people also showed smiles.

Yan Song, your question is too funny. Are you bald or not? We sincerely suggest you ask Jordan why he is bald while playing basketball.

At this time, the welcome at home finally ended.

"Now, let's welcome, visiting challenger with a record comparable to the Chicago Bulls, New York! Knicks!"

The commentator gave a warm welcome to the players of the visiting team, and Ewing galloped out at the front.

Yan Song followed closely behind him, and everyone ran out of the player tunnel and appeared in the "big forest".

"Wow, this is too green, greener than the Celtics."

Yan Song half-spoken, green, too green.

The expressions of several people who had just recovered were broken by Yan Song's words.

Your words are too easy to misunderstand.

You because to prevent Yan Song from talking nonsense, messing up the mentality of the team.

Just like that, Yan Song appeared on the big screen with his mouth covered.

The home fans laughed together, what does this look like?This is the status of the strongest rookie?

All the Supersonic fans snickered, thinking that Yan Song was just a vain name.

Yan Song heard their ridicule and put Ewing's hand down.

"Fuck, Boss You, are they laughing at me?"

Yan Song asked clearly, and got angry at the fans.

"Come on brother!"

When Yan Yaqi's voice came, Yan Song's mood suddenly improved, it's still better for my sister.

Yan Song was demented for a while because of his sister's encouragement.

Immediately afterwards, the referee's whistle pulled Yan Song back from his fantasy.

"The game starts, Knicks vs. Sonics."

The two sides prepared for a jump ball, and Ewing took the lead, winning an offensive opportunity for the Knicks.

"Let's have a ball."

Houston passed the ball to Yan Song, the meaning is obvious.

Didn't you just get laughed at by the Sonics fans, so it's up to you to make the first shot and shut them up.

Besides, Yan Song is really awesome. He dribbled the ball and stared at Kemp to a 45-degree angle, and made a mid-range shot.

"Yan Song scored the first goal and scored two points."

"You defend Houston, I guard Yan Song."

Payton asked Kemp to defend Houston, and Yan Song clapped his hands. It was exactly what he thought, and Payton defended himself.

In the next round, Payton attacked with the ball.

His style of play is different from Kidd, which can be seen by looking at the scoring average of the two.

Kidd is more of an organizational defensive guard.

The difference between Payton and him is that his organization is insufficient, but his offense is stronger than Kidd.

Payton faced Yan Song and wanted to play singles.

But after half a day of dribbling, left and right dribbles still couldn't get rid of Yan Song's defense.

Yan Song also saw it, well, your offense is very poor.

Yan Song grasped Payton's weakness, which is also a common shortcoming of guards like them.

"Can't you practice offense? It's great to be able to attack and defend like yourself."

Yan Song was proud of the spring breeze, and Payton looked at Yan Song who was in a daze and made a decisive three-pointer.

"Bangdang."

A three-pointer hit the iron, Payton missed the opportunity, Ewing grabbed the rebound and passed it to Charles.

Childs threw a high throw to Yan Song, and Yan Song shot six steps behind the three-point line.

"Bangdang."

Yan Song covered his face with a sneer at the same sound of iron striking.

Houston ran up to him and patted his ass, saying.

"What are you thinking, shooting a three-pointer from such a long distance."

Yan Song didn't reply and continued to laugh.

I didn't know what was wrong just now, like a ghost, I chose to shoot six steps behind the three-point line.

Whether to say it or not, Yan Song is watching, the ball seems to be scored.

After laughing for a while, Yan Song had had enough.

After returning to his usual demeanor, seeing Payton running towards him again, Yan Song decisively reached out to steal Payton.

But Peyton threw away Yan Song in a disguised form, and Yan Song was surprised.

What the hell, I spent a long time just now and couldn't get past others, why did I get past myself in one step now.

Payton scored two points with a shot, and Johnson ran over and said.

"Don't worry, he just deliberately let you relax your vigilance, so as to distract you."

Johnson saw through the opponent, and he reminded Yan Song a few more words, so that Yan Song didn't have to steal Payton, but just kept an eye on him and tried at the right time.

Yan Song nodded.

"I see, I didn't expect him to use this trick to distract the defender."

After all, Yan Song received Johnson's pass and rushed out single-handedly.

Straight to the basket, Yan Song dribbled the ball behind Payton's sharp steal, Yan Song made a throw and scored another two points.

"The best defensive player is nothing more than that."

Yan Song turns into a gunslinger every day, mocking the seniors.

Payton was very angry when he heard what Yan Song said, so he pushed Yan Song.

Yan Song turned a blind eye to it, and if you can, try harder, the harder the better.

If you push me, the referee will give you a warning and give you a violation. It's too late for me to be happy.

Seemingly seeing what Yan Song was thinking, Peyton was even more angry.

Okay, you kid, you still want to recruit yourself.

Payton can guarantee that if he pushes again, Yan Song may fake fall and cheat foul.

Payton is not stupid, nor will he be hooked just because of a word.

It's really irritating to be sprayed by a rookie.

...

Payton still holds the ball, this time he passes the ball to Hawkins.

Hawkins signaled to open the singles and faced Childs' defense.

Without hesitation, Hawkins changed direction continuously, mobilizing Childs' center of gravity.

Childs was out of position, and Hawkins seized the opportunity to shoot immediately.

Hawkins made a shot and scored two points.

The two sides tied the score.

Childs controls the ball, while Yan Song observes the positions of his teammates and prepares to run.

I saw that Childs turned his head to the left and then made a probing step.

Yan Song still didn't understand, and started to run inside, Johnson immediately came to help Yan Song pick and roll.

Payton was intercepted, Johnson's Kemp and Schramf switched positions and chased Yan Song.

Yan Song was faster than Kemp, receiving a pass from Childs in the bottom corner, Yan Song jumped high.

Schramf, who was defending Houston, also came to join in when he saw this.

Kemp was shocked, what are you doing here?Houston is empty.

I saw that Yan Song passed the ball in the air, and Houston received the ball wide open.

He looked at the anxious Schramf and shook his shoulders a few times at him.

After the taunting action, Houston scored a three-pointer.

The score was drawn, and the Knicks fans present cheered, their voices were small but eye-catching.

"Alan, good shot."

Yan Song and Houston clapped hands. After the two celebrated, they prepared to return to defense.

　The second watch, I'm in a bad state today, I'm a little dizzy, let me take a rest.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)