from the golden generation

Chapter 84 The Unstoppable Score (Favorites)
The second half.

Something unexpected happened, and the Knicks, who led by 9 points, were overtaken by the Lakers.

"What the hell, let people play [-]-[-], no points?"

Yan Song couldn't believe it, the Lakers suddenly made an effort to lead the game, but they still couldn't make it.

"Come on!"

Yan Song yelled anxiously, and the referee waved his hand as a warning to himself not to disturb the game with loud noise.

Immediately afterwards, Houston missed another shot.

The Lakers Campbell completed another attack at the basket and scored a shot.

"The Lakers overtook the Knicks by two points. The Knicks are in a hurry and need to stabilize the situation."

The words fall.

Childs passed the ball to Oakley, and Oakley turned around and passed the defender for a slam dunk to score two points.

The dunk ended the Lakers' scoring streak, and things weren't looking good for the Knicks.

But fortunately in this round of offense, Ewing blocked Campbell.

Johnson gets the ball and passes it to Oakley.

Oakley then passed to Houston, who scored a layup and led the Lakers again.

"call."

Yan Song exhaled heavily, Van Gundy said.

"Don't relax so quickly, the Lakers feel very good today."

Say it.

The two watched the situation on the field nervously.

"Di Di!"

Jones was fouled by the thug for a layup and got a free throw opportunity.

A free throw was made and Ewing passed the ball to Charles.

The opponent single-handedly passed Jones' defense.

A giant swing layup scored two points.

"The score is too tight, and my palms are sweating."

It was the first time for Yan Song to watch the whole game as a substitute player, and Van Gundy laughed inwardly.

Still too young indeed.

Yan Song is too young now, with little experience.

Although he is competent for the starting position, there are still many shortcomings.

So Van Gundy gave him a lot of playing time to practice. In his view, the suspension was to hone Yan Song's temperament, telling him not to mess up, don't rush, let alone give up.

"Go on, get past him!"

Seeing Yan Song dancing, Van Gundy couldn't say anything.

The next challenge is the playoffs, the Bulls...

"Campbell gave a teammate a pick-and-roll, Campbell caught the ball outside the three-point line, and hit it!"

The commentator yelled, and center Campbell hit a three-pointer.

He was happily celebrating with his teammates and the score was tied.

Yan Song really wanted to take off his coat now and play to open the score.

"pause."

Van Gundy stood up and signaled the referee, who blew his whistle and the game was suspended.

"The interior defense is still too lax. Campbell has scored 24 points, the highest of the Lakers."

Van Gundy once again emphasized the defense of the inside, Oakley and Johnson nodded, and Ewing was panting.

Van Gundy glanced at him and said.

"Ewing rests for a while, and Childs, Ward and Williams come on."

Van Gundy changed the lineup, everyone nodded, and Yan Song put his arms around Houston, imparting knowledge on the spot.

"He's not that strict on defense, so you just shoot boldly."

Houston gave Yan Song a blank look, and said.

"Do you think everyone is like you? Pervert!"

Houston gave Yan Song a new word, perverted quasi.

Yan Song became angry when he heard this, you said it well, I will not argue with you.

But to be honest, Houston's shooting is solid and accurate.

That is, he often shoots three-pointers today, instead of shooting the two-pointers he is good at.

"You are not me, of course you have to shoot the two-pointers you are good at."

The words fall.

Houston continued.

"Aren't I in a hurry? Besides, I think you just dribble and shoot directly, and the ball goes in."

"But why I just can't make three-pointers and always hit the iron?"

Houston complained a few words, he did waste a lot of phone calls today.

Yan Song patted his shoulder.

"Hey, I often vote for me to score two points, and when it comes to scoring goals, I just leave it to God."

What Yan Song said was extremely unreliable, and Houston snorted coldly again and again.

"Hmph, it's God's will, pervert!"

After Houston complained, the timeout was over.

Yan Song compared his little finger to his back, you are envious and jealous, comparing what you are not good at with what I am good at, aren't you looking for anger?

The game continues, the Knicks have the ball.

Houston's head was full of Yan Song's words just now.

"Hit a two-point shot, then I'll hit it once."

Houston first passed the ball to Oakley, and Oakley relied on hitting.

Jones was intent on tackling Oakley, who just moved.

Oakley passes the ball to Houston.

Houston made a mid-range jumper and made a hit.

"Look, I said let you play two-pointers."

Yan Song slapped his thigh, but found that it was wrong.

Van Gundy clutched his thigh and moved aside.

"You kid, you really don't recognize your relatives now, even the coach beats you."

Yan Song's face darkened, I was so excited that I didn't pay attention.

Besides, I didn't use much strength, so it shouldn't be like this.

...

The Knicks stabilized the situation and led by 4 points at the end of the third quarter.

"It's the last quarter. Everyone must pay attention when defending and try not to cause fouls."

"Every point counts right now."

"Ok."

Everyone responded, Yan Song put his arms around Houston?
"Okay you, you've already scored 25 points, why don't you score 30 points today?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, Houston's head was too high, and he was a little complacent.

"That is, I have to score 30 points today."

The two chatted for a while, but Houston was substituted in the fourth quarter.

With a dark face, Houston watched Starks come on for him, and Ward was also substituted.

"Alan, it seems that you may not get 30 points."

"I want you to talk more."

Houston panted, a little dissatisfied.

But my physical strength can't keep up, and it is indeed a hindrance to play, and my defensive ability will also decline.

On the Lakers side, Fisher, Scott and others also played to let the starters rest for a while, preparing to exert their strength in the final stage and catch up with the score.

"At the beginning of the fourth quarter, the difference between the two sides is only 4 points. Let's see who the winner is today!"

The Lakers have the ball, and Scott came up with a three-pointer.

There was still a little anger on the head coach's face when he shot.

But Scott hit a three-pointer, and the coach turned his anger into joy and gave him a thumbs up.

"Scott's critical three-pointer, now he has taken three shots and hit all of them."

The Lakers' shooting percentage is very good, but the Knicks' side.

Ewing was 19 for 8 and Houston was 15 for 7.

奥克利13投6中，柴尔斯10投5中，约翰逊10投4中，命中率中规中矩。

Only one point ahead.

In the next round, facing Scott, who had just made a key three-pointer, Starks also shot from outside the three-point line.

Also hit a three-pointer and returned one of them.

Starks thumped his chest and screamed, and the four ran to him and stroked his head.

"Good shot, bold enough!"

Yan Song applauded again and again, this ball is a little bit my point.

　First more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)