from the golden generation

Chapter 85 Mr. Key (for collection)
Yan Song praised Starks shamelessly.

Most people say that your leaning back is a bit like Jordan, but Yan Song directly said that he scored like himself.

Yan Song is very thick-skinned now, even if the big screen is given to him, Yan Song still smiles.

When the camera leaves, Yan Song gives the photographer his middle finger.

Fighting wits and courage with the photographer in the air, everyone outside thinks he is an arrogant young man.

In fact, he can't be considered a young man yet, Yan Song is still two months away from becoming an adult.

Besides, Yan Song is also very stubborn. Others always grow up one year after Chinese New Year, but Yan Song doesn't, he only counts himself as one year older after his birthday.

But thinking of the topic of birthday, Yan Song suddenly remembered a very important thing, Yan Song didn't know his sister Yan Yaqi's birthday.

"I don't even know this little girl's birthday."

Thinking about it, Yan Song looked at Yan Yaqi, the little girl was sleeping next to him, relying on him.

You can fall asleep even if it's so noisy, forget it and ask later.

Yan Song dismissed this idea and turned to the field.

The game is getting more and more anxious.

People from both sides have been scoring each other and bombarding each other to the basket.

With only 1 minute left at the end of the fourth quarter, the score between the two sides was even, [-] to [-].

1 minute to decide the winner.

The game is suspended, and the two sides have to make final arrangements, and all the starters will play.

Yan Song hugged Houston again, just about to speak.

Houston took off his jersey and said.

"Don't teach me, you kill them yourself."

Yan Song was speechless, shit, I was suspended, you are so crazy now.

Houston laughed, but Yan Song still told him a few words, asking him to pay attention to the opponent's double-teaming and not to foul again.

Houston kept nodding his head in agreement, brother, the coaches you mentioned have already said it just now, and I am not deaf and can hear it.

Houston really wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape, so he was hugged by Yan Song and listened to Yan Song's nagging.

"Run more, pass more."

This was Yan Song's last words to Houston. When Houston came on stage, Yan Song clapped his hands with him, as if he wanted to give Houston his touch.

"It's disgusting that two big men behave like this in broad daylight."

When Yan Yaqi woke up, she happened to see that her brother and Houston were clapping hands, which was very disgusting.

Yan Yaqi's goosebumps fell all over the floor, while Yan Song grabbed her sister's head with his big hands, and was about to ask a question, but held back.

If I ask her now, won't she know that I am going to surprise her?

Yan Song thought about it, and decided to find a chance to see if he could know the month and day of his sister's birthday.

"Di!"

The whistle made Yan Song focus again, and Yan Song looked towards the field.

Oakley fell to the ground and was being pulled up by Ewing.

"What's going on! What's going on?"

Yan Song asked Van Gundy beside him.

"It's not our foul!"

Van Gundy tapped Yan Song on the head and said.

"Campbell fouled, Oakley dunk was hit by him."

"How many free throws?"

"twice."

Yan Song was very excited when he heard that the Knicks had two free throw opportunities.

Watching Yan Song gloating, Van Gundy was speechless.

Oakley then made two free throws and led by two points with 48 seconds left.

"Run position, run position, play steadily."

Jones deliberately slowed down, also to delay a little time.

Knight catches the ball and slaps Johnson.

Johnson stepped back and Knight took the opportunity to shoot.

But the shot missed, but Campbell grabbed the rebound and dunked the ball into the basket in the air.

"34 seconds, the game is about to end, I don't know if there will be a lore."

Charles held the ball and exhaled.

Like Jones, he is wasting time. The less time the opponent has, the more anxious they are, and the greater their chances of winning.

Oakley takes the pass and leans back against the opponent.

Oakley rushed inside, one step, two steps.

With 16 seconds left in the clock, Oakley turned around and shot from the corner two-point line.

"when."

With the sound of heavy iron striking, Oakley frowned, and then stepped forward to grab a key rebound.

But the rebound was caught by Campbell. Oakley wanted to make a foul, but Campbell passed the ball.

Jones was unhindered and made a solo layup.

Houston chased after him, eager to bring Jones down.

But there is still a gap between the two, and then.

Jones layup, one step, two steps, jump.

Houston then jumped up to block, Houston blocked the ball, but he also hit half of Jones' palm.

"The thug made a layup and scored 2+1."

If Jones makes this free throw, the Knicks will have to hit a three-pointer in the next round.

How much time is left?

8 seconds!
Houston looked at himself on the big screen, exhaled breath after breath, this game cannot be lost, the main force of the Lakers is not there at all, they cannot lose.

For the sake of face, Houston was unwilling to admit defeat, and he stared at Jones firmly.

Watching the opponent throw the basketball, press the wrist.

"Shh."

The ball...goes in.

They led by three points, and with just eight seconds to go, the Knicks were guillotined for execution.

The Lakers five-man frontcourt marking, do not give them a chance to catch the ball.

"give me!"

Oakley yelled.

Immediately afterwards, Charles yelled.

"Give me the ball!"

Ewing was in a hurry, and sweat dripped down.

"here!"

Houston ran out of space and Ewing saw him.

Immediately after, the ball was passed and Houston received the ball.

Jones wanted to stop him. Jones knew that as long as he caused a foul, the ball would be exchanged and the Lakers would still win.

But he thought so, but the speed was left behind, and Jones couldn't catch up.

Houston ran to the zero-degree corner of the baseline alone.

Jones cornered him, and he watched as Houston jumped up, volleyed, and deflected the [-]-pointer.

Jones withdrew his hand, screaming inwardly.

"I won't go in, I won't go in."

But Houston was so calm that he didn't even look.

Because he was looking at Yan Song, and Yan Song was watching everything on the field, Houston wanted Yan Song to tell him whether the goal was scored or not!
Houston didn't hear any sound, but he first saw Yan Song give a thumbs up, and then stood up with a smile on his face.

The cheers of the audience also sounded at this moment.

Houston looked back and the ball went in.

The scoreboard came in and the Knicks tied the score.

Only 1.6 seconds left for the Lakers, no timeout.

"Handsome! Alan!"

Yan Song laughed loudly, and the others also ran to Houston, pushing and shoving him.

Houston remained calm, showing his killer qualities.

The next second, the Lakers passed the ball.

Seeing this, Houston stepped forward and intercepted Jones in the midfield.

Then he jumped up and blocked Jones' ultra-long three-pointer.

This time the cover was extremely clean and there were no thugs.

The game also entered overtime at this moment.

"The next step is to enter overtime, and the jump ball will be played immediately!"

　In the second watch, my head exploded.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)