from the golden generation

Chapter 92 Jazz (for collection)
Yan Song began to think about who is his trump card partner.

Is it Johnson who often covers himself?Or Houston, who has the best relationship with him?
Yan Song was not sure, so he asked his sister.

"Yaqi, who do you think is my brother's best partner?"

After finishing speaking, the little girl rolled her eyes and pouted, but she couldn't think of it.

"Damn, after a long time, no one thinks who is my best partner?"

Yan Song complained.

At this time, Johnson made a shot and Yan Song applauded again and again to celebrate.

The score is now 3 to 2. Judging from the fact that Stockton made a three-pointer as soon as he came up, he should feel good in this game.

The Knicks are still the same, Johnson is now serving as a small forward, and Oakley is serving as a power forward.

Van Gundy's determination of the position made Yan Song confused. Now Yan Song can't figure out whether he is a shooting guard or a small forward.

"Coach, am I a guard or a small forward?"

Yan Song asked any questions, except for his sister's birthday.

Van Gundy glanced at Yan Song in surprise, then returned to normal and said.

"Which position you play depends on the position of those superstars."

"How to say?"

Yan Song was puzzled, Van Gundy patted his forehead and said with a sigh.

"With Jordan on the opposite side, you are the guard. If you have a strong forward on the opposite side, you play the small forward."

The words fall.

Yan Song stared wide-eyed, well, after a long time, his position was determined according to the opponent's situation.

Yan Song felt a little uncomfortable, although he could accept this truth, but it always felt weird.

"Look, Malone dunked."

Suddenly, the shouts of fans pierced through.

Yan Song hurriedly looked on the court, but he saw Ma Long grabbing the frame with one hand.

"what happened?"

Yan Song asked the surrounding teammates, Ward said.

"Jazz Russell missed a shot just now, and Malone made a dunk from the right."

Just as Ward finished speaking, the home commentator yelled.

"It was an explosive slam dunk that Malone couldn't match."

The words fall.

Everyone on the Knicks bench made a loud cut.

No one can do it yet, how shameless do you want to know if you offended us by saying this?Do you still want to mix in the commentary world in the future?
Everyone despised the commentator in their hearts.

The situation on the court is not good, and the morale of the Knicks has obviously dropped.

Ewing, who had just been dunked by Malone, was in a daze.

Because of the crazy shouts of the fans, he felt ashamed to face others.

But how can someone who is so good that he is one of the four major centers be easily intimidated by others.

Ewing slowed down and passed the ball to Charles.

The fans refused to give up and continued to shout at Ewing. They wanted to break the player's psychological defense and make him lose his mentality, which eventually led to a decline in strength.

This is the home court advantage, and Ewing has been affected a little bit.

He was anxious, anxious to score and wanted to pay Malone back.

Houston saw what Ewing meant, asked for the ball and handed it to Ewing.

Ewing panicked and caught the ball by hitting Ostertag.

Seeing that Ewing wanted to attack, Ma Long was behind Ewing and was about to block the shot.

But Ewing jumped extremely fast, and Malone was a little slower.

When Ewing jumped up, his hands were ready to dunk.

Malone's palm hit Ewing's arm, and Ewing chuckled inwardly and threw the ball into the basket while interfering.

"2+1, the goal is valid."

Yan Song clenched his right hand, good shot, good shot, you boss.

Everyone on the bench applauded, and Ewing walked past Ostertag and Malone, roaring.

...

Ewing made a free throw, and Ewing scored 3 points in one attack, helping the team overtake the score.

When it was the Jazz's turn to attack, Russell made a mistake while passing the ball and was grabbed by Oak.

With his back to Malone, Malone flicked the ball with his hands.

The ball was successfully dialed, but Oakley was very close to the baseline and the ball was shot out of bounds.

The possession of the ball has changed.

The Knicks serve, and everyone keeps an eye on the Knicks.

Ewing passes the ball to Houston.

Stockton rushed forward.

Stockton started snatching the ball after Houston got the ball.

He wanted to fight for the ball no matter what, so that the team could regain possession of the ball.

But Houston didn't let him touch the ball, and several steals hit Houston.

"Didi, personal foul, serve again."

Stockton waved his hand, a little helpless.

Houston, on the other hand, looked at the opponent suspiciously. You said why did you do that? If you got a foul yourself, shouldn't we still serve?

Houston's aboveboard dribble passed Stockton, who was right next to him.

After the points guards played against each other, Houston was in the bottom corner. Johnson called his teammates to pull away and let Houston play singles.

At this time, Houston saw Yan Song, and it was also because seeing Yan Song made him feel that he would use a fadeaway shot to score.

"Okay, I'll use Yan Song's trick against me."

Houston made a decision and then released the ball to break through.

But an embarrassing scene happened suddenly. Houston's hands and feet may be a little uncoordinated or too nervous, and he stepped on the basketball with his right foot when he broke through.

He fell and slipped out of bounds.

Stockton froze for a moment, with a question mark on his face.

But he was only blinded for a moment, and then he picked up the basketball on the floor and ran out.

"I'll go, aren't you giving away the ball for nothing?"

Yan Song yelled at Houston who was getting up on the ground.

"You play that!"

Yan Song continued to yell, Houston's face is so low.

Even if he doesn't lift it up, if there is a crack in the ground now, he will have the heart to get into it.

The next moment, because of Houston's mistake, the Jazz overtook the score.

...

At the end of the first quarter, the two sides finally fought to 21 to 21.

The strength seems to be very balanced, and the Jazz can't do anything to the Knicks.

But the Jazz hadn't exerted their strength yet, and everyone in the Knicks was tense, listening to the coach on the bench.

"Everyone, don't be too nervous, relax, and Alan, you made a fatal mistake in the first quarter, don't make it next time."

After Van Gundy finished speaking, Houston, who was pinched by Yan Song, responded.

"Hit steadily, I look very anxious."

Yan Song said what was in his heart, but Houston broke free from Yan Song's shackles, just like the last time he played against the Lakers, he took off his jersey and handed it to Yan Song.

Houston meant the same as last time, you do what you want!
Seeing this scene, Yan Song did not hesitate to prepare to teach him a lesson like last time.

But by coincidence, the referee's whistle sounded.

The timeout ended, and Houston grimaced at Yan Song who was on the bench.

"Brother, calm down."

Yan Yaqi frowned tightly, begging Yan Song to calm down.

"He deliberately angered me again, how can I calm down."

As Yan Song said, his arrogance increased by three points, but Yan Yaqi couldn't bear it.

Slapping Yan Song's hand hard, the bastard actually pinched his leg, did he make a mistake?

If someone provokes you, you should pinch him, or you can pinch yourself.

But why did you pinch your own sister's thigh? It hurts so much, okay?

The little girl gave Yan Song countless supercilious looks, but Yan Song had nothing to say.

Well, blame me, blame me, blame myself for suddenly feeling sorry for my body, and I don't want my body to be hurt.

Just now, instead of pinching yourself, pinch your thigh instead.

　In the second watch, Yan Song finally felt sorry for his body, stopped staying up late to study players, and gave himself some rest time.

　　Everyone should also pay attention to their bodies in life, stay up less late and exercise more, but don't overwork.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)