from the golden generation

Chapter 93
Yan Yaqi despised Yan Song in her heart, Yan Song smiled embarrassedly, wasn't she too excited.

At the beginning of the second quarter, the two sides scored the same 21 to 21.

Stockton completed the last attack just now, and this time it was the Knicks' turn to attack.

In the beginning, Houston wanted the ball, and he had to score one to get back the face he had just lost.

Didn't you see that Yan Song laughed at himself just now, he didn't want to lose face?
Thinking, Houston has come to the frontcourt with the ball, Stockton did not defend Charles, but changed positions with his teammates, he continued to mark Houston.

Stockton's defensive ability is one of the best among guards.

Houston didn't dare to take it lightly, because he made a fool of himself in the first quarter because of his carelessness.

The next moment, Houston continuously dribbled the ball and moved forward.

Stockton didn't reach out for the steal, he wasn't going to try.

He dared to conclude that as long as he reached out to steal the opponent, Houston would immediately speed up the breakthrough and get rid of himself.

Stockton kept his eyes on Houston, and Houston passed the basketball to Johnson without a chance.

Johnson gave Oakley again, and Oakley faced Karl Malone, and the movement of Malone waving his elbow appeared again in his mind.

"Stay steady."

Oakley held his breath and leaned inside by slapping Malone.

Once, twice.

Immediately afterwards, after a physical confrontation, Oakley quickly turned around and shot.

What he wants is this kind of power. When he hits the opponent, he will generate inertia and then he can use the inertia to open the space to shoot.

No surprises, Oakley scored two points from the field goal.

"call."

Malone exhaled, and returned to the frontcourt without saying a word.

The Jazz are attacking, and the execution of the offense is naturally Stockton.

The next second, Stockton made a long pass to Hornacek.

Seeing that Hornacek wanted to shoot directly, Malone hurriedly stopped him.

"Hey, hold on tight."

Malone called to stop, Hornacek slowed down, he was indeed a bit over the top just now, and wanted to shoot a three-pointer directly.

Hornacek handed the ball to Malone, but Malone took the ball and shot it.

"I rely on!"

Hornacek slapped his thigh, you didn't let me shoot, it was you who wanted to shoot after a long time.

But what can I say?He shot 51.9% last season, and his shooting percentage has improved this season.

You are the big brother, you have the final say, Hornacek secretly gave Malone a look, Malone didn't see it, but Stockton saw it clearly.

What the hell are you two doing, Hornacek looks a little unhappy.

Ma Long is also true. If he wants to shoot, let him take one. If he scores, it is a good shot. If he doesn't score, he will bear it himself.

You are good, stop others and ask for the ball to be thrown by yourself.

This goal is scored, otherwise Ma Long may have a bad reputation.

But Ma Long didn't care about this, he just felt that he had received everyone's attention. As for what they were discussing, Ma Long didn't know and didn't want to know.

"Ma Long has a good touch, and his shooting percentage is very high."

Yan Song was a little surprised. Ma Long's mid-range shots were unexpectedly so stable.

Malone has scored 12 points, four of which were mid-range shots.

"It's just that he feels good tonight. He used to play around the basket."

Van Gundy didn't care at all, what is Malone, isn't it just a bigger elbow?Why are you looking at others with the expression of looking at idols.

Yan Song, don’t forget that you are from the Knicks. Why do you keep praising your opponents? Do you know if there are substitutes around you?
Van Gundy refuted Yan Song's words, but fortunately, the bench did not make a fuss.

Don't worry about Yan Song's words, it will be bad if you are really affected.

Yan Song realized later that he had said something wrong, so he covered his mouth for fear of saying something wrong again.

The two sides fought to the end of the second quarter, and Hornacek intentionally made a three-pointer.

Fortunately, the ball was scored, and Malone was the same as before, and even called Hornacek to stabilize.

"Steady? Steady ass."

Hornaces knew that Malone was joking with him, but he still cursed hard in his heart.

"Oops, three points behind."

On the bench, Yan Yaqi was a little anxious chewing popcorn.

Yan Song found a chance to speak, puffed out his chest and smiled.

"Hehe, if your brother and I go up, we will overthrow Jazz in minutes."

After finishing speaking, Yan Song shrugged with arrogance and disdain.

But when he said this, even Yan Yaqi couldn't stand it.

Brother, you are too good at pretending, are you really okay?Although I'm only 13 years old, I really want to give you a punch, really.

Yan Yaqi refrained herself from acting aggressively, as did several substitute players near her.

Naward's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, and he couldn't see his expression at all.

At the end of the second quarter, the Knicks were still three points behind.

They didn't know that this three-pointer would be the key to defeating them.

In the Knicks locker room, Van Gundy put his hands on his waist and looked at everyone who was resting.

"Everyone played very well today. We can play with the Jazz until now without Yan Song, and we are only three points behind. This is something I didn't expect."

Van Gundy first praised everyone, but everyone was not happy. These words sounded like the calm before the storm.

They vaguely felt that Van Gundy was going to say something.

Sure enough, as they expected, Van Gundy coughed and said loudly after the compliment.

"You guys need to increase your shooting percentages, that's the key."

Van Gundy looked at Ewing and said this. He made 14 of 6 shots at halftime, and Ewing wasted 8 shots. This was not in Van Gundy's thinking.

Then, Van Gundy skipped Johnson, and Aunt made 5 of 3 shots.

Van Gundy's eyes fell on Houston, who also shot poorly, wasting 6 shots.

Originally, Van Gundy thought they would improve, but the improvement was there, but it was very small.

He gets mad when they make bad shots, when they're being pressed.

He will still choose to shoot instead of passing the ball and let his teammates find opportunities.

"You guys need to pass the ball, pass the ball more."

Van Gundy repeated several times that the Knicks have only one fatal weakness in this game, which is long shots.

Seeing Van Gundy reprimanding everyone, Yan Song leaned against the door and snickered. He had just sneaked over.

Yan Song, who was on the bench just now, vaguely felt that the coach wanted to criticize them.

Yan Song took pleasure in other people's misfortune, leaning against the door and looking at Houston and the others with a smile.

Let you taunt me when you play, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

In the next second, Yan Song's laughter reached Van Gundy's ears, and Van Gundy's eyelids jumped while holding the tactical board.

"And you, suspended for fighting."

As he said that, Van Gundy was about to use the tactical board to attack Yan Song, but Yan Song could not obey obediently, and rushed out with a single stride, avoiding a catastrophe.

　The first update, the second year of high school started, it broke me down.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)