from the golden generation

Chapter 94 The Final Moment (The Pain of the Beginning of School)
Yan Song rushed out of the locker room, but Van Gundy didn't go after him.

Brat, you're running fast!
And the head coach Jerry Sloan in the Jazz locker room didn't mean to be happy at all.

Although they lead by three points now, they only took the lead when Yan Song was not around.

If Yan Song is there?Abnormally accurate three-pointers, lightning breakthrough speed and talent visible to the naked eye.

Jerry Sloan is afraid, such players are not common, and Yan Song is very comprehensive.

God seemed to be biased when he created him, making him too perfect.

"Coach, why do you look so bad?"

The team's small forward Russell stepped forward to ask, and Sloan stroked his hair worriedly.

"The Knicks are going to be even scarier in the next few years, and that worries me a little bit now."

Jerry Sloan said what he thought, but the players didn't care.

"It's okay coach, Stockton can defend him suspiciously, didn't he get 4 steals by Stockton last time."

Hornacek didn't understand what to worry about, Sloan thought for a moment and said.

"I hope it's just me thinking too much. When you meet the Knicks in the future, don't underestimate the enemy."

Sloan reminded that the game happened to have already started, and the players didn't care, it was fine.

Not in the future, now they can play against the Knicks and torture them to pieces.

However, something unexpected happened.

The score that had been stuck before was broken by the Knicks at the beginning of the third quarter.

The five Knicks scored 7 points in a row, which actually overtook the Jazz.

"My Falk?"

Russell is enlightened, the Knicks are exerting their strength, and what the coach said is indeed correct, so we should not take it lightly.

"Shh!"

Ewing scored two more points. He made all of his shots in these rounds of offense. Van Gundy's words played a certain role in him.

Ewing is still self-motivated. As the big brother in the team, he needs to set an example and take the lead to improve morale.

"The Knicks caught the Jazz by surprise, and Oakley scored again with a hook against Malone?"

The commentator was shocked, leading by 8 points, and the Knicks led the Jazz by 8 points.

"Beep."

Only one-third of the opening time passed, Sloan hurriedly called a timeout.

When the five people came to him, Sloan said loudly.

"Who promised me just now that you don't have to worry about it, now we've been overtaken by 8 points, face!"

As he said that, Sloan looked at everyone. Just now, each of you laughed in the locker room and didn't take the Knicks seriously. The last time you lost, you didn't have a long memory.

Sloan repeated what he had just said.

"Don't underestimate the enemy!"

This sentence was shouted so loudly that the teaching assistants on the side were startled.

Malone scratched his head. They were just caught off guard and didn't adjust. The coach couldn't do it like this.

Sloan naturally didn't know Malone's thoughts. At the end of the timeout, Sloan nagged a few more words, and they were now passive.

You must find an opportunity to recover the score.

"Well done everyone, keep it up in the third quarter."

Van Gundy's tone was calm.

The Jazz in the third quarter looked like they had changed teams.

The players are also very good.Take the opportunity to hit them up.

"The game restarted. Jazz head coach Sloan looked very angry just now. I don't know if the Jazz can stabilize the situation!"

Speaking of this, the commentator mobilized the atmosphere with the fans. They wanted to cheer for the home team and raise their morale.

"Counterattack!"

"Break the Knicks streak!"

"Down with the Knicks."

These words drifted into the ears of Yan Song on the sidelines.

Yan Song was embarrassed to say it directly for the sake of image, so he could only complain in his heart.

"Didn't you see me here? How dare you yell so loudly when you are so close to me, what are you doing!"

Yan Song really wants to say something now.

"Get my jersey!"

...

On the pitch, change is unpredictable.

The Knicks, who had just led by 8 points, now only lead by 3 points.

Malone took a few rebounds in a row, allowing his teammates to attack one after another.

"Three offensive rebounds, tough enough."

Malone also started to exert strength, and this rebound also started to wave his elbows.

Oakley didn't dare to step forward, he would be beaten if he stepped forward, and he would suffer if he was beaten.

Another round.

Malone pushed Oakley inside.

The next second, Malone stared at Oakley with a hook.

The ball ran out, Ewing took a slow beat, and hit Malone's finger with his hand, causing a foul.

"Damn, the goal is valid and there is an additional penalty."

Yan Song doesn't want to watch it anymore, it's really unbearable to be ahead and lag behind.

His little heart is pounding now, Yan Song doesn't watch, but the fans get more and more excited. This kind of game looks interesting and exciting enough.

"Yaqi, tell me what's going on on the field later."

Yan Song fell headfirst on Yan Yaqi's lap, facing the little girl's stomach.

Say nothing and don't look back.

"Well, the big chicken got two more points, the gorillas made one, and there, Houston was fouled."

The little girl whispered a lot.

"What the hell is a big chicken leg? Could it be Malone?"

Yan Yaqi may have compared Ma Long's strong arms to big chicken legs.

As expected of his own sister, gluttonous.

I do not know how long it has been.

Yan Song heard Houston calling himself.

"Yan Song, Yan Song."

"Ok?"

Yan Song got up from his sister's lap and looked at the sweaty Houston.

"what happened?"

"Starks played instead of me, I'm... a little tired, you tell him something that needs to be paid attention to."

Houston was out of breath, and Starks entered the NBA in 88.

Yan Song looked at the other party, he was very confident, Yan Song felt that there was no need to remind him.

But Houston had already spoken, and Yan Song walked up to Starks and said.

"Chiles is also off the field. After a while, you and Ward will be closer. When Malone picks and rolls, you can defend."

After Yan Song finished speaking, Starks patted Yan Song's chest.

"Don't worry, I feel good now."

"Well, be careful."

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, the Knicks' starters and substitutes changed again.

The Jazz did not replace Malone, but let Stockton take a break.

Shanton Anderson came off the bench.

The Jazz attacked, and everyone was tense.

Yan Song lay on his sister's lap again, waiting for the final result.

But within a few seconds, Yan Yaqi found that Yan Song had fallen asleep.

"No, brother, you have slept three times today, and you can still fall asleep on my lap."

Yan Yaqi suddenly wanted to slap Yan Song a few times, you could still fall asleep while your brothers were fighting in full swing.

"Hey."

Yan Yaqi sighed, forget it.

Just go to sleep, and recharge your energy before fighting the Jazz again.

Yan Yaqi looked at the court, recorded what happened on the court, and was going to tell her brother when Yan Song woke up.

　The second update, when it's bedtime, I can't write anymore.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)