from the golden generation

Chapter 112 Absolute Shadow (for collection)
At the end of the intermission, everyone in the Knicks was in high spirits.

When they came out of the player tunnel, he saw the Bulls with the same firm expression.

The second half will be a bloody battle, and whoever wins will be in these two quarters.

"Friends in the audience, today's game is very exciting, but only half of the time has passed, and the Knicks temporarily lead by 4 points."

"Let's continue to watch this hearty game!"

After the commentary, the audience cheered.

The Bulls will have the first offense of the second half, they need to be steady, and Jordan lost his original smile.

The situation is a bit bad, but with his own strength, Jordan can guarantee that he will win the Knicks.

"Knicks, Knicks, you will eventually become a stumbling block on my way to winning the championship."

Jordan thought to himself, he likes powerful enemies and teams. Compared to these, Jordan prefers rookies who are not afraid of themselves and dare to challenge themselves.

"Iverson, Yan Song."

Jordan spit out the names of the two, one shook himself away, and the other didn't give himself face.

Neither of them are fuel-efficient, especially Yan Song.

Obviously not from the United States, but arrogant and arrogant, purely a thorn, a thorn in the alliance.

Fighting and one-on-one, these are not what a rookie should do.

Jordan suddenly lost his mind. He stood on the field and slowly recalled his youth.

The third pick in the first round, the scoring leader, the first championship, crying tears...

Jordan closed his eyes, listening to the roar of the mountains and the tsunami.

"Michael?"

Pippen looked at Jordan and just asked.

Jordan patted his butt, he is fine, don't worry.

It's just that before some concepts, I was also arrogant and confident.

"It's old, it's not been a few years since I retired, I really envy these young people."

The words fall.

Jordan's eyes suddenly showed a fierce look, now is not the time to miss, he must be strong, even if he is about to retire, it will take a few years.

He is still the strongest shooting guard in the league!

"go!"

Jordan pulled Pippen, not understanding what he had just been stunned by.

The Bulls still have a chance, and Jordan holds the ball and walks towards the frontcourt.

Cole did not end and continued to serve as the starting position.

left orientation.

Yan Song saw that Qiao Dan lost the last trace of his smile, he knew that Qiao Dan was serious and would not let him down again, and let himself go.

As he expected, Jordan's eyes showed a strong killing intent.

When he was in front of Yan Song, Jordan started to accelerate and broke through to the left.

Yan Song kept an eye on the defense, and also kept an eye on Jordan's other side.

"Boom."

Jordan jumped behind his back, opened the space in an instant, and then followed up with a fadeaway jumper.

The score narrowed, and everyone in the Knicks did not hesitate.

Yan Song received the pass from his teammate and ran with the ball in his right hand.

"Humph."

Jordan snorted coldly and stepped forward to defend.

But after chasing for a while, Qiao Dan was surprised to find that he couldn't catch up with Yan Song at all.

Not only himself, but even Pippen in front couldn't stop Yan Song.

Yan Song was one-stop in the field, and no one from the backcourt made it to the frontcourt.

The fans in the auditorium shouted, and the commentator screamed again and again.

"That's absolute speed!"

This sentence flashed through Yan Song's mind, making fun of himself for 9.99 seconds for the [-]-meter race.

Who can stop me when I explode with all my strength?
"Yan Song is about to dunk."

The commentator told Yan Song's actions in advance, the next moment.

Yan Song soared into the air, with his back facing the basket, grabbing the ball with both hands, and it took two rounds before smashing the ball into the basket.

Run fast and buckle fast.

Yan Song once again impressed countless people with his domineering speed and violent and chic movements.

"So the yellow race is so strong?"

Phil Jackson asked secretly in his heart.

As a native of Huaxia, Yan Song also represents Huaxia's status in the NBA.

Now in 1997, there are not many but not many people in China who pay attention to the NBA, at least up to Stern's standard.

Stern is sure and confident that the ratings and attention will increase.

Huaxia will no longer only broadcast the finals live, they will follow Yan Song's game closely, which is also the foundation for Yan Song to have a status in the NBA.

To put it bluntly, Stern is using Yan Song, he is using Yan Song's identity, and the Chinese people's concern for their compatriots.

He used this to succeed in getting what he had in mind.

Yan Song knew in his heart that if Stern used him, he would not suffer.

At least Stern won't punish himself for doing bad things by himself.

For example, he made a celebration gesture of cutting his throat. This gesture is not allowed because it is too violent and bloody.

But Yan Song can do it, and some people think that this is Yan Song's future celebration.

Looking at the entire NBA, it seems that only Yan Song will not be fined for doing this action.

It's been a long time since that happened, but I still remember it clearly.

Yan Song can't forget his happy time in NBA.

I will become stronger and stronger, and my compatriots on the other side of the sea are still watching me...

"kill!"

Yan Song yelled towards the sky, but the referee ignored him.

what can I do?You are at home, I can only warn you at most, and you still know the president, what do you think I should do?
Of course I pretended not to hear.

The referee buckled his ears, and Phil Jackson spread his hands, what are you doing, the status of the Bulls is not low, okay?

And it's very tall, you actually let a rookie shout kill on the field, do you still want to be a referee?
Phil Jackson rolled the referee's eyes, and the referee noticed the opponent.

Damn it, you are in a dilemma, you have made yourself a human being inside and out, and I hate refereeing your two teams the most!
...

The cheers never stopped after Yan Song dunked, and the screams, big and small, were deafening.

The fans are tireless, the Bulls are working hard, and the Knicks are working hard.

The two sides bombarded the basket frantically, made three-pointers, 2+1, or missed two free throws.

The fight between the two sides was in full swing, and the uncles in the front row stroked their hair.

Oh my god, big brothers, do you want to be so vicious? If I hadn't seen the tickets just now, I would have thought I was watching the finals.

"It shouldn't be like this in a regular season."

The words fall.

Someone beside the uncle spoke.

"Uncle, I think they played this game as a pre-season game."

He is still a young man with insight, and his statement has been unanimously approved by the people around him.

That's right, the Knicks and the Bulls should have come to this game as a playoff, no wonder the two teams are fighting so hard.

If the Bulls win, it will have a certain impact on the Knicks, and the Knicks' win can explain one thing.

The Knicks are eligible to beat the Bulls and advance to the semifinals or even the finals.

"Defense, damn it."

Jordan was a little anxious, his teammates failed to defend his opponent, and the Knicks scored again.

He scolded in his heart, why can't you all be like yourself, you are all human, why is there such a big difference?
Jordan was a little serious, perhaps because he was anxious, the score was already 8 points behind, and he bragged at the beginning that he wanted to beat the Knicks.

But it's not like you don't know what's going on now, the opponent's morale is strong and it's hard to stop.

The only way right now is to win steadily like the Knicks in the first half, while the Knicks need to win steadily!
(End of this chapter)