from the golden generation

Chapter 114 The Last Moment (For Collection)
The game has reached the most critical moment, in the fourth quarter, the winner is about to emerge.

"Attack, attack quickly."

Jordan sticks out his tongue, getting more and more crazy, he's crazy.

The strength of the Knicks made him unexpected.

"Boom."

Jordan jumped and exploded the ball, and he swiped the basketball over Yan Song's head with his big hand.

Yan Song lost his position, and Jordan chose to throw the basketball high in the face of Ewing's block.

The basketball hit the hoop, jingled left and right several times, and then fell into the hoop.

Jordan's set of operations was smooth and smooth to complete the offense.

"It's still one point away."

Jordan sneered.

The Knicks are now only one point ahead of the Bulls. For him, one shot can solve this point.

"Michael scored 39 points, you almost won by one man!"

The commentator danced excitedly, and the people around couldn't stop him at all.

Please pay attention to the primary and secondary, okay, this is the home court of the Knicks, and you have been praising Jordan since the fourth quarter.

As if you are afraid that someone will not know that you are a Jordan fan.

The people around gave the crazy narrator a blank look, he was crazy, he could mobilize the atmosphere.

Maybe it can also increase the ratings.

"Yan Song, catch the ball."

Ewing handed the ball to Yan Song, and Yan Song attacked with the ball again without saying a word.

"Defend him, guard him!"

Jordan yelled and stepped forward to defend.

"Whoosh whoosh."

With three backward crotch dribbles in a row, Yan Song retreated from the three-point line.

At the same time, Johnson blocked Jordan's right side.

Yan Song pulled suddenly, and Jordan lost control of Yan Song. Fortunately, Pippen ran forward in time, trying to stop Yan Song.

But Yan Song has already jumped up.

A straight body and standard shooting action are displayed at the top of the arc.

With a three-point shot, Yan Song confidently opened his hands, only waiting for the cheers of the fans.

"I'm going, the ball is in."

The commentator was shocked, followed by the shouts of the fans.

"Yan Song is too ruthless, this cooperation is not worse than the triangle offense, right?"

The man asked a question to his partner, who was wearing a Jordan jersey.

Today he was dragged here by his friend. He was going to watch the game at home today, but he didn't expect this guy to kidnap him and lead him to Madison Garden.

Must prove that the Knicks can beat the Bulls.

And he can only tell his friends not to wishful thinking, to break the Bulls' winning streak, you Knicks don't even think about it.

The score was pulled, and the Knicks led by 4 points.

88:84.

The Bulls fell behind temporarily, with only 5 minutes left before the end of the game.

"There is still a chance, hold on to the defense!"

Jordan is anxious, really anxious, this game depends on the posture, the Knicks are going to deal with it with the playoffs.

And they seem determined to win, to beat themselves.

"Boy, you are delusional."

After Jordan finished speaking to Yan Song in the distance, he patted the ball and entered the frontcourt.

"There are 4 minutes and 48 seconds left in the game. Can the Bulls overtake and can Jordan stage a lore?"

The commentator repeated this many times, and the fans never tire of hearing it. There is nothing wrong with what he said. They want to see a lore, and this game is an opportunity.

If Jordan really equalizes the score, then watch the big-hearted players on both sides perform.

"Boom."

Break through on the left.

Qiao Dan leaned on Yan Song with his right hand and stepped forward quickly.

When he saw Ewing wanting to lean on him, he immediately passed the ball to Longley under the basket.

Langley didn't hesitate and got up immediately.

But he was blocked by Oakley. Oakley yelled, and the basketball was shot off.

Ewing got the ball and raised it over his head, ready to launch a fast break.

"Humph."

A cold snort sounded from behind Ewing. It was Rodman. The tiger dunked the basketball with one hand a second before the ball was thrown.

Immediately afterwards, Rodman made a layup, and Oakley, who had already run out, had no chance to block the shot.

Rodman completed the layup, and the second after the ball entered the basket, a big hand slapped on the backboard.

It was none other than Yan Song himself who did this stupid thing.

At this moment, he was covering his hands in pain, cursing loudly.

"Grandma's pain really hurts!"

Yan Song blew on his hand, trying to relieve it.

But Ewing didn't wait for him, as soon as he passed the ball, Yan Song looked at him.

What are you looking at me for?Are you waiting for the referee to blow your whistle without dribbling half court?

Yan Song's face darkened, he shook his sore hands a few times, and entered the frontcourt in the sixth second.

"One minute and 4 seconds left."

Yan Song muttered a sentence in his heart, and handed the ball to Oakley in the low post.

Oakley glanced at Yan Song's position first, and then hit the basket with a punch.

After several consecutive impacts, Rodman was knocked back a few steps.

When he saw Oakley turn around, he subconsciously thought that the opponent was going to shoot, and immediately clung to him.

But Oakley turned around and missed the shot, instead throwing the ball back.Rodman couldn't see what was going on behind him, but saw the basketball pass over his head two seconds later.

According to the commentary, it seemed that Yan Song was behind Oakley just now.

Rodman patted his thigh, shit, it's Boy Yan again.

Now Rodman doesn't call Yan Song Yan Song anymore, he suddenly feels that Boy Yan calls very smoothly.

Being able to show that he is an elder and give the other party a small nickname can kill two birds with one stone.

"Everyone has 3 minutes and 44 seconds, guard them."

Yan Song began to boost morale, and his voice brought Rodman back to his senses.

There are only about 3 minutes left, and the Knicks must be defended next, otherwise the game will definitely be lost.

The opportunity is coming soon.

After the two sides attacked once, this time it was the Knicks' offense.

Opportunities also occurred in this attack. Ewing missed the hook and Rodman got the 18th rebound of the game.

The ball then went to Jordan's hands, 92 to 88, and Jordan is about to revise history.

"Jordan made a three-pointer and it went in!"

The roar sounded, and Jordan made a key three-pointer, 92 to 91, with about 1 minute left.

The days of failure seem to be tilting towards the Knicks.

"Last chance, hold on!"

After Yan Song shouted, his back tightened, it was an ominous premonition.

Is this game going to be defeated by Jordan again?

But things haven't happened yet, how can I be willing to do so.

Yan Song began to deliberately waste time, 59 seconds, 54 seconds.

The offensive time was about to run out, but fortunately Yan Song threw the ball to Houston.

Fortunately, Houston's mid-range is stable enough to make a successful hit.

"Haha, in the last 49 seconds, leading by three points, Jordan, come on."

Yan Song started to laugh, but the joy disappeared in an instant.

Because Jordan has already attacked.

Everyone in the Knicks was in a hurry, but they made a serious mistake, allowing Jordan to easily score two points.

"39 seconds, two attacks."

After all, Yan Song still started to waste time like last time.

That's what Jordan did last time, making himself anxious.

Looking at Jordan on the opposite side, isn't he the same now?
Who said that Jordan is not in a hurry now, Yan Song kicked him away.

　The sea cucumber has hypoglycemia, and I have to go to the hospital tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)