from the golden generation

Chapter 132
May 1997, 5 in the United States.

The Firefly game that Knicks fans have been longing for has finally arrived.

The two teams often clashed during the regular season, and the two teams even fought a lot, and players on both sides were also punished.

Today, the grievances between the two teams this year will come to an end.

Only the winner can have the last laugh and become the winner of this season.

The first game of the playoffs between the two teams is home to the Miami Heat.

The home fans wore white and red costumes, and the scene was a sea of ​​white and red.

The shouts can be heard even in the locker room.

In the Knicks locker room, Yan Song couldn't wait to sit on the stool, wanting to fight the Heat.

It just so happened that the most improved player was in the Miami Heat, and Yan Song happened to be able to see what he was capable of.

This honor can be earned by relying on a very poor record.

"Yan Song, don't sit still, come quickly."

Ewing greeted Yan Song and got up.

Everyone stands together in a large circle, with their hands on the shoulders of the left and right.

"Definitely!"

A chorus of shouts represents the spiritual beliefs of the Knicks.

Their goal this season is only to win the championship, and Yan Song didn't even think about failure.

As the game time came, everyone in the Knicks walked out of the locker room.

They are all majestic, walking with the wind.

Walked down the player's tunnel under the watchful eye of the camera.

"Now let's welcome! The biggest dark horse to win this season! New York! Nick! Nick! S!"

"First of all, it's the head star of the Knicks, No. 33, Ewing!"

After the host waved his hand, all the lights converged on the player channel.

Ewing straightened his chest and walked to the field with vigorous steps, enjoying the cheers and boos.

The welcome ceremony for the Heat has been completed, and Mourning stared at Ewing with hostility in his eyes.

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

The two snorted at the same time, exhaling air from their noses.

"Next, let's welcome Knicks veteran Charles Oakley!"

...

"Let's welcome, 'Mother' Johnson!"

"CIC king, Alan Houston."

"Next, let us welcome, the Knicks won the best rookie of the first team, Yan Song!"

Yan Song made his final appearance. There were boos on the left side of the channel and cheers on the right side.

It can be seen that Yan Song is both loved and hated.

All the players are here, and the second round of the playoffs officially begins.

The Miami Heat host the New York Knicks.

...

"All players are ready, both sides jump ball!"

Explain the words.

Both Ewing and Mourning have dived from the waist, ready to jump up at any time and compete for the first goal.

"Whoosh."

The basketball flew high through the air from the referee's hands, Mourning jumped up first, Ewing was a little slower, but still managed to keep up.

"collapse."

The two hit the basketball with both hands, and there was a bang.

"Bring it to me!"

Mourning grabbed the ball in the air with one hand and then threw it back.

Brown received the ball and the Miami Heat got the first down.

Brown passed the ball to Tim Hardaway, and Hardaway went straight to Yan Song.

As soon as the two met, Hardaway complained.

"I heard that you pushed me out of the list?"

Hardaway stared at Yan Song, but Yan Song didn't answer, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

But Hardaway chattered endlessly, and seemed to care about the title of the best team.

"Stop nagging, basketball speaks for itself."

After Yan Song finished speaking, he reached out and directly robbed Hardaway.

Mourning looked at Hadaway with a dark face, and Hadaway lowered his head and chased after Yan Song.

The result can be imagined.

Hardaway couldn't catch up with Yan Song in terms of speed. Yan Song saved his energy and scored a layup.

"I made you nagging, you deserve it!"

Yan Song began to taunt Hardaway after the attack was completed, Hardaway frowned and coughed awkwardly.

What is this called?

Although Hardaway wasn't really slapped in the face, his face felt like it was really slapped, and it hurt so hot.

"Don't provoke that kid, Hardaway, don't forget what the coach said."

Brown reminded Hardaway, Hardaway nodded, and then launched a second attack.

Hardaway's offensive scoring ability is good, averaging 20 points per game.

But he is only higher than Yan Song in the number of assists per game. In terms of strength, he really can't beat Yan Song.

The two faced each other again, Hardaway didn't speak this time, but Yan Song couldn't keep his mouth shut, and kept mocking Hardaway.

It would be shameless to say that he was not successful enough but not good enough to argue with a rookie.

Hardaway got a headache from the quarrel, but he kept silent. Yan Song also affected him.

"It turned out that the reason why the coach didn't let me mock him was for this."

Hardaway realized it later and felt a little regretful.

It turns out that if I mocked Yan Song, he would always mock you.

If he didn't mock others, he would ignore him if he was not sure.

Hardaway asked for trouble, and he didn't break through after dribbling for a long time.

By the time the ball was finally thrown to Brown, there were 11 seconds left on the shot clock.

"damn it."

Brown was a little unhappy. This is the playoffs, how could Hardaway be like this, and compare himself with a rookie.

It's okay to be serious, you still can't quarrel with others.

Are you not asking for trouble?You forgot what the coach said, right?

Time is a bit urgent, and Brown has no time to ink with him.

After facing Houston for about 5 seconds, he barely found a shooting opportunity and completed the shot.

It's a pity that the ball didn't hit. Brown let out a few breaths and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Unity, unity is the most important thing."

Brown knows he can't sabotage an entire team with his own ideas.

The opponent is very strong, so he cannot do this.

"Defend, defend."

The home fans chanted in unison.

The explanation continued.

"It seems that the Heat are a bit out of shape. Hardaway just never got rid of Yan Song."

"Yeah, I think the two had an exchange just now. I don't know if it was something Yan Song said that made Hardaway feel bad."

After hearing these words, Yan Song's face turned dark.

It doesn't matter to Lao Tzu, I just said a few words about him, and all I said were his shortcomings.

Am I helping him get rid of his bad habits?

Yan Song found an excuse for himself, and happily patted the ball to launch the Knicks' second attack.

I need to expand my advantage and try to score every goal.

After thinking about it, Yan Song first passed the ball to Houston.

Yan Song then ran to the bottom corner, followed by Hardaway.

Mourning shouted upon seeing this.

"Go to the corner and defend, they're going to shoot threes!"

Say it.

Mourning wants to get rid of Ewing's control, and Yan Song will definitely pass by here in a while, and Ewing cannot be allowed to succeed.

But Ewing got stuck in advance, and Mourning was really hard to get rid of.

Just watching Yan Song run over helplessly, Mourning could only urge his teammates to go to the bottom corner.

Fortunately, Brown arrived there, and Yan Songzai also received the ball at the same time.

I saw Yan Song make a shooting motion, raised the ball and shook it.

Brown was hit, and the center of gravity was transferred and jumped a bit.

Yan Song did not rush, put the ball and took a step to the right.

An open three-point shot, a perfect hit.

5:0.

(End of this chapter)