from the golden generation

Chapter 148
4 Jordan's perfect personal attack won the applause of the fans present.

Jordan shook his finger and said that scoring this time was a trivial matter. Yan Song looked at his back and smiled slightly.

"Oh, the old rascal is more proud than me."

After Yan Song finished talking in his heart, he passed the ball to Houston and chose to score, entangled with Jordan.

Yan Song's position is not very good, and Jordan's defense is relatively strict, so he didn't have a good position to receive the ball for a while.

Because it is the semifinals, Jordan will not neglect or passive defense.

The pursuit of Yan Song lasted for more than ten seconds. Finally, with the cooperation of Johnson's pick-and-roll, Yan Song was able to catch the ball for a few seconds.

But he just ran out, and Houston had already shot.

"when."

The basketball hit the back edge of the basket, the ball bounced on it, spun rapidly in the air, and finally fell into the net again.

Goal scored, Houston laughed.

This ball is blind, and everyone can see that it is a bad ball.

God seems to favor the Knicks.

"Never mind, attack."

After Pippen finished speaking, he hurriedly launched the next attack, and the two teams took turns to play like this.

Jordan held the ball again in the frontcourt, and he made Yan Song tense when he got the ball, and he did not dare to relax at all.

"Can't another person attack?"

Yan Song began to complain in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not difficult at all, clinging to each other for a while, and taking a step back to defend.

Jordan didn't find a good opportunity to attack. Seeing Rodman coming to pick and roll for himself, Jordan's demeanor remained unchanged and continued to maintain the original expression.

"Yan Song, there is a pick and roll on your left!"

At the same time, Johnson yelled, and Yan Song retreated subconsciously, just avoiding Rodman.

In order to prevent Jordan from shooting a three-pointer, Yan Song rushed forward again at the first time, preventing Jordan from any problems.

But how could Jordan be so easy to defend? His offensive ability ranks first in the league, and he scored with a physical confrontation and a turnaround jumper.

Yan Song was not discouraged and took two breaths.

It's the turn of the Knicks to attack, he must maintain 100% state, put into the game.

Otherwise, if one is not careful, Yan Song is worried that he will lose the game.

We must seize the opportunity now, and if there is no opportunity, we must wait for the opportunity and wait for the opportunity.

Houston passed the ball to Yan Song, and Yan Songsan threatened to test Jordan.

Jordan didn't dare to be careless. Yan Song's three threats are really very threatening, breakthrough, shooting, and passing.

Any action of Yan Song can catch people off guard.

But a funny scene happened. Yan Song shook Jordan for more than ten seconds, but he didn't break through, attack or pass the ball.

Jordan wondered if this kid was playing himself like a monkey again.

In the next second, Yan Song threw the ball high and passed it to Oakley.

Now Jordan's face turned black, his head was full of question marks, you bastard is really good, dare to shake me for so long, wasting my feelings.

Oakley singles Rodman with the ball, Rodman's defense is good, Oakley is a bit difficult to top him.

Calling Rodman also made some small moves, and it was difficult for Oakley to break through for a while.

"Inside, pass."

Ewing's voice reached Oakley's ears, and Oakley didn't hesitate because there was not enough time left.

He can't hesitate, or he will be blamed.

next second.

Oakley threw the ball, and Ewing was about to catch it when Longley suddenly rushed up and knocked the ball away.

"Ok?"

Ewing was a little surprised, but before he had time to think about it, he rushed to grab the basketball.

Langley was about to get it, but Ewing pushed the ball away with one hand.

With 4 seconds left in the time, Longley once again broke the ball in Ewing's hand.

But he didn't get the ball, he threw it into the air and fell directly into the audience.

"give me!"

"Give me the ball."

The fans started to fight, and the momentum was no less than that of Ewing Longley and the two just fighting.

They're not trying to get the basketball away, they're just trying to grab the ball and pass it to their idols.

However, there are still some rational fans, they all avoided and waited for the few contenders to decide the winner before returning to their seats.

A man in his mid-30s grabbed the ball and gleefully tossed it at Jordan.

Jordan caught it firmly, and the beautiful face flushed.

But Jordan did not serve and executed the offense.

The ball belonged to the Knicks, and Longley had just fumbled the ball.

I don't know what this fan thinks, if I have to give it to myself, is my charm really so great?
Jordan was a little flattered, and touched his big bald head, very proud.

"Tch, it stinks."

Yan Song clicked his tongue, and said this sentence boldly, the voice is not small.

After hearing this, Qiao Dan squinted at Yan Song.

Heh, brat, you are the only one who has the courage to talk to me like that.

Qiao Dan was broad-minded and didn't take it seriously, but he was also planning in his heart how to teach Yan Song a lesson.

Now everyone is closed, just warming up.

I really should put up some strength, let Yan Song see his unsolvable scoring ability, and let this rookie king see the power of the god of basketball.

"Humph!"

Jordan let out a breath through his nostrils, threw the ball to the referee and walked towards the field.

Because of the out-of-bounds relationship, the Knicks got relief time and preparation time.

Ewing passed the ball on the left, Yan Song ran quickly, and Jordan was waiting for him on the right.

Yan Song received the ball, and when he saw Jordan, he stood and waited for him, Yan Song grinned.

"Hehe, if you want to show your predictive ability, I won't give you this chance."

next second.

Yan Song received the ball in his abdomen five or six steps behind the three-point line. After accumulating energy, he made a shot under Jordan's incredulous gaze.

"Super three-pointer, unbelievable, this is the semi-finals, is he crazy?"

The commentator was amazed again and again, but Yan Song didn't move his eyes or heart, so they didn't care what they thought.

4 My shot is very straight, even if it is not hollow, I can hit the board.

Yan Song stood there confidently, and then everyone heard the very crisp sound of surfing the Internet.

"Empty, hollow?"

"Long-range three-pointer? This..."

The commentator couldn't speak now, and his face was in hot pain as if he had been beaten.

The slap in the face came so fast that the commentator couldn't accept it.

They only have one thought in mind now, why is Yan Song so perverted?who?
This is the semifinals, and you're fucking shooting long-range [-]-pointers at Jordan, and you're fucking making them.

The audience was silent for dozens of seconds, and the fans could not be heard.

Yan Song wiped Qiao Dan's neck. I use this celebratory gesture casually, and I not only want to use it, but I also want to treat you.

When you face the god of basketball, do this neck wiping action...

(End of this chapter)