from the golden generation

Chapter 165 Killing God Yan Song

The audience was boiling, and the game was absolutely as exciting as the finals.

The players on both sides were sweating profusely, but they were tireless.

Yan Song even fought for more than 30 minutes, swearing to defend the dignity of the home court.

"This time, I will definitely win!"

...

The power of the Bulls is unmatched, Longley dunks every other, and Pippen made many defensive steals.

Jordan's many layups, fadeaway jumpers, and Cole's three-pointers kept the game boiling until the end of the third quarter.

During the break, the enthusiasm remained undiminished.That's why Jordan loved Madison Gardens.

The atmosphere of the players here is very good, and they will definitely be motivated to play here, and they can enter the state faster.

"Now the score is 79 to 78, and the Knicks temporarily lead by one point."

"My hands are numb now, I even thought it was the finals just now."

The commentators were impressed by the game. By the end of the third quarter, Jordan had scored 38 points, and Yan Song had 33 points.

This is a beautiful picture that everyone wants to see, and it is enjoyable to play in this way.

Many people also began to compare this game with yesterday's game between the Rockets and the Jazz.

"How does the game between the Rockets and the Jazz compare to this one? Fortunately, I got tickets, otherwise I would have watched it at home."

"Yeah, I said why is it so expensive in front of the door, it's worth the money!"

The fans are full of praise, and at this time they want to see someone take the game away, that is, the lore.

Because the scores of the two teams are very close, Knicks fans prefer Yan Song or Ewing to execute this attack.

Both are recognized leaders of the Knicks, but Yan Song is the future and Ewing is the current one.

"Coach, don't worry, I'll definitely beat him when I play!"

Yan Song began to swear, and now he doesn't care about his image at all.

Van Gundy was also very temperamental and excited at this time.

Now he can't wait to change his jersey, go up and play for a while to enjoy his hands.

"Shoot a three-pointer in a moment and take the bull away!"

After Van Gundy finished speaking, everyone let out a loud roar and celebrated together again.

This game must be won!
"Audience friends, the game has restarted, let's see who loses and who wins in this last quarter!"

"Knicks! Knicks! Knicks!"

The audience shouted in unison, Yan Song only felt his back go numb, and now this treatment is exactly what a big star should have.

However, I was not much different from the star, and when I was on the stage, the sense of numbness was eliminated by the sense of responsibility.

Now I cannot be disturbed by any external objects, I am now a cold-blooded killer.

It's his job to kill the game.

"The game started, the Knicks Yan Song was holding the ball."

Yan Song dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, and when he got to Jordan, Jordan suddenly slapped the floor with both hands.The scene boiled again, and even the commentator screamed.

"What does it mean?"

Yan Song was puzzled, but the commentator hurriedly said.

"Jordan just slapped the floor, he's going to defend seriously!"

The words fall.

Yan Song went out, broke through on the right side and leaned against Jordan, Rodman was on the right, and Jordan was on the left.

Yan Song thought for a while, and suddenly took a step towards the gap between the two, and then Yan Song took another step to the right.

"This is…"

"when!"

The Eurostep slam dunk came out again, and the fans had no energy to shout, it was so exciting.

All these wonderful things were lined up for them to see. They were really tired, but they were still screaming with their necks pulled.

And the ball just dunked hit Langley's head.

This scene, this section, is all wonderful operations.

"Langley will pay him back later!"

Pippen came alive, a little more bloody.

The triangle offense is launched again, passing to the inside.

Langley successfully tricked Ewing into jumping, Langley smashed the ball with one hand, and the ball hit Ewing's head.

"Reciprocity, good!"

Yan Song quickly took the ball and passed it to Johnson, while he accelerated towards the frontcourt, while Rodman closely followed Yan Song.

"Rabbit... bastard, why are you running... so fast."

Rodman couldn't bear it any longer, Yan Song had just rested for a while, could it be that he had regained his strength.

"wrong?"

Rodman suddenly noticed something was wrong, he saw that Yan Song's hands seemed to be shaking.

"tired?"

Rodman was puzzled, but it was not impossible. No matter how hard Yan Song played for 48 minutes, it would be very difficult.

But people are really going to do it, and the price seems to be exchanged with the body.

"Hoo, hoo!"

Yan Song's breathing became heavier and heavier, all ten people were like this, without exception.

They really did it, panting for the word.

Johnson scored a one-stop layup, and the Knicks scored two more points.

In this way, you come and go, and the two teams start to work hard.

Foul, free throw, foul and free throw.

Either he will blow you away, or you will blow him away.

Now it's really taking their lives to play every timeout, everyone is gasping for breath, and everyone is not tired.

...

The game came to the end of the fourth quarter, and the score came to an astonishing 102 to 103, with the Knicks trailing by one point.

They scored 70 points from more than [-] points in the third quarter.

Jordan also scored 47 points at this time, just 3 points away, and Jordan was about to score 50 points.

And our rookie king has now scored 41 points.

There is still a gap from 50 points, but not far.

But these are not the point, the point is that there are only 59 seconds left in the game.

"Will there be a lore?"

This is the voice of everyone.

People are looking forward to the lore, as long as there is a lore, this game will be perfect, and it may continue.

In the last 50 seconds or so, the Knicks, as the attacker this time, Yan Song began to deliberately delay time.

With more than 40 seconds remaining in the time, Yan Song began to officially attack.

With a mid-range shot, Yan Song scored two points and the score became 104 to 103.

With 39 seconds left, Jordan didn't mean to delay the time.

Delaying time is not good for the Bulls. After all, this is the Knicks' home court and they want to resolve the game as early as possible.

Jordan turned for a layup and completed the drive with 23 seconds left.

Jordan shook his hand fiercely, and the time he left for the Knicks was less than 24 seconds, which was a dangerous warning.

But the Knicks did not stabilize the offense. Oakley hit the iron with a throw and Rodman grabbed a key rebound.

The Bulls launched a make-or-break attack at 14 seconds.

"Jordan made a mid-range shot and went in!"

"104 to 107, the Bulls lead by three points, with 7 seconds left in the game."

At this moment, nearly 2 people stood up and stared at the ball.

Because there is no timeout, the Knicks can be said to be really cornered.

"Give it to me!"

Yan Song pushed Jordan away, and Ewing quickly passed the ball to him.

Yan Song didn't panic in the face of three or four people's double-teaming.

Bite the bullet, desperately control the ball and run to the frontcourt.

"5 seconds!"

Yan Song continued to run, he was not far from the three-point line.

"3 seconds!"

Yan Song is in disguise, he is looking for shooting opportunities.

"1.2 seconds, Yan Song made a move."

Outside the three-point line on the left, Yan Song soared into the air. He held his breath until his body fell.

"thump."

Yan Song was knocked to the ground by Jordan when he was close to landing, and he fell sideways.

Before anyone could react, there was movement at the basketball hoop.

"Shh!"

The sound was so crisp that it couldn't be more crisp. Yan Song, who was in pain, knew it after hearing the roar of the fans.

The ball went in, the decisive one, and he made it himself.

But the matter is not over yet, Yan Song was just knocked over by Jordan, and he was still in the air because he didn't land.

The referee announced that Jordan had fouled, and Yan Song would have to add another penalty.

"Oh shit!"

Rodman scolded directly. Someone wanted to ask the referee to argue, but Jordan stopped him.

"See if that kid can make the winning shot."

After saying that, Jordan walked towards the basket. He didn't look at Yan Song, but stared at the basket tightly.

The next second, he heard the sound of Yan Song's shot, and the basketball flew out of the air and spun towards the basket.

"Shh!"

The goal was scored, and everyone on the Bulls looked at that 0.1 second, speechless.

It was impossible to take a shot at this time. They lost the game, and the Knicks just won the third game.

The audience cheered thunderously, and everyone had smiles on their faces...

(End of this chapter)