from the golden generation

Chapter 194 Farewell
Yan Song told White what he thought, and White didn't care, but he didn't show it on his face.

White nodded casually, hey, how can a center want to practice shooting?

If I want to succeed, I will only become a center like O'Neal and Olajuwon, one with strength and one with skill.

White has adopted Yan Song's other suggestions. It goes without saying that he really wants to strengthen his physical fitness.

If he was soft on the inside, he might not be beaten to death by others.

In his impression, the task of the center is only to pick and roll and grab rebounds to ensure the team's work.

This is what Yan Song doesn't know what he thinks, if he knows.

Yan Song will definitely pinch White's ear and tell him, haven't you watched the match between Ewing and Robinson?
Ewing and Robinson have mid-range shots, aren't they also top centers?

If the center forward has a mid-range shot, then this person can pull away to shoot, which can attract firepower to help teammates.

Yan Song generally doesn't tell outsiders about this, after all, someone can change a person if he learns it well.

White is clearly that guy, and he still wants to be a center like O'Neal.

He always felt that Ewing was not like a center who could shoot like that.

Traditional thinking kills people, and White didn't know that his one-time decision would affect his whole life.

After he finished asking his questions, two brothers approached Yan Song.

One of them is a point guard and the other is a point guard, both of which belong to Yan Song's scope of responsibility.

The two asked Yan Song some questions about the defender, and Yan Song took the ball himself and said.

"You are defenders, I hope you can have a good three-pointer."

After finishing speaking, Yan Song stood up and shot a three-pointer, and the ball scored. The two brothers nodded, and Yan Song continued.

"In addition, you have to learn a lot of offensive moves. Don't always think that a guard is a guard. If you have good physical fitness, you can try the attacking style of a small forward."

What Yan Song explained was himself, Yan Song's physical fitness is extremely explosive, the status of a defender, and the body of a forward.

Ewing Houston once doubted whether Yan Song could play center, but this consideration was quickly crossed out by Van Gundy.

How can a guard who is [-] meters [-] play a center? Don't the Knicks have a center?
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After a long period of time, Yan Song gave a very careful explanation to everyone except White.

Tell them what everyone is supposed to do on the field and how to do it.

At the same time, tell them the power of trash talk, the more critical and important the game, the greater the power of trash talk.

Yan Song has tried and tested repeatedly, because when the game is fierce, it is difficult for players to control their emotions.

Some players have bad tempers, and when you call them names and provoke them, they will break the rules of the game when they are angry.

For example, when attacking players who talk trash, I have to mention Larry Bird.

In a match against Dr. J, Bird repeatedly mocked Dr. J who was in poor condition.

Dr. J ignored Bird at first, but Bird pushed his nose on his face, and kept ink in his ears.

As you can imagine the final result, Barkley controlled Bird's hands from behind.

Dr. J faced Bird with a crazy output, and Stern did not punish anyone after the game.

I don't know if Stern couldn't stand Bird's mouth either.

Regardless, Byrd's trash talk was as sudden and powerful as an airstrike.

All teams in the league who have played against the Knicks know that Yan Song's mouth seems to have been snapped from Bird's mouth.

Although the power is much lower, the words spoken are very distinctive.

The players of Georgetown University learned the true biography of Yan Song, and John stood aside and shook his head again and again.

It is not a good thing for Yan Song to teach them this trick, these guys just don't know that Yan Song has been beaten before.

If they knew that Yan Song had been beaten for talking trash, would they still be able to ask Yan Song for advice like a dog?

"ridiculous!"

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After the teaching, Yan Song continued to catch up with Coach John, and they ate and drank some wine.

Yan Song substituted water for wine, and for some reason, he had overfed Coach John.

"Coach, coach, what I drink is water, what's going on with you?"

Yan Song helped Coach John, who had drunk too much, to go to school. Along the way, Yan Song looked at the familiar scenes and shops on the street.

When he got to the door, Yan Song seemed to see himself.

That boy with a dilapidated schoolbag, old clothes and trousers, expressionless eyes and dull eyes...

And the still attractive Iverson, wearing white short sleeves, smiling and patting Yan Song's head...

That boy is back, after a season of separation, Yan Song is back.

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In the afternoon, Yan Song left Georgetown University, not knowing when he will come back after leaving this time.

Yan Song looked down from the plane, and he seemed to be looking at the sky above Georgetown University.

This is a place where I have lived for many years, every time I pass by here, Yan Song is full of thoughts.

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In the afternoon, Yan Song returned to New York.

When he was on the street, Yan Song walked on a chaotic street in New York.

There happened to be a police car passing by, black people on the street were whispering, someone was also trading something.

Yan Song didn't even glance at it, and kept walking forward with his head down.

"Boom!"

With two strange loud noises, Yan Song was startled, but quickly calmed down.

Looking at the faces of everyone on the street, they are all numb and without a trace of humanity.

The police car that just drove past... drove back...

Leaving this place of right and wrong, Yan Song returned to the place where he should be.

He has been outside all day, and now he has no intention of going home.

When he saw someone shooting a basketball, Yan Song walked over there with nothing to do.

When he got to the basketball court, Yan Song could see clearly that there were only a few kids who were not playing games.

Coincidentally, a ball rolled to Yan Song's feet, and Yan Song grabbed it with one hand.

When several teenage children saw it, they all wowed and clapped their hands.

Then, Yan Song threw the ball into the basket with one hand with his right hand.

My strength is still so good, but my control of strength is not as proficient as before.

I have been lying in bed for too long, and it is difficult to get back that feeling even after exercising for a few months.

Hey, this is the impact of injuries on players, Yan Song has a headache.

But seeing those children cast envious eyes on him, Yan Song's mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Come, come, brother will teach you how to play."

Yan Song didn't know if it was teaching people to become addicted, but he took the initiative to call people over to learn how to play.

Although the few children didn't know that he was an NBA player, the operation just now was enough to convince them.

A few little guys lined up and went forward one by one to learn the basic skills from Yan Song. This is the place for normal people...

(End of this chapter)