from the golden generation

Chapter 339 The last shot! ! !
In the 97-98 season, at the end, everything was decided after one game.

The grievances between the Knicks and the Jazz, the Knicks' revenge battle, and the Jazz's battle of honor are all unforgettable.

What Yan Song thinks is the last battle against the Jazz has already started.

The Jazz fought with their backs and tried their best.

At this time, at the entrance of the Jazz's home arena, Jordan and Phil Jackson hurried to the arena.

He didn't count the time today and was late.

The final decisive battle has reached the fourth quarter, and he wants to see with his own eyes who will win the final championship.

"Old man, run quickly."

Jordan yelled at Jackson who was behind him, and Jackson had black lines on his face.

Your uncle, the leather shoes I wear, of course it is comfortable for you to run in basketball shoes, I am very tired.

Jackson couldn't keep up with Jordan, and Jordan ran into the arena alone, sweat beading his bald head.

"call."

Jordan has heard the cheers in the arena. It seems that the Jazz played this game very smoothly.

Jordan was a little anxious, and the speed was a little faster. He hurried up the steps to look at the scoreboard.

"87 to 87?"

Jordan read out two sets of numbers, why is the score so low?Could it be?Is Yan Song injured?

Jordan looked at the field with such thoughts, he was looking for Yan Song's figure.

After a few glances, Qiao Dan saw Yan Song and the scores Yan Song got.

"42 points!"

Yan Song scored 42 points himself, and now the Knicks on the court do not have Houston and Oakley.

Jordan saw the two of them on the bench, Houston and Oakley looking exhausted.

Jordan speculated that the Jazz had a tactic to consume the two of them, because both Russell and Foster were off the court.

The physical status of both of them is about the same as that of Houston Oakley.

This is a one-for-one risky tactic, but it is clear that what the Jazz want to achieve has been accomplished.

Now, the Knicks are relying on Yan Song to persevere alone, and there are only about 40 seconds left in the game.

This time the Knicks were on the offensive side, and Yan Song held the ball against Malone.

Ma Long scored 37 points in this game. He opened his hands and showed a fierce look on his face.

Yan Song fought fiercely. When Stockton came to steal, Yan Song suddenly jumped the ball and passed the ball over Stockton's head.

When Yan Song got to the inside, he threw the ball, but Ma Long reacted quickly, and his finger touched Yan Song's throw.

Yan Song was hit by an interference ball at the front of the basket.

Dudley went to grab the rebound like crazy, but was suddenly hit by Malone's elbow in the stomach, and the saliva seemed to be beaten out.

Dudley clutched his stomach, Yan Song looked at Ma Long in surprise, then he looked at the referee, but the referee was expressionless and did not whistle.

Yan Song didn't care about Dudley's injury, he flicked the ball, and the ball flew into the air again.

When Yan Song was about to jump up again, Stockton secretly tugged Yan Song.

The referee chose to ignore again, and Yan Song had no chance to compete for key rebounds.

Jordan scolded Farke and raised his middle finger at the referee.

It's too fake.

The referee ignored such an obvious foul.

Jordan only felt that the Knicks were dangerous, but at the next moment, something he didn't expect happened again.

Dudley actually jumped up to compete for the rebound with his stomach hurting. Although he didn't get it, the ball stayed in the air again, which gave Yan Song a chance.

The consumption of the attack time just now, plus the 30 seconds of the scramble time, this is not good news.

Yan Song was ruthless, he pushed Ma Long away, jumped the ball and got the rebound.

But the next second after getting the ball, the referee's whistle sounded...

"No. 11 of the visiting team, Yan Song pushed for a foul!"

After the words fell, the Jazz home fans cheered happily, and they laughed happily.

But Jordan showed disgust on his face, looking at the people around him, very angry.

Pushing foul, Malone got two free throw opportunities, which is too critical for the 11-second game.

Ma Long walked to the free throw line, Yan Song looked at the Knicks bench with a straight face.

At the same time, he also discovered Jordan.

When Yan Song saw Jordan, he suddenly thought of something.

He then walked up to Malone and yelled.

"The postman doesn't work on weekends!"

After Yan Song finished speaking, he backed away, and Ma Long immediately threw the first ball.

"Bangdang."

The basketball had already entered half of the hoop, but it bounced out from behind.

The goal was missed, and the Jazz's home court burst into boos. Yan Song clapped his hands and yelled again.

"The postman does not work on weekends."

After the words fell, Malone made another free throw, and the ball was at the front of the basket, which was obviously caused by the weak shooting.

Missed two free throws and rebounds were the stuff of everyone's loot.

I saw that Stockton grabbed a rebound from Johnson with 10 seconds left.

Malone ran to the bottom corner, Stockton then handed the ball to Malone, and Malone hit Dudley to attack inside.

With 9 seconds left in the clock, Yan Song panicked. He was inexperienced and panicked.

But at this critical moment, Yan Song heard Jordan's roar.

"Go to the bottom corner!"

Yan Song ran uncontrollably to the bottom corner. He quickly ran to Ma Long's right side, and clapped his hands to steal the ball.

Johnson stepped up to block Malone, and Malone fell to the ground without standing still. Yan Song got the ball in 6.3 seconds.

He suddenly couldn't hear any sound, and kept running to the front field.

Super fast, extremely fast, so fast...

"Soft goods! Parallel goods!"

"Yellow Man!"

The interference of some Jazz fans to Yan Song was eliminated by himself, and Yan Song rushed to the frontcourt in an instant.

There are 4.4 seconds left...Yan Song rushes into the three-point line...The game time is only 3.6 seconds...

Stockton was in front of Yan Song, and Yan Song gave Stockton a physical confrontation and then stepped on the ground with his left foot to explode with all his strength.

"Backshot!"

"In the last 1.8 seconds, Yan Song jumped back and shot!"

Yan Song flew in the air and threw the basketball.

The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and approached the Jazz's basket.

Tens of thousands of people present stared wide-eyed, watching Yan Song, who was one-stop in the audience, throw the last ball.

Watching the basketball slowly fall into the basket, the net swished, the ball... went in...

"0.4 seconds, the last 0.4 seconds!"

"Yan Song beat the Jazz! The last shot!"

The goal was scored, and only the Knicks fans screamed, but it was louder than tens of thousands of Jazz fans.

The Jazz had no timeouts, and Stockton made a three-point shot in the backcourt.

Everyone in the Knicks jumped at Yan Song, Yan Song was surrounded by everyone, each of them had a smile on their faces, and Yan Song was lifted up by everyone.

The Knicks beat the Jazz 4-0.

Yan Song also presented a lore for the team at the end, the last shot, lore everything!
"MVP!"

(End of this chapter)