from the golden generation

Chapter 387: Second Master Yan Song Gets Angry!
The audience was noisy, and the intertwined noise made the atmosphere break through another apex.

"Yan Song beat the Bucks. When he threw the ball, he could already see the heart in people's throats."

Yan Song was surrounded by Iverson and others, and Robinson was trying to block Yan Song.

At this moment, he was covering his head in disbelief, feeling incredible that his defense had become the background board.

Even if Yan Song made countless three-pointers against him in the game, they were not as big a blow as this lore.

Robinson was completely hopeless, and Ray Allen sat on the ground, looking at the point on the scoreboard that was overtaken by Yan Song, and the game time was up.

He had clearly seen through Iverson's trick, but he was defeated by Yan Song.

Could it be that Yan Song is the variable.

In the last second or so, he could still move sideways. At first, Lei Allen thought Yan Song was crazy.

But now, he was the one who went crazy.

Yan Song!Too strong…

Yan Song defended Philadelphia's honor with a three-pointer, and waited until they finished celebrating.

Everyone in the Bucks took the initiative to find everyone in Philadelphia and shook hands.

"It was a great game, and you almost won it."

Iverson held Ray Allen's hand, and Ray Allen smiled wryly.

At this time, the AI ​​still has to hit itself, it is really enough.

On the other hand, Robinson hugged Yan Song in frustration, he was a little too excited.

Robinson really admires Yan Song in his heart now, the man who killed himself deserves respect.

"Brother, you won, not only the game, but also our respect for you."

Listening to Robinson's words, Yan Song felt a sense of accomplishment first, and then some sympathy.

The level of the Bucks' game today is really at the playoff level, and there are really not many teams that can push Philadelphia to this level.

The Bucks will surely enter the playoffs this season, and Yan Song and his team won tonight's victory. People's applause has already exposed some shortcomings of their teammates.

Yan Song didn't get angry at the scene, and a reporter had some exchanges with him and Iverson here.

"The cooperation between the two tonight is the key to the victory of the game. Is there anything you want to say to each other?"

"Ah."

The two made a sound of thinking at the same time, Yan Song looked sideways at Iverson, and Iverson looked up at Yan Song.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they said together.

"Well done, brother."

After the words fell, the two embraced together, and the people around applauded the relationship between Yan Song and Iverson.

Today, their physical strength was exhausted. When they returned to the locker room, both Yan Song and Iverson took off their shirts and threw them aside.

The two lay on the ground, one on the left and the other on the right, enjoying the time of physical recovery.

"AI."

"what happened?"

"We still have too many weaknesses."

"Yeah, the first half felt like three-on-five."

After Iverson finished speaking, Lynch and Snow, who were arranging their clothes, lowered their heads.

They also knew that they were embarrassed, but Snow woke up ahead of time and took some actions in the second half.

This made Yan Song not directly scold anyone by name, and he didn't want to talk about Lynch either.

If they are tired, they can't help them if they don't try to be strong. The playoffs are the key. If they don't perform well, they can just get out and save themselves from being a jerk on the court.

Yan Song thought about it, and also felt that there was something wrong with Philadelphia's inside line. Ratliff's height was a major flaw first.

The team still needs a strong defensive center. Now there is no need for offensive players, only defensive champions.

Yan Song thought, is there anyone who fits these criteria.

Shaquille O'Neal's words are strong offensively and defensively, but it is impossible for the Lakers to let him out.

Yan Song continued to think, looking for the ones that had overshadowed him in his memory.

"Hey, Uncle Mu, a big mountain in Africa."

Yan Song bent down and stood up. Uncle Mu's words are now in the Eagles. Can you fix him so that Ratliff can play power forward.

Philadelphia's defense can also be strengthened.

Uncle Mu is indeed the best candidate, but Philadelphia has just signed him, so there must not be much room for salary.

"Ma De, if Uncle Mu can come, I am willing to cut my salary."

Yan Song was ruthless, but he also understood that it would be difficult to recruit Uncle Mu this season, and it would be okay to wait until the 2000-2001 season to recruit Uncle Mu.

Anyway, Philadelphia is not weak now.

Yan Song is much more comfortable, there are still some strong teams this year.

The veteran Lakers, and the Bucks who just played against each other.

And the Pacers team that surprised many people, yes, the team with Miller, their current record is only second to Philadelphia, ranking second in the Eastern Conference, and it can be regarded as a dark horse.

Second, that is the Knicks.This is Yan Song's old team.

Although Yan Song and Oakley have left, there are still Ewing, Johnson, Houston and Ward.

With them, the Knicks' record is not as good as before, but they can also enter the playoffs.

"I hope the Knicks can be eliminated sooner. I don't want to beat those old brothers in the playoffs."

Following Yan Song's last words, he stood up and began to tidy up his clothes.

...

The teammates on the bus were still talking about Yan Song's final kill, but Snow was surprisingly honest and kept silent.

Lynch was still describing to Geiger how ugly his opponent's face was after Yan Song's lore.

"Lynch, how are you feeling today?"

Yan Song chatted with Lynch suddenly, Lynch was still smiling and in a good mood, and said to Yan Song.

"Great."

"Then as a power forward, how is your performance today?"

Yan Song continued to ask, but Brown and other teammates felt that something was wrong, and the air was full of gunpowder.

Like an old cow, Lynch exhaled heavily through his nose, and said lightly.

"Five points, two rebounds."

"Gone?"

Yan Song raised his eyebrows with a smile.

But Lynch didn't mean to give in, and said angrily.

"What do you want? Second master!"

After the words fell, Ratliff covered his mouth directly. Lynch was mocking Yan Song from the star player to the second player after being traded.

Everyone felt that bad things would happen, but Yan Song was unexpectedly not angry.

"You should be proud of getting five points as a starter, and you should be proud of getting two rebounds as a power forward."

After Yan Song finished speaking, he leaned on his hands and looked at Lynch like this.

Lynch lost the anger just now, he spread his left hand and stuttered a little.

"I, I'm just in a bad state."

"Well, I know, poor condition will affect running, right?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, Lynch felt ashamed again.

Everyone else understood Yan Song's words. Lynch was slowing down the audience, which was different from what he said was not in good shape.

"I'm not trying to reprimand you, Lynch, I'm not qualified, I just want to tell you."

"The starting position is rare, cherish the opportunity, your performance on the field will not only affect yourself, but also us fools."

"And Snow, I didn't want to talk about you, but your performance is too disappointing."

"The offense has no awareness, the defense has no momentum, this is a game? You are affecting the entire team!"

Yan Song was furious and growled.

Iverson on the side said coldly.

"This is winning the game today, and I want to be more serious than this if I lose."

"Training tomorrow, come whenever you want to ride a horse, stay at home if you don't come!"

The big boss and the second boss got angry at the same time, but Iverson was okay and didn't want to tear his face too much.

And Yan Song had no scruples at that time, anyway, Lao Tzu was traded here.

Bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes, if not, they will be traded away. If I stay here, then no one should be lazy.

With my Yan Song team, there is only one goal, for the championship!
Yan Song didn't speak any more. Brown turned around several times to check each player's reaction. He smiled and turned around again.

The atmosphere in the bus became very uncomfortable, and no one spoke anymore.

Especially Lynch and Snow seemed to be thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)