from the golden generation

Chapter 8 One goal decides the outcome! (Seeking collection recommendation tickets)
Coach John did not ask for a timeout, and Iverson still executed the attack.

More than 30 seconds left.

Iverson deliberately delays time, but no matter what, the opponent has a chance to attack again.

This is very bad for Georgetown University.

"Iverson has the ball, 14 seconds left on shot clock, Iverson shoots!"

"The ball is missed."

The audience sighed.

And Marbury is like a wild wolf who finds the weakness of his prey, holding the ball and making a fast break.

Crazy kill Georgetown University's restricted area.

Marbury took two big strides and flew in the air.

Score dunks.

Georgia Tech overtook the score with [-] seconds left.

"Beep."

Georgetown University used the last timeout, and Coach John looked bad.

Iverson's performance today was impeccable.

The same is true for Yan Song, both of them are close to full strength.

But the opponent seized the opportunity, [-] seconds.

"Aaron, your last attack!"

After Coach John finished speaking, he asked other teammates to play a pick-and-roll for Iverson.

Iverson put his hands on his hips, panting heavily.

The coach arranged the execution plan, but Iverson walked to Yan Song's side when he was playing.

"Yan, they will definitely double-team me, so I trust you."

Iverson was exhausted, so he handed over the matter to Yan Song.

Iverson ran to the frontcourt to prepare for the last attack.

"Beep."

The referee serves and the teammates catch it.

Iverson held his breath and moved quickly.

really.

The opposing players all double-teamed Iverson.

Even the center and power forward rushed over.

However, how could they resist Iverson's offense.

Iverson, one player, one goal, entered the Georgia Tech penalty area, and the other five quickly moved to double-team the inside.

Iverson raised his hand for a layup, and Marbury jumped up to block the block.

I saw that after Iverson sneered, he ran the ball back with all his strength.

"Break through the ball, Iverson passed the ball to No. 11."

Yan Song caught the basketball and was outside the three-point line.

"Two and a half seconds left."

Yan Song panicked.

But he forced himself to calm down and shot this decisive three-pointer.

The basketball flew across the air, and a beautiful arc glowed with golden light in the air.

Everyone in the audience fell silent, and time seemed to have stopped.

"when."

The basketball hits the iron and bounces away.

"hateful!"

The basketball fell and hit the hoop again.

Everyone's heart was about to spit out, and they all breathed very carefully.

"when."

Another drop, after the basketball collided left and right at the rim.

into the basket.

In the ball, the whistle blows.

The audience was silent for a second or so.

There was an explosion of earth-shattering cheers.

"No. 11 beat Georgia Tech with a three-pointer. It's a miracle, a miracle."

The referee is now on the table, waving the microphone in his hand.

Do not want to be excited.

And Yan Song's teammates threw themselves on him, stroking Yan Song's head.

"You cow, you are too ruthless."

"It's a pity, you didn't use the trick I taught you."

The center laughed and laughed.

Yan Song laughed.

"Be sure to use the trick you taught me next time."

The team carnivaled, Marbury and others did not move, they all stood still.

Didn't expect AI to pass the ball to that kid, how relieved is he?

"The interviewer is here, pay attention."

The coach coughed lightly and looked at the celebrating crowd.

Some were overjoyed and were ready to take off their clothes.

"Brother Alun, the interviewer has come to see you."

Yan Song laughed, but Iverson replied.

"You can call me Brother Alun when the two of us are alone, but call me AI in front of the media."

"why?"

"It's always a bit of a shame."

The two chuckled.

Iverson was then pushed in front of the camera by Yan Song.

"Mr. Iverson, how do you feel about today's game?"

"Enjoy it very much, the opponent is very strong, but I am stronger."

"Then, who is the No. 11 player who made the game-winning shot at the end?"

"Haha, please don't call him number 11, he is my brother, his name is Yan Song!"

Iverson corrected the opponent and called Yan Song.

The interviewer continued after hearing Yan Song's name.

"Is he Asian?"

"Yes, but why are you asking this? You wouldn't be racist, would you?"

Iverson licked his lips and looked at each other playfully.

The interviewer waved his hands again and again and said with a smile.

"It seems that you and Yan have a very good relationship."

"Well, a lifelong friendship."

"Then Mr. Iverson, how do you think you can rank in this year's draft?"

"No. [-], I haven't thought about anything other than No. [-]."

"By the way, those NBA scouts, please pay attention to my brother, haven't you seen it?"

"He's going to score 20 today, and he's a good shooting guard."

Yan Song looked gratefully at Iverson who sold himself.

"move."

Yan Song touched the tears that did not exist.

See also the players from the Georgia Institute of Technology, who have already started to leave the field.

Yan Song watched the other party leave.

And Marbury also looked at Yan Song, and the two made gestures with each other.

"See you next time, in the NBA."

...

On the bus back to school, the players kept discussing Iverson.

For them, Iverson is undoubtedly the leader of the team.

"Boss Ai, why didn't you layup to tie the score in the end?"

"It's too risky. Even if the score is equalized, overtime is still not good for us."

"I simply passed the ball, and Yan Song did not disgrace his mission, killing the opponent."

After Iverson finished speaking, he put his arms around Yan Song and stroked his head.

Yan Song contributed a lot to today's victory, the key rebound.

The lore three-pointer is a record that can be taken.

And Yan Song has a strong learning ability, and no matter what the battle situation is, he can maintain his mentality.

Keep fighting seriously, that's what makes him great.

"When you go back, you will be trained by the devil to increase your offensive methods."

The words fall.

Yan Song was shocked all over, and practiced devil again.

You shouldn't be called AI, I want to give you a new nickname.

Ai tortured.

I now extremely suspect that you have a tendency to torture people.

Although Coach John also trains himself, he has a good attitude.

AI is good everywhere, but if you can't learn it yourself.

He beat himself up.

Yan Song wanted to run away, but Iverson held him tight.

"Don't try to run, wait until you go back, and see if I don't make you collapse."

Yan Song collapsed. He admitted that he scored almost 20 points today, and he was a little proud.

But he didn't feel complacent for a while, and was tortured by Ai to clean him up again.

I want to cry without tears.

But think about it again, Allen is also doing it for his own good. After all, when he trains, his strength will improve.

Yan Song gritted his teeth.

"Practice, practice!"

"Okay, don't regret it."

Iverson smirked, making the people in the car panic.

It seems that Yan Song will be cleaned up again during training today.

　Yan Song's new nickname for Iverson.

　　Alan Ai tortured.

　　However, the person tormented always seems to be Yan Song himself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)