from the golden generation

Chapter 173 Let Me Finish These Two Penalties
The audience was in an uproar, and the man sitting in the fan seat had rushed to the front when Yan Song fell to the ground.

The man jumped over from the guardrail and rushed towards the direction where Yan Song fell.

"Ok?"

Yan Song is really having a splitting headache now, the world in his eyes is spinning.

He didn't know how his injury was, he could only vaguely see that Jordan wanted to come over to check on him, but Ewing kept grabbing Jordan's jersey collar and swearing all the time.

"Why the hell are you doing this? He's only 18, he's only been in this league for a few months!"

After You finished speaking, he punched him, but Jordan didn't even hide.

But Rodman still stopped Ewing, he grabbed the gorilla's arm and persuaded.

"Michael didn't mean it, no one would want to, no one would do it on purpose."

"Fuck you!"

Houston pushed Rodman away, saying he wanted to do it.

Seeing that there was going to be a big scene, pairs of security guards grabbed each player's legs.

But they ignored Van Gundy. At this time, Van Gundy went straight to Jordan with a bench.

To him, Yan Song is not only a player with potential, but also his "child".

That's right, "children".

He knew that Yan Song lacked family love since he was a child, so when Yan Song entered the NBA, he asked everyone to be more affectionate to Yan Song.

Usually, Van Gundy greets Yan Song even more. In Yan Song's heart, Van Gundy is also a father-like role.

Now, his "son" was accidentally injured by a bastard, and Van Gundy would not compromise on anything.

Throwing the bench toward the Bulls in front of 2 people while approaching the crowd.

Phil Jackson stepped back quickly, dodging the attack from the bench.

"Quick, stop him!"

I don't know who called out, and then.

Two security guards stopped the crazy Van Gundy.

Gritting his teeth, Van Gundy stared at Jordan.

Jordan didn't blame himself, he still told himself that this was just an ordinary personal foul and had nothing to do with him, this was a game.

"Get out of Madison Garden!"

"Take your championship trophy and get lost!"

The insults from the fans were endless.

In David Stern's house, there are only broken cups and spilled coffee in front of the TV.

The clothes on the sofa were thrown there, and the tie was also on the floor.

From the looks of it, our president didn't even take his tie and coat, probably to solve something. …

"Yan Song, Yan Song."

During the noise, someone patted Yan Song's right cheek and called his name.

"elder brother."

Another voice sounded, it was Yan Yaqi's sobbing.

As for the person who called his name first, Yan Song called out his name without opening his eyes.

"Ah, brother Alun..."

Yan Song was tired and in pain.

When the man heard Yan Song call out his name, he also felt a little uncomfortable.

"Didn't I let you call me that?"

Iverson patted Yan Song's face with distressed expression.

Old man Jordan, does he know what Yan Song's right temple is hurting?

Yan Song is numb in pain now, unable to feel it.

This well-behaved handsome boy was completely disfigured.

Iverson yelled at the late medical staff!

"You sons of bitches, don't you have fucking legs?"

It took 5 minutes from the incident to the present, and you just came here. Did the NBA medical team take so long to come?

...

Iverson carried Yan Song onto the stretcher, and he vaguely heard what Yan Song was saying.

But Iverson didn't care about the emergency, and scolded the medical staff to leave quickly, so don't waste time.

"Crench."

The sound of shoes rubbing against the floor was heard. It was not loud, but everyone heard it.

Yan Yaqi looked at the player tunnel with tears streaming down her face, she couldn't believe the scene in front of her.

"Yan Song, stand up..."

The riot in Madison Garden quieted down, and everyone watched Yan Song struggling to stand up while leaning on the wall.

He looked shaky, a gust of wind might have wiped him out.

"Penalty, free throw, I have two free throws..."

Yan Song leaned on the wall and walked staggeringly.

Physical overdraft and injuries made him unable to persist.

Iverson looked at Yan Song in front of him, really didn't know what to say.

He stepped forward and grabbed Yan Song's shoulder and asked.

"You can think clearly, you are betting your career time like this!"

Iverson's words were extremely threatening, but Yan Song put his shoulders on Iverson and smiled.

"Help, help me go..."

After the words fell, Iverson closed his eyes. His brother's answer was to tell himself that he was not afraid of death or a shortened career. Let me go, I want to win!
Iverson opened his eyes with firm eyes, and walked to the free throw line with Yan Song, who was more than ten centimeters taller than him.

Yan Song's wound hadn't been bandaged yet, and it had been simply disinfected just now.

Iverson saw the female medical staff following him and looked at him holding gauze and bandages in his hands.

Then he turned his head and asked the other party to bandage Yan Song's wound.

When the bandage was attached to the wound, Yan Song bared his teeth in pain.

Iverson looked at Yan Song's left hand tightly clutching his clothes, still trembling.

No matter how strong he is now, he still wants to cry, but he can't cry.

He is Yan Song's eldest brother, he must be strong, and he can't be embarrassed when all the shots are given here.

Yan Song took a step forward and glanced at the scoreboard.

The Knicks lead by one point. As long as they make a free throw, the Knicks have a chance to win.

...

Yan Song walked the slowest and most tiring journey in his life, and Iverson, who was supporting him, was also wet with tears.

Iverson took Yan Song to the free throw line and sent Yan Song consciously.

Yan Song turned his head and smiled at him, Iverson was speechless.

"show off!"

...

Yan Song stood on the free throw line and looked up at the sky.

On the Knicks side, Van Gundy and several teammates were already crying.

On the side of the Bulls, Jordan and the others looked at Yan Song in disbelief.

"Are you a human?"

Yan Song did something abnormal, and Yan Song took the first penalty.

The referee walked up to him and handed him the ball.

"when."

In the first free throw, Yan Song's 100% free throw percentage became a thing of the past.

"it hurts!"

Yan Song felt pain all over his body, and his head became dizzy.

Second penalty.

Before the uncle of the referee came over, Yan Song waved his hand to signal the opponent not to come over.

The referee wiped away his tears and hit the ground to pass the ball.

Yan Song catches the ball and throws it, the ball is hit!A goal that is enough for countless people to recall.

Iverson looked at Yan Song's back, he knew that Yan Song was laughing in his heart now.

In the next second, Yan Song fell down directly.

Iverson hugged Yan Song, and now he couldn't bear it anymore, tears were rolling in his eyes.

"elder brother!"

Yan Yaqi cried out sadly, Iverson closed his eyes, and waved for the medical staff to come over.

Yan Song softened, and Yan Yaqi and Iverson followed them to the player tunnel.

Everyone watched Yan Song leave. They didn't know if they would see Yan Song in the future, the most powerful person in 96.

People are afraid, Nix's family members are afraid, Yan Song is gone.

just forever...

(End of this chapter)