from the golden generation

Chapter 200
"when."

Ewing hit the iron again in the offense, and Van Gundy off the court didn't know how many times he suffered.

Similarly, Yan Song, who had just broken through and passed the ball to him, was also a little puzzled.

This is the fifth time Ewing has struck iron. Although it is nothing to say so, Ewing has shot five times in total.

One of the five attempts was a mid-range shot, and the remaining four were hooks.

Once out of the four times, there was one non-stick. From this point of view, Ewing's state is indeed the worst.

Van Gundy also began to consider whether to let Dudley go up to replace Ewing.

Dudley glanced at Van Gundy. Van Gundy wanted to change, but Yan Song made a gesture of sitting down and said.

"Watch another round."

After the words fell, Van Gundy sat down, and he decided to watch another round. If Ewing was still the same, he would just make a substitution without discussion.

13 to 21, the Knicks trailed by 8 points, and no one knows how the 8 points were lost.

At this moment, Ewing didn't seem to be able to react. He was influenced too much, and Van Gundy was too embarrassed to reprimand him loudly, which would embarrass Ewing.

In a decisive round of offense, Yan Song called his teammates for a pick-and-roll at the top of the arc.

He wanted to play a center pick-and-roll, and neither Oakley nor Johnson stepped up, but Ewing didn't move, Oakley yelled.

"Pick and roll!"

After Oakley finished speaking, Camby and others double-teamed Yan Song.

The two sides finally got a scrum, and Van Gundy stood up immediately upon seeing this.

After Yan Song used his jumping ability to get the ball, Van Gundy called a timeout.

"Substitution!"

Van Gundy's face was ashen, and he stared at Ewing.

Up to now, Ewing has not fully realized his mistake, and his head is still full of beautiful fantasies.

"Coach, come with me to find the president next time."

Ewing said something that annoyed Van Gundy.

Van Gundy lost his temper and directly smashed the wooden tactical board and scolded him angrily.

"Do you know your identity? Do you know your mission? You are insulting the game and the team."

Ewing was startled by Van Gundy's voice, and now he finally woke up.

The team is now at a backward stage, but I am still thinking about it, no wonder the coach is angry.

Ewing wanted to apologize, but before he could speak, Van Gundy continued.

"You are a player, you have to obey the rules of the league, don't go to the president because of Yan Song! Don't be worthless."

Van Gundy snarled and sat on the bench, anger welling up in his chest.

Ewing stood there stupidly, and everyone was comforting people on both sides when something like this happened to the team.

"Yan Song, will you stay in the Knicks in the future?"

Ewing asked persistently, Yan Song looked at him and said.

"Not necessarily, or not."

"But I also want to be here for the rest of my life if I can."

After Yan Song finished speaking, he turned and went on stage.

The air was full of suffocation at this moment, and everyone had their own thoughts in their hearts, but they couldn't speak them out.

...

Soon the timeout ended, Dudley came on and Ewing sat on the bench.

Van Gundy's words echoed in his ears, maybe he really did something wrong.

I am always asking Yan Song what to do, I am forcing others, I should let go of Yan Song.

Thinking about it carefully, Yan Song still has two seasons to complete with the Knicks, and he doesn't necessarily have to lead the team after he retires.

Thinking about it this way, the burden on Ewing is much lighter, but how long will it take for the league to produce a genius.

It's hard to find someone who meets your requirements.

Ewing forced himself to make changes. If he continued like this, the team would lose.

I will become the sinner of New York basketball, just like before.I can't bring a championship to New York, people love to hate, scold themselves...

At this moment, someone seems to have given up...

On the court, Yan Song is working hard to overtake the score.

With a difference of 8 points, the first quarter is coming to an end, and Yan Song has to try his best to catch up with the score.

Because of his physical strength, the Raptors sent Camby to defend him.

Yan Song used a large disguise to pass Camby, and by the way attracted the attention of the defenders in Houston.

Yan Song passed the ball to Houston, Houston hit a three-pointer, and the two returned to defense immediately after high-fiving.

Just in time to see Williams who was on a fast break, Houston took the lead in posting it to slow down Williams' speed.

Yan Song took the opportunity to double-team, and the two moved quickly.

Yan Song is responsible for grabbing the ball, and Houston is responsible for blocking Williams' vision, so that he cannot pass the ball in the first place.

"Whoosh."

"The ball was intercepted."

Yan Song grabbed the ball and threw it to Dudley inside, who was just about to dunk.

Seeing Tabak coming up to defend, he quickly hit the ground and passed the ball to Oakley.

Oakley soared into the air, dunked with one hand, and scored two points on Tabak's head.

In this way, the Knicks regained five points, and there was still a three-point difference. The others hadn't figured out a strategy yet. Yan Song stretched out a finger and said to himself.

"pass it to me!"

The words fell and no one spoke. The Knicks naturally believed in Yan Song's strength, and the Raptors were discussing whether to double-team Yan Song.

But this time the Raptors' offense is the key, and whether the ball is scored or not is the key.

Christie held the ball and wanted to delay time, while Johnson kept sticking to the defense, making clean moves and only rushing for the ball.

When Johnson crossed his arm to steal, Christie broke through suddenly and deliberately hit Johnson's arm.

"Flip!"

Yan Song cursed, pointing at the exaggerated Christie, really wanted to punch him.

But in the end Yan Song endured it, and the referee for some reason called a personal foul.

Johnson was puzzled. It was definitely him who hit him just now, but he didn't hit him.

How could it be trespassing?Even a foul should be a defensive foul.

When he was puzzled, Oakley said.

"This is my home court."

After the words fell, Johnson understood in seconds, so it was so.

This is their home court, and the referee naturally favors them. The Knicks scored 1 points in a row in less than 5 minute.

If this overtakes the game all at once, the Raptors still have face to speak of.

Christie made a free throw. If the ball goes in, the Raptors will lead anyway in the first quarter.

But God just likes to joke, Christie missed the free throw, Oakley got the rebound and threw it directly to Yan Song.

At the end of the first quarter, Yan Song directly shot a three-pointer against Camby's defense.

"Big jump shot!"

Camby was surprised, this trick was named by Jordan but only Yan Song used it.

Yan Song jumped vertically to the highest point, and used his strong physical talent and waist strength to complete a difficult big jumper.

The difference of 8 points is cleared at this moment.

Yan Song's shot hit rate is about [-] to [-]%, such preparation is abnormal.

Now that the Knicks have recovered 8 points in one breath, Yan Song clenched his right fist after landing and shook his hand at the camera.

(End of this chapter)