The Turkish team attacked, and Kurdo pulled up the frame and prepared for a single. [Full text reading. 】

At such critical moments, the team's ace will greatly affect the trend of the game and determine the fate of the team. Obviously, he wants to be a hero and lead the team to victory on his own.

"Papai ......" continuous dribbling direction, although Curdo is a small forward, but the dribbling skills are better than some guards, in the continuous rapid shaking, Ren Qinwei, who defends him, gradually can't keep up with his rhythm, and his steps are a little messy.

Kurdo seized the opportunity, passed Ren Qinwei in one step, and rushed towards the inside.

Yang Jie came up to make up for it, standing in front of him like a wall, stretching out his hand to make a jumping posture, ready to jump up and cover it.

Curdo knows very well that the remaining physical strength has begun to affect his jumping height, and now he has a physical confrontation with Yang Jie, and the best result is to make a foul, and there is little hope of playing 2 plus 1.

Wanting to get here, he decisively stopped and jumped up and threw when he was still 1 meter away from Yang Jie.

"Huh!" Hollow into the net.

The two sides were tied, the game returned to the original point, everything started again, the national youth team attacked, after a simple cover, Zhang Yufeng received the basketball and rushed to the inside, and the players who made up the defense pasted up.

Zhang Yufeng decisively stopped, and a continuous turning action will distance himself from the defender, jumping up and making a shooting posture at the same time after the turn, and throwing the basketball out in an elegant manner.

"Huh!" Basketball hits the board into the net.

"Beautiful! It's beautiful! This ball made me see the figure of Kobe Bryant in a trance, and the moment he turned around, he received a backward jumper, which was simply beautiful. The commentator said excitedly, his voice unconsciously raising the decibels.

"Turning around and drifting and then stepping back to make a jump shot is indeed a difficult offensive action, even if a professional player can complete such a shooting action, it seems that China's scoring guard really has the potential to become a superstar!" Another commentator said, in an equally agitated tone.

The Chinese fans in the stadium had already stood up at this time, all waving the national flag in their hands while chanting Zhang Yufeng's name.

Turkish fans watched anxiously on the pitch and pinned their hopes on Kurdo.

Kurdo also lived up to expectations, and after breaking through to the inside line and making consecutive feints, he hit a turnaround and backward jumper to erase the difference again.

"Wonderful, really wonderful, although China's teenager Zhang Yufeng performed amazingly, but Turkey's Kurdo did not fall behind at all, both of them are players with big hearts, and now it seems that they are also flying with each other." The narrator said.

"I didn't expect this game to be so exciting, it was really ups and downs, and it was difficult to predict the outcome until the last second."

"I still saw Turkey win this game, after all, they were very consistent throughout the game, but the Chinese team had a lot of ups and downs, and I don't know if they can maintain their form until the end."

"Since you support Turkey, then I will support the Chinese team, I believe in the Chinese youngster wearing the No. 24 jersey."

The two commentators were very happy, and the confrontation on the pitch was heated up.

In the offensive round of the national youth team, it was still handed over to Zhang Yufeng for singles.

The rest of the national youth team pulled into the bottom corner, leaving him plenty of space to play singles.

Everyone held their breath and watched this scene nervously, whether this goal was scored or not will directly determine the outcome of this game.

"Bang Bang!" Zhang Yufeng's dribbling speed gradually increased, the red robe was windless and automatic, and his whole body was moving rhythmically, as if every cell in his body was jumping.

Suddenly, he moved, took a stride with his right foot, and in a flash of his figure broke through the defender, like a red flame, and like a red lightning, towards the basket*.

The flank defenders of the Turkish team hurriedly made up for it, jumped high, and went straight to Zhang Yufeng.

Zhang Yufeng also jumped up, made a shooting posture, and then stayed in the air, and the defender hit, and he shot in a state of loss of balance.

Although his body was tilted, his arms were as steady as Mount Tai, unaffected, and with a slight wave of his wrist, the basketball spun and flew out, as beautiful as a song.

"Huh!" The basketball hollows into the net, and at the same time the referee's whistle sounds, and the ball is scored and punished!

"Ahh Zhang Yufeng fell to the ground, let out a roar, and pointed to the sky with one hand, like a general on the bloody battlefield, full of domineering.

The national youth players on the court high-fived each other and celebrated, and the excited expressions on their faces were undoubtedly revealed, even Ji Fan, who wanted to be calm and calm, couldn't help but show a smile of excitement.

The players on the bench jumped even more like crazy, waving the towel vigorously, eager to wave the towel in their hands, to relieve the excitement in their hearts.

Zhang Yufeng calmed down, walked to the free throw line, took a deep breath, slapped the ball, brewed, and shot.

"Huh!" Basketball into the basket.

At 73:76, the national youth team overtook by 3 points, and there were 30 seconds left before the end of the game, and the balance of victory had gradually tilted in favor of the national youth team.

The Turkish team attacked.

The national youth team strictly defended Curdo, and after blocking and dismantling, they were trapped.

Kurdo passed the basketball to the center who went down, and Seinfeld made up in time to prevent him from getting to the basket.

Turkey's center had no choice but to stand at the free-throw line, turning back and forth to find a teammate's position, trying to pass the ball out.

It's a pity that everyone else is watched to death, and he can't run out of the empty space to catch the ball, so he has no choice but to shoot by himself.

Seinfeld stood too far to reach the ball, and could only watch the basketball fly towards the basket.

"Bell!" A crisp sound sounded, and the players under the basket huddled together to grab the rebound, and the basketball was very mischievous and spun around the basket a few times, and finally fell in.

At 75:76, there are 13 seconds left in the game time.

Turkey defended tightly all over the field, this was the last chance, everyone was bursting with huge potential, and the tough defense made the national youth team unable to even send the ball for a while.

In order to prevent a service violation, Seinfeld, who was standing outside the sideline and was about to serve, called a timeout.

The two sides returned to the bench and seized the time to arrange this final attack and defense.

"The opponent will not wait for us to consume time, and will definitely rush to foul, so we must send the ball to the person who shoots well, and Zhao Jiwei will replace Ren Qinwei later." Yang Juncheng said as he laid out the tactics of the last ball on the tactical board.

"Hmm!" Ren Qinwei nodded, he knew that his shooting was a shortcoming, and he couldn't let his shortcomings drag down the team at such a critical moment.

At the end of the timeout, the two sides returned to the field, the national youth team sent a throw-in by Seinfeld, and the atmosphere in the stadium was so tense that it was suffocating!!

(End of chapter)