What kind of tactics will the national youth team deploy? Who will be asked to execute the most crucial goal of the game?

Everyone is speculating, not only the fans, but also the opponents!

"Who will the national youth team send to carry out this attack?" The narrator asks this question. [Full text reading. 】

"Zhang Yufeng is the most likely, but Chen Tianyu's state is also hot during this time, and Ji Fan is the most secure." The guest analyzed, also speculating.

The timeout ended and players from both sides returned to the court.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Yufeng did not return to the court, but stood outside the sideline to serve.

"What does Yang Juncheng mean by this? Don't let Zhang Yufeng participate in this attack? The narrator said with a confused face.

The guest didn't speak, but the solemn look on his face was a little more.

Ji Fan ran to the outside of the three-point line to catch the ball with the help of Ren Qinwei's cover.

After receiving the ball, the continuous change of direction luck* forces the defender to keep retreating.

At this time, Yang Jie mentioned a high position, but there was a distance from Ji Fan!

It's not a cover for Ji Fan!!

Zhang Yufeng suddenly moved, and after entering the field, he walked around Ji Fan's back, and ran towards Yang Jie at the same time.

The audience suddenly realized that Yang Jie was here to cover for Zhang Yufeng.

When Zhang Yufeng ran behind Ji Fan, Ji Fan passed the ball to him with a crotch behind his back.

Zhang Yufeng's dribbling with the help of Yang Jie's sturdy cover opened a certain distance from the players who were chasing the defense, and the people who made up the defense did not catch up!

There was no one in front of him, and he jumped up and raised his hand to shoot. The basketball turned into a red flame and flew towards the basket.

All the spectators stood up, covered their mouths, and looked at the basketball with different emotions in their eyes.

The players of the national youth team opened their mouths wide, as if they had seen something incredible, Yang Juncheng clenched his fists even more, and his face sank instantly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Zhang Yufeng's choice.

"Huh!" A crisp sound of the net was like a bomb that stood still in time, freezing the people of the entire arena.

"Ahh Then a roar spread throughout the stadium, Zhang Yufeng raised his arms to the sky and roared, like a king in the world!

"Good shot!" The audience reacted, waving their arms and cheering excitedly, especially the Chinese fans, some of whom were already crying excitedly!

Yang Juncheng's tense body softened like a deflated ball, and Y's expression instantly became relaxed, he wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and found that his back was already soaked with sweat.

"It's beautiful!" The commentator's voice trembled with excitement, "Zhang Yufeng, it was Zhang Yufeng who carried out this attack, and he made a three-point stop-and-go jump shot with the help of covering, clean and crisp!" An undoubted fatal three!! ”

"This young man is really powerful, and his heart is big enough, and he dares to make such a calm and calm emergency stop for three points in this situation, it's really great!!" The guest said, his eyes moistened.

The players of the national youth team turned from shock to excited cheers.

"You're scared the hell out of me!" Ren Qinwei ran over and patted him and said, "I ran to the basket to pick you up, but I didn't expect your kid to directly ignore the coach's tactics and jump up and shoot three points, you know the moment I saw the jump, my heart was in my throat, what if I didn't go in?" ”

Zhang Yufeng said with a smile: "If you don't score, wouldn't it be you, I believe you will definitely grab the offensive rebound for me." ”

"......" Ren Qinwei held back for a long time, "Blind confidence, but I was really ready to grab rebounds at that time." ”

"Let's go back to defense!" Zhang Yufeng calmed down and said with a serious face.

A momentary victory is not a real victory, the game is not over yet, and it must not be taken lightly.

The German team watched all this happen, and it was hard to hide the frustration in their eyes.

89：85！ The national team led by four points with 43 seconds left before full-time, while Germany had only one timeout remaining.

"To scream or not to scream?" This was something the German coach was pondering, but the situation on the pitch did not allow him much time to think, and after weighing it up, he chose to call a timeout and set up an offensive strategy for Bartton.

After a timeout, the German team serves.

Everyone knew the ball would go to Butterton, but the youth team couldn't stop the basketball from flying into Butterton's hands.

After a series of tedious runs and screens under the control guard, Bartton received the basket around the corner and then turned straight to shoot a three-pointer.

"Bell!" The basketball bounced off the hoop, and Butterton's magical touch was lost at the most critical moment, missing the opportunity to chase the score.

"Rebound!" A loud shout.

Everyone crowded under the basket, Ren Qinwei stood out, in a group of tall men, using his physical fitness and the timing of grabbing rebounds to grasp the basketball in his own hands.

The German player reacted instantly and fouled him before he could pass the ball out.

"Toot!" The referee's whistle blew, and Ren Qinwei made two free throws.

He had a bitter face, and spread his hands helplessly, letting him make free throws might as well be deadly.

"Don't be nervous, take it easy, and follow your usual practice." Zhang Yufeng advised.

"Hmm!" Ren Qinwei stood on the free throw line, nodded seriously, and then shot.

"Bell!" The first shot hit the iron.

"Don't be nervous, aim for the basket." Zhang Yufeng stood behind and continued.

"Hmm." Ren Qinwei nodded again, took a deep breath, brewed for a long time, and threw the ball.

"Bell!" Strike iron again.

"Oops, two free throws missed, Ren Qinwei's free throw ability is really poor! Now I just hope that the national youth team can defend this ball! The narrator said, nervous.

Zhang Yufeng covered his face and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Ren Qinwei looked at his teammates embarrassedly, showing an apologetic smile, "I will definitely practice free throws more when I go back." ”

"Don't think about it, hurry back to defense, the German team has no timeout, can only rush for time." Zhang Yufeng said solemnly and quickly returned to defense.

The Germans quickly ran to the front court after serving, and then made a simple pick-and-roll, and the point guard did not pass the ball to Butterton, but chose to make a layup himself.

This was unexpected by the players of the national youth team, since they were not prepared, they gave the point guard a chance.

A pick-and-roll easily scored 2 points.

89：87！ There are 15 seconds left until the end of the game.

The national youth team served and sent it to Ji Fan, and the German team fouled again.

Ji Fan walked to the free throw line and hit two free throws steadily.

At 91:87, 12 seconds left until the end of the race.

The Germans served quickly and quickly.

The national youth team defended tightly and forced the opponent to slow down.

After halftime, the point guard passed the ball into Butterton's hands again and threw it up.

"Bell!" hit the iron again, and the rebound was grabbed by Yang Jie.

The German team continued to foul.

Yang Jie made one of two free throws, and the national youth team led by five points, with only four seconds left before the end of the game.

The Germans stopped attacking after serving and gave up the last fearless struggle!

"Toot!" The referee's whistle blew, the game ended, the final score was 92:87, and the national youth team won the final victory with a tough performance at the last moment.

(End of chapter)