"God, it's really a god, Zhang Yufeng is simply a god who will come to the world, and he was sent by God to save the national youth team!" The commentator was in high spirits, and he never imagined that such a shocking reversal would occur in the last four minutes of the game.

"Zhang Yufeng's 3+1 just now reminds me of Kobe's performance at the last moment in the 08 Olympic Games, which is a great performance!" The guest sighed, "After this game, he will become famous!" ”

"Win or lose!"

The coach of the Australian team had already called a timeout with 19 seconds to go, and as long as the last strike was scored, the victory would still be theirs.

At the same time, Yang Juncheng is also actively arranging the tactics of the last defense, putting the slower Zhang Yufeng in the bottom corner to defend a pitcher of the Australian team, and letting Chen Tianyu and Ren Qinwei take on the important task of defending Simmons.

“这次进攻一定要防下来，不然我们之前的所有努力都功亏一篑！ Yang Juncheng said, his voice was sonorous and powerful, but he was very nervous in his heart, but he was still very calm in front of the players.

"Yes!" All the players shouted that they didn't want to leave them with regrets, so they had to defend this ball desperately.

The crowd was silent, nervously awaiting the final 19 seconds of the game, which would decide the winner or overtime.

If overtime is played, it is obviously not good for the national youth team, Zhang Yufeng is fighting with injuries, and it has paid a great price to hold on until now, and I am afraid that it will be powerless to play overtime.

Coming back from the timeout, Australia serves a sideline kick.

After two screens, the ball was sent to Simmons, there was no tactical coordination, just Simmons played a single, and it can be said that the Australian team blocked everything on the ace of the house.

Ren Qinwei for single defense!

Simmons broke through with the ball, although his speed decreased a lot due to physical strength, and the strength of each step of movement also decreased a lot, but he still passed Ren Qinwei and rushed to the basket.

Hit the ball inside and score in the safest way possible.

Chen Tianyu came up to make up for the defense and did not give him a chance to score under the basket, and at the same time, Ren Qinwei also caught up with him, forming a trap trend.

Now Simmons has only two options, a stop-and-go jump shot, or a pass.

Growing up in the United States, he has always advocated personal heroism, just like the big stars in the NBA do, solving the game with their own personal ability at the last moment, whether the ball is scored or not, they have to shoot!

He didn't hesitate to jump up and shoot.

Chen Tianyu and Ren Qinwei jumped up at the same time, but unfortunately they were still a little behind.

"Bell!" The angle of the basketball is a little off, and it bounces out.

"Rebound!"

With a "snap", Zhang Yufeng didn't know where to come out, and snatched the basketball in his hand with an excellent position and jumping time among a group of masters on the inside.

He fell to the ground, and before he had time to glance at the front court, he threw the ball high and threw it high, and then the whole person fell to the ground as if he had been evacuated, and the stinging pain like a pinprick spread all over his body, and the jump just now exhausted the strength of his whole body.

"I can't do it, it's up to you." Zhang Yufeng muttered softly, looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, as if waiting for something.

At this time, there were still 5 seconds before the end of the game, and when one of Zhang Yufeng's hands touched the basketball, Ren Qinwei had already run to the front court, and it was obvious that Zhang Yufeng's casual throw was also running towards him.

The Australian players are desperately chasing the defense, and the small guard who is extremely fast has retreated to the basket and rushed towards Ren Qinwei.

No one could have imagined that the goal that would decide the outcome would be in a fast-break way.

There are still 3 seconds left in the game, Ren Qinwei rushed straight to the inside, and when he reached the free throw line, he began to take three steps, two big steps to the basket, and then jumped high, making physical contact with the defender in the air, the tough Ren Qinwei gritted his teeth against the defense, and threw the ball out with a dodge in the air.

The two of them fell to the ground, and all eyes were on the basketball dangling on the basket.

"Huh!" With a soft thud, the basketball fell in.

"Toot!" At the same time, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the match and declared the goal valid!

98：96！ The national youth team overtook the score at the last second and won the game.

Ren Qinwei raised his hands high, and his dark face seemed to exude light, making people want to worship.

Of course, what the audience wants to worship more is Zhang Yufeng, who is also lying on the ground, and it is his return that directed this shocking reversal, so that the excitement and suspense of the game were preserved to the last second.

"Zhang Yufeng! Zhang Yufeng! The Chinese fans in the stadium waved the bright five-star red flag and shouted loudly, and the joy of victory was revealed on everyone's faces.

"Win, win, the national youth team has made a new history and reached the final of the World Youth Championships, which is China's highest achievement in the world championship in the field of basketball!" The narrator clenched his fists and said excitedly.

"It was a great game! This makes me look forward to the final in two days. The guest said that he was looking forward to the thought of competing with the United States team for the championship.

"I just don't know how Zhang Yufeng's injury is? You see he's still lying on the ground. The commentator was worried that if Zhang Yufeng was lost, there would be no chance of winning against the United States team in the final.

"It's going to depend on the results of the post-game examination, so hopefully he'll be okay." The guest said, looking at Zhang Yufeng on the court, with hidden worries.

Zhang Yufeng looked at the ceiling and smiled happily, no matter what the future holds, at least now it is brilliant, he has done what he said, and he has tried his best to win every game, and now as long as he wins the most difficult game again, then this trip to the World Youth Championships will be perfect.

The members of the national youth team cheered, helped Zhang Yufeng up, hugged him together, and celebrated together.

"Yufeng, we won, we won!" The teammates chattered excitedly, their eyes slowly turning red, and they were full of tears.

Yang Juncheng stood aside, looked at the jubilant players on the court, let out a long breath, and relaxed the hands that had been clenched.

To be honest, even he didn't expect to win this game, and it wasn't until Zhang Yufeng hit consecutive three-pointers in the fourth quarter that a strong desire to win rose in his heart.

"Next fight, Team USA!" He muttered softly, already thinking about the final.

The Australian players walked towards the locker room with a dejected face, Simmons walked at the back with his head down, his face was not bloody, he did not regret his last offensive choice, he just hated that he did not shoot that ball.

The players left the stadium, the fans left, the curtain fell, the stadium returned to calm, and the media began to work nervously.

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