With three minutes left in the game, the national youth team was only 5 points behind, and there was still hope for a reversal in theory, not only did Yang Juncheng see a glimmer of life from despair, but the Chinese fans also became excited and nervous again.

Winning this game is the championship and will create a new history for China's basketball exhibition, but the U.S. team is too strong, even if Zhang Yufeng performs against the sky, the national youth team is still behind the whole court.

"There are still three minutes left, I don't know what kind of tactics Coach Yang Juncheng will arrange?" The commentator said a little nervously, "I've been broadcasting the game for several years, and I've never been as nervous as today." ”

"Me too, after all, this is a game that has witnessed history, whether it is won or lost, the young national youth team has made history, if they win this game, it will be perfect!" "Although the U.S. team is strong, I now start to believe that the national youth team will turn the game around in the last minute!" ”

"I hope so!" The commentator said, looking at the stadium with anticipation in his eyes.

On the bench of the national youth team, Yang Juncheng is arranging tactics for the players, and the goal is very clear, that is, to keep running and covering and creating shooting space for Zhang Yufeng.

Now Zhang Yufeng's physical strength has declined seriously, coupled with the injury on his ankle, it is difficult to create shooting space by himself, in fact, the previous two or three goals have an element of luck, and the difficulty is also ridiculously high, but you can't rely on this kind of unscored goal to win the game, you still have to stabilize and play solidly.

After a timeout, the national youth team attacked.

Ji Fan dribbled and Yang Jie blocked, shook off the defender and entered the interior line, facing Wiggins' defense, his twisted body back and forth, has taken three steps, and after jumping up the last step, a non-looking pass passed the basketball out.

Chen Tianyu received the ball and hit a long-distance 2-pointer to narrow the difference to 3 points.

Zhang Yufeng did not participate in the whole offensive process, just stood quietly in the bottom corner, breathing heavily, just running around the bottom line, he felt that the strength of his whole body was withdrawn, and the ankle injury also began to hurt because of a few minutes of non-stop jumpers, so that his ankle could not exert his strength, and became limping again.

And his body trembled slightly because of the exertion of physical strength, but he still ran to defend himself, and his body swayed, as if he would fall down with a push.

Looking at his current state, whether it is the Chinese fans in the stadium or the fans in front of the TV, they are all distressed.

Zhao Mengshan sat next to the TV, looking at Zhang Yufeng, who was pale and sweating, her eyes were full of tears, she now had only one thought in her heart, it didn't matter if she won or not, she just hoped that the game would end quickly, and don't let Zhang Yufeng suffer like this again.

Han Yanshuo was in his own home, watching the game, there was no pride and pride, but instead he was full of distress, he knew Zhang Yufeng's temperament, even if he fell, he would fall on the court, but he would not fall, and he was still supporting his body with his will.

On the court, the U.S. team also showed Zhang Yufeng's state, so they specifically attacked him, seized this loophole, and mercilessly let Owen play alone.

Competitive sports are brutal, there is no sympathy, there is no mercy, the pursuit is to win, the weakness of the opponent is the strength of their own attack, so the American team will take this opportunity to score.

Owen leaned on Zhang Yufeng, easily pushed to the inside, and then stepped back and half-turned to shoot the ball into the basket.

At 9o:95, the U.S. still has a five-point lead.

The national youth team attacked, Ji Fan advanced with the ball, slowed down because he was waiting for Zhang Yufeng, knowing that he ran through the half court and settled in a good position, Ji Fan waved his hand to signal Yang Jie to mention the high position for blocking.

Ji Fan broke through to the inside line, and in the face of the tall Wiggins, he was very smart not to choose to hit hard but to stop and throw.

"Huh!" Basketball hollow into the net.

"Good shot!" The audience cheered excitedly.

"What a beautiful throw." The commentator said, "In the case of Zhang Yufeng's physical crisis, it is not easy for someone in the national youth team to stand up and score to stabilize the situation!" I didn't expect that at the end of the day, every player on the pitch was so reliable! ”

"Ji Fan is a very powerful point guard, able to attack and pass, just because he is a little short, he can't help high-intensity confrontation, after all, the point guards on the international stage are as strong as a cow, so Ji Fan's performance in the entire World Youth Championship is not very outstanding, but it is very stable, but the offense is slightly worse, but it is a good connection with the team to ensure the fluency of the team's attack!"

"Hmm!" The commentator nodded and said, "I've heard of him before, and he is a very famous player in the domestic high school league this year. ”

"Give him another three years, Ji Fan can definitely become a first-class point guard in China, and maybe even become the first point guard!" The guest sighed, "Not only Ji Fan, but also other players, these young players represent the future of national basketball, so the current World Youth Championships are just the beginning of their careers!" ”

The two sighed as the U.S. team's offense on the court hit a pull-up jump shot after Irving's breakaway.

At 92:97, the national youth team was still five points behind, and there were less than two minutes to go before the end of the game.

The national youth team attacked, Ji Fan played with Yang Jie again, but this time he didn't choose to shoot again, but was caught off guard by a pass that didn't look at people, and the ghost made a miraculous pass to Zhang Yufeng, who was still in the bottom corner.

Zhang Yufeng, who had not participated in the attack for three rounds in a row, seemed to have been forgotten, and after he received the ball, the players of the American team showed horror in their eyes, and the player closest to him pounced desperately.

Zhang Yufeng bent his legs slightly, jumped up lightly and raised his hand to shoot.

The moment the basketball flew out of his fingertips, Kevin Booker also sealed it, but unfortunately he was a step too late and didn't touch the basketball, and he couldn't control his body in the air and collided with Zhang Yufeng.

Zhang Yufeng didn't have the strength to fight, so he flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

"Huh!" The moment he fell to the ground, the basketball hollow fell into the net.

The fans didn't have the heart to celebrate at this time, but looked at Zhang Yufeng lying on the ground worriedly, biting their lips nervously, their faces full of worry.

It's distressing! Fighting all over his body for victory, such a spirit is touching.

"Toot!" The referee's whistle blows, and the ball is scored and a penalty is added.

Zhang Yufeng listened to the whistle, clenched his fists lightly, and showed a smug smile.

(End of chapter)

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