Zhang Yufeng stood on the inside line, and when the referee whistle blew, he suddenly ran to the outside, and at the same time, center Yang Jie mentioned the high post to cover, Zhang Yufeng used this cover to run out of the empty space outside the three-point line and received the basketball.

Just as he wanted to dribble away from the Turkish player, the player who defended him broke away from Yang Jie's cover and rushed towards him desperately, hugging him.

"Toot!" The referee blew for a foul, and Zhang Yufeng walked to the free throw line.

"Boom, boom!" Two crisp sounds, two free throws hit steadily!

At 75:78, there were 8 seconds left in the game.

Another timeout, the coach of the Turkish team looked gloomy, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the defense just now, but now is not the time to hold accountable, but to try to arrange the tactics of the last attack, lose or win, only in the last eight seconds, the last shot.

Everyone knew that the Turkish team was going to grab the three-pointer, but no one knew who would give it to shoot.

Kurdo was the team's first choice, but the team's shooting guard also performed quite well, maintaining a high shooting percentage throughout the game, as well as a point guard, although the organization is average, but the projection ability is also strong.

How will the final attack be arranged?

The two commentators also gave their own opinions, although the analysis was the first way, but it did not help, after all, it was the Turkish coach who set up the tactics, not them, and their words only added to the tense atmosphere of the stadium.

Yang Juncheng also had a guess in his heart, but it was not easy to be sure, but he still decisively replaced Ren Qinwei on the court, although he couldn't shoot well, but the defense was several orders of magnitude stronger than Zhao Jiwei, especially his explosive and perverted physical fitness, Ren had to weigh Ren Qinwei in his heart.

The atmosphere in the stadium was tense to the extreme, and everyone stared at the court, watching the two teams throw down their towels and go onto the field, with rapid breathing and sweaty bodies.

It was Turkey's big forward who took the throw-in.

When the referee's whistle blew, Kurdo didn't move, the team's scoring guard moved first, shook off Zhang Yufeng and ran from the inside to the three-point line, stretching out his hands to make a posture of catching the ball, but the ball man did not take the basketball out, but turned his head to look at the other side.

On the other side, Kurdo has gone around the baseline and around the 45-degree angle of the three-point line on the right, while Ren Qinwei, who was defending him, has been blocked by the center under the basket, and by the time he comes out, he has fallen behind by some distance.

"Curdo, it's Curdo, he's got the basketball, and there's a big open space in front of him." The narrator said emotionally.

"Damn, that shooting guard turned out to be just a front to get the attention of our defense." Yang Juncheng clenched his fists on the sidelines, and this thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and his head was full of fine sweat, which had soaked his shirt.

Under the gaze of the audience, under the horror of the national youth players, and in the expectation of his teammates, Kurdo bent his knees, jumped, and shot!

Ren Qinwei roared in the air, but after all, he was one step late, no matter how high he jumped, he couldn't reach the advantage of distance.

The basketball flew to the basket, and it felt like a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment.

There seemed to be a lot of ideas in everyone's minds, but in fact, they didn't think about anything, their eyes were fixed on the basketball, and they were already close to the basket in one breath.

"Bell!" A crisp iron sound sounded on the court, and the basketball hit the basket and flew high.

"Rebound!"

Everyone swarmed to the basket and scrambled together.

The basketball was grabbed by the center of the Turkish team, and at this time, he didn't care about passing the ball outside the three-point line, so he simply played it himself.

He stretched out his high arms and threw the basketball with his hook hand, but unfortunately it didn't go in, and when he was about to fight for the rebound again, the whistle blew and the game time came.

75:78, the score is fixed on these two numbers, and the time is also fixed at this moment.

"Whew!" The Chinese fans in the stadium took the lead in chanting, the excited expressions could no longer be described in words, and the proud shouts were like the waves of the Qiantang River, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave.

Immediately, the players of the national youth team also reacted, ran frantically on the court, and then hugged each other, crying and laughing, laughing and crying, and finally didn't know whether they were crying or laughing, and the expressions on their faces were too rich to be clear.

Yang Juncheng's fists were finally loosened, his arms were still trembling slightly because of the force, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were still fine, but at this moment they looked shining.

He stood there quietly, not cheering wildly with the players, just standing in place, like an elder who had seen all the vicissitudes of life, laughing at such a scene, when in fact he was indeed an elder for such a young man.

He led them through their dreams, and they gradually became his dreams.

"To win this game...... That's nice! He muttered softly, looking at his players with pride and pride in his eyes.

'They've been improving since they started this team, they're still improving, and I believe now they're going to go far beyond the quarter-finals.' The assistant teacher in the back walked up and sighed softly.

"Yes! We underestimate their potential, and I can't even guarantee how far they can go at this World Junior Championships. Yang Juncheng said softly, his tone suddenly became firm, "I will work hard to prepare for every game and strive to let them go the farthest!" ”

"These young people can show so much potential, the most should be thanked is you as a head coach, at first I was a little unconvinced, why did you sit in the position of this head coach at a young age, now it seems that this choice is not wrong, you are not only qualified, but also irreplaceable." The teaching assistant said, slowly admiring in his tone.

"Haha!" Yang Juncheng laughed, "This is not my credit alone, it is the result of the joint efforts of all of us, I don't dare to swallow this credit alone." ”

"Haha!" The teaching assistant also smiled and shook his fingers, "You, you!" ”

Winning and losing, the mood is naturally different, the national youth team cheered wildly, and the Turkish team quietly cried.

Unwilling! I almost won this game, but in the end it fell short, which is a pity.

Losing the game means that this is the end of this World Youth Championship journey, and the next one will be two years away, and I don't know how many members of the team will continue to participate at that time.

After grief, they become calm and calmly accept failure, because they learn to accept failure in order to come back one day!

The celebration of the national youth team also ended and became a little calmer.

According to the rules, players from both sides greeted each other, hugged each other, and then went back to their locker rooms!

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