"It's really disgusting, I knew that I would have asked the doctor to give me a local anesthetic for my ankle. [No pop-ups. Zhang Yufeng cursed in his heart, feeling the slight pain coming from his ankle, he still didn't dare to let go of his hands and feet to boldly do some technical movements.

"Catch!" A soft shout came, and he turned his head suddenly, and the basketball was flying straight at him, and if it hadn't been for the quick reaction, it would have hit him in the face.

He received the basketball, which was an open spot, but he wasted the opportunity because he didn't shoot, and by the time Booker came up, he couldn't shoot.

Looking around, he passed the ball.

Ren Qinwei broke through after receiving the basketball, and one person made a strong layup against two people, which finally caused the opponent's foul, stood on the free throw line, and scored one of the two free throws.

"Do you want to replace Zhang Yufeng first and replace Chen Tianyu with Chen Tianyu?" The assistant coach looked at the situation on the pitch and was a little anxious.

"No!" Yang Juncheng refused, "I believe he can adjust it." ”

"But the difference is getting bigger and bigger." The teaching assistant said.

"Don't be afraid!" Yang Juncheng replied, with a very resolute attitude.

On the court, Irving singled a breakthrough low hand and scored another goal, bringing his personal score to 10 points, and the team's lead was also 8 points.

"Settle down and score this goal." While motivating his teammates, Ji Fan dribbled the ball to organize the attack.

He also Yang Jie played blocking and dismantling, and passed the ball to Yang Jie after breaking into the inside line, Wiggins defended it in time, and there was no chance to shoot, so he could only pass the ball to the outside.

A tactic was not successful, and the time to attack became less and less, and in desperation, Seinfeld could only force a turn to shoot on the inside, but the angle was off, and Wiggins grabbed the rebound and gave it to Irving.

At 9:19, the national youth team trailed by 10 points, and there were three minutes left before the end of the first quarter.

The national youth team attacked, and Ren Qinwei passed the ball to Zhang Yufeng after receiving the ball.

Zhang Yufeng still didn't attack, and passed the ball out again.

"Zhang Yufeng, what's the matter with you?" Ren Qinwei was a little annoyed, and shouted loudly, "Attack! Isn't the showdown against Owen something you've been looking forward to? But why did you wilt when you got to the court? Look at Owen's performance, and then look at you, how do you compare to others? ”

"I ......" Zhang Yufeng's lips opened slightly, he wanted to speak but didn't say it in the end, he looked at his teammates and found that his teammates were also looking at him, with puzzled and expectant looks in their eyes.

"Yu Feng, we need you to attack!" Ji Fan said, controlling the basketball in his hand, completely ignoring the passage of offensive time, just staring at Zhang Yufeng.

The referee's whistle blew, the offensive time ran out, and the offensive violation of the national youth team was awarded.

The audience was full of exclamations, looking at the red-faced players of the national youth team and discussing, could it be infighting?

"It only takes one game for us to beat you up." Wiggins scoffed, his eyes full of contempt.

"Back to the defense!" Yang Juncheng shouted loudly from the sidelines, his tone was full of anger, and even he didn't know what was wrong with the players, not because of an offensive violation, but because he could have shot a shot, but he didn't, such a low-level mistake made him angry.

The national youth team quickly returned to the defense, but the tempo was still a beat slower, and the players of the American team rushed like crazy bison, unable to stop them, and could only watch them sliding and smash to pull the score to 12 points.

"Would you like to call a timeout to adjust?" The assistant coach worried, "If this continues, the second quarter will go into garbage time." ”

"No!" Yang Juncheng sat on the chair with a P share, and simply stopped looking at the situation on the court, "If they can't even survive the first quarter, then it's useless to call more timeouts!" That's the strength of the U.S. team, and it's the rhythm of the U.S. team, if you can't adapt to it, you can only lose. ”

"But ......" The assistant teacher wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Juncheng.

"There's nothing, that's what they have to go through."

On the pitch, the national team's offense came to a standstill again, with the United States' strong pressing defence disrupting the rhythm of their passing, the speed of their movement disrupted, and more importantly, no one can step up and score now.

Ren Qinwei's opening performance was amazing, but after the American team strengthened his defense, his performance was mediocre, and Ji Fan was suffering from the entanglement with Owen and had no energy to focus on the offensive end, Song Fei and Yang Jie needless to mention, they had already consumed a lot of physical strength and were unable to attack with two stronger players on the inside.

Zhang Yufeng is still in a state of sleepwalking, without any sense of existence.

"What to do? The national youth team has fallen into an unprecedented predicament, it has not scored for three minutes, Yang Juncheng did not call a timeout, but sat on a chair and closed his eyes to recuperate. The narrator was anxious and helpless, with a little sadness and indignation.

"Yang Juncheng is a very bold coach and a very stable coach, and now I can't understand this state." The guest wondered, and his eyebrows were tufted together.

At this time, the fans in front of the TV did not have the expectation when the game started, although they thought that the national youth team could not beat the American team, but they did not expect to lose so completely, and some fans even became desperate, sighed and turned off the TV and entered the bed.

Is this really the end of it?

Countless fans asked such questions with sadness and couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

On the court, the national youth team made another mistake and was easily counterattacked by the American team, bringing the score to 9:23, with two and a half minutes left before the end of the first quarter, and the national youth team was already 14 points behind.

The Chinese fans in the stadium fell silent, and the waving five-star red flag also fell, with disappointment, unwillingness, and pain on their faces.

The rest of the players who participated in the World Youth Championships who watched the game in the audience also sighed, the United States team is the United States team, and the dark horse Chinese team that counterattacked all the way has become so vulnerable in front of the American team, and Zhang Yufeng, the ace player who competed with Owen for the scoring title in the scoring list, has no sense of existence, and the state of the Australian team in the last game is simply like two people.

Sadness and frustration spread among the players of the national youth team, looking at the huge point difference, their fighting spirit is gradually eroding, and the first quarter is 14 points behind without playing, so how to play after that?

In this case, it is better to give up!

Ren Qinwei's face was gloomy, and he threw the basketball high into the sky and threw it directly out of bounds, ending the attack.

"Ren Qinwei! What are you doing? Seinfeld said angrily, dissatisfied with his performance.

"Don't you see? Give up this game! Ren Qinwei shouted, but not at Seinfeld, but at Zhang Yufeng.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them!

(End of chapter)