"If the Panthers score their last offense, they will be invincible, and if they are defended by Yale, then they still have a good chance of winning, and the game is in the final moments, so let's look forward to it." The narrator made his point.

"I don't think so, the Yale team has reached a point where they have a good chance to finish the game if they defend that last shot, and the killer is unknown, but no matter what, the Yale team is awe-inspiring, they were in trouble, but they survived, and I was blown away by their spirit and their hard work, especially Kyle, who is a true leader, who did his job."

"Man! It's early to sing the praises, you must know that the Black Panthers are not vegetarians, and the time has come to test their luck. ”

"Yes! We'll see! The game started again. ”

Filia stared ahead, bent legs to dribble, and Kyle, a meter away, half-squatted with his hands open, preoccupied. It's a real life-or-death moment and it's all about defending and attacking, and at the start of the regular season, victory is extremely important for both sides.

In the solemn atmosphere, with twenty seconds left in the attacking time, Filia moved, pushed to the right, and a half-hob to Chris, who was already stuck in position, and then began to run, Kyle chased closely.

Chris was out of shape today, but he was still very intimidating, and when the ball was in his hands, everyone on the Yale team tensed up, especially Herbert Smith, who was defending him. Chris was ready to play singles with his back, leaned back with the ball, and found that Smith leaned forward fiercely, unable to move, Chris was helpless, and then turned around with his right foot as the axis, facing Smith, a tentative step and feint, Smith was unmoved, just took a half step back and waved his arms openly, trying to form a disturbance.

On the other side, Herrera, Filia, and Brandi are interspersed with runs. The air was solidifying, the audience was holding their breath, and the sound of pins falling could be heard except for the sound of sneakers scraping against the floor.

With fifteen seconds left to attack, Chris no longer hesitated, and advanced against Smith with all his might, when he suddenly took a step back, got up and jumped. Losing his balance, Smith gritted his teeth and sprinted to the highest height of his life, trying to block it. As a result, Smith was overly concerned, and Chris was simply a fake.

Herrera cut in from the left and didn't have much chance against Martin on his heels, choosing to use his lame dribbling skills to dribble a few steps into the box and then flick his hand to Flandy, who had just run beyond the three-point line. There are still six seconds left before the attack time.

Brandi faced Larry, who had not yet established himself, on the left side, and clicked, and Larry was exhausted and quickly jumped. Brandy took advantage of the situation to break in, Kyle, who was closest to him, quickly made up for the defense, and there were Kelly and Smith on the inside, and Fillia, who was let go by him, had few chances, and the most important offensive time was running out, he felt that this was the best option.

Facing Kyle, who was 7 inches shorter than him, Flandi's confidence suddenly came up, and when he glanced at the time, there were still three seconds left, and he no longer hesitated, and jumped straight out of his hand. Kyle interfered with Brandy's shot with his strongest bounce and maximum height, but he was too short to watch the ball fly past his fingertips.

As soon as Brandi made a shot, he felt that he had a ball nine times out of ten, and years of practice have made everyone feel this way, especially Brandi, his feeling is more accurate, and he is full of confidence in this ball. Victory was beckoning to him, cheers were about to ring, and Brandi grinned!

These thoughts were only for a moment, and they were all thought of before he landed in the air! But the next moment he was stunned, and the rising ball smashed into his head, and he was directly dizzy, I don't know what to say, what is the situation? Kyle's cap? It's already flown over!

Not Kyle's cap, of course! It was Larry's redemption, who quickly chased back after being passed, and when Brandi made a move, he gave Brandi a big hat from the side with his accelerated jump.

When Brandi woke up, he scrambled to get the ball, and was about to shoot again when the referee's whistle blew and he was in violation of the rules for thirty-five seconds.

Martleley called a timeout with 8.8 seconds left to go and was enough to complete an effective attack.

"The Yale team defended perfectly this time and their chance came! Lore or lore, I'm looking forward to it now. Ignoring the black-faced commentator next to him, Tony said excitedly, "It's a really good game, intense and crazy." ”

"Kyle, you come and catch the ball, play double screens, Smith and Larry make the wall, Kelly goes down to rest, and Turridge comes on the court to serve. Kyle, let it go and finish the game, your time has come. ”

"Sir, they're going to take me to the death, Smith is better to catch the ball, Larry, Martin, Turridge to pick it up, and I'm going to hand it over and ask for the ball, I think it will work better.

"Well, that's a good idea." Martelley nodded in agreement. Henry on one side muttered.

"Everybody knows that Yale will choose to let Kyle finish the game or kill himself, there's no doubt about it. It's stupid to see how the Panthers respond, defend as hard as they can, don't foul, and that's a little bit of advice from me. Victory and defeat, only between the line. "Tony told the truth.

The players took the pitch again, and the crowd booed.

Turridge served on the touchline, everyone ran, Smith was let go in the middle line, and Turridge threw it decisively. Herbert received the ball and swayed from side to side, forcing Chris back as he tried to grab the ball, and then gave the ball to Martin and ran around the penalty area by himself.

Kyle was surrounded by Filia and Herrera, but the ball was already out and Herrera had to return to the leaky Turic. All was going well, Kyle started to slide and walked sideways past Martin, the ball was in his hands with five seconds to go. It's time! Kyle secretly counted the seconds in his heart, facing Filia's leg kicks, feints, changing directions, changing directions, and passing!

With three seconds left, Herrera ignored Turic and opted for the bag, Kyle was fearless, but was forced to make a sharp stop in the penalty area, Filia and Herrera surrounded it, and Chris was eyeing him in front of him, he swung his elbow to make Herrera, who came to make up for the defense, dare not approach, and then hit Herrera's chest with shoulder strength. With two seconds left, Kyle used his upper body power to knock Herrera out of the way, jumped back with the rebound force, and shot at Filia and Herrera's flying swoop.

The ball soars through the air, the red light comes on, and Kyle slumps to the floor.

And in the mouth of the guest Tony, it was like this: "Turridge sent the ball to Smith, and then to Martin who responded, Kyle took the ball with his hand, pressed the rhythm, started, carried Filia forward, stopped the jump shot, and shot against the coverage of the two, Kyle's body was completely unbalanced, the lights were on, and the ball hit the board into the frame." Lore! Lore! Oh my God! Fantastic Kyle, incredibly great goal. ”