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49 to 47!

Both domestic and foreign teams have match points.

It's just that in this case, if Stephen Marbury's foreign team scores, it can kill the game directly. Although Yang Yiming's domestic player team has the opportunity to use one round to rise to 50 points, in view of the rule that winning by more than 2 points will be divided into winners and losers, one more goal needs to be scored.

Good thing they have the ball!

Yang Yiming held the ball outside, he tried to step, pretending to make a three-point shot, and the defending Arachchi thought that he and Marbury also wanted three points to win directly, and his toes left the floor slightly, Yang Yiming immediately sprinted and entered the penalty area.

Under the basket in the penalty area, Randolph and Marbury were like two evil spirits, one white and one black, waving their limbs and rushing towards Yang Yiming. Marbury saw that Yang Yiming had nowhere else to go, and flew directly into the air, blocking all his forward angles.

At this moment, a tall figure arrived!

He was like a puppet hanging a string, and his movements of running hard were a little uncoordinated. But he did seem to be being pulled by a rope of invisible willpower, dragging his limbs and torso headlong into the paint area.

It was Wang Zheng, a high school forward who was still outside the three-point line just now, giving Yang Yiming fake cover!

Yang Yiming saw Wang Zheng kill out of the corner of his eye, and immediately had an idea, he twisted his body, put his back on Marbury, and then gently sent his palm in the air...

Wang Zheng followed up with the violent buckle!

The basket is shaking.

Wang Zheng was roaring.

Teammates high-fived and hugged in celebration!

The score is tied. At the moment, it only takes one more goal for either side to win the game.

But the domestic players equalized the score for the first time in the game and saw the hope of winning. They are like a rainbow, as if there is no suspense about victory or defeat - victory belongs to them in the first place!

Sure enough, they didn't give the foreign players any chance in this offensive round, Yang Yiming took advantage of Wang Zheng's blocking and dismantling to pull out the gap, and the latter broke through the middle. The ball came out of the gap between Marbury and Arach. Randolph became the last barrier. But Wang Zheng didn't rush in, he already knew that He Xining was ambushing in the bottom corner, and he didn't look at people and seemed to be easy to shake off...

He Xining catches the ball and shoots...

Crossing the course like a bridge...

Everyone is watching. The ball is in!

Yang Yiming's domestic player team relied on the outbreak at the last moment to equalize and overtake and win the game!

This time the roar of the stadium was even more unstoppable!

Win!

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Luzhniki Stadium.

July 16th.

The smoke of the final has cleared. Whether it's the blue and white winner or the plaid loser, they've all left the field from this sea of green.

The green site is full of grass. The sprinkler system in the stadium was working hard to sprinkle water on the grass along with the drizzle. The grass is like a new seedling that has been soaked up in water, green and tender, swaying and spreading its body, as if the 90 minutes of fighting and hand-to-hand combat just now, as if those iron horsemen have never happened.

In the courtroom, Luke Doncic looked around at the seats, and there were barely many spectators left. There are more staff than fans left: the French who won the game will leave here to celebrate, and the Croatians who have lost the game will forget the sorrow of the night but remember the glory of the whole month. There are only a few neutral fans left, who may still be enjoying the aftertaste of the World Cup at the magnificent Luzhniki Stadium.

The British rock band invited by Russia sang lonely in the middle of the stadium at this time, perhaps to comfort the few fans who stayed in the stadium, and they played and sang with extra effort.

sparsely landed, and at the end of the song, you can still hear the applause and whistle response from the audience. It can be regarded as a rare and highly targeted interaction between the stage and the stage in the huge stadium.

"e're the Champions...", the British rock band played the old Queen song, "We Are the Champions", and even Doncic, an Eastern European, couldn't help but hum along with it. When a team wins, it seems to be a must-have celebratory repertoire for every team. Since he was a child, he has won the most, and this song is also terrible to listen to.

Tonight's championship belongs to someone who looks more champion.

There are more stars, a neater lineup, a higher value, and more physical strength. And when such a team lowers its profile and responds on the defensive, it is already undefeated.

Like a powerhouse in the 12-round heavyweight boxing ring, he doesn't take the initiative to attack in the first eight rounds, dodging left and right, back and forth, until the exhausted opponent shows his flaws, and then delivers the fatal blow.

This is the case with the French who just won the cup.

It has to be said that their tactics were successful. With fewer shots on goal and a little bit of luck, they knocked down the Croatians who were aiming to make history.

– even if the opponent has already made history. The second place in the World Cup is the best in the history of this country of projectiles.

But that's a second place after all.

Second place, in Doncic's world, is failure.

At least from childhood to adulthood, this is the education that each basketball leader gave him. Everyone knows about Mount Everest, but no one will remember the second highest peak in the world.

It's Qiaogori Peak.

Doncic remembers the first time he answered the question like this, the slap that landed on his hot elementary school basketball teacher in the face. Every time he thinks about it, even now, his face is a little red and painful.

"Let you fight for the championship, you just remember this one!"

But like the Croats, is it really a loss?

The numbers on the scoreboard naturally show that they lost. 2:4。 Even a few hours ago, before the 90 minutes were played, everyone in the stadium was almost convinced of the Croatian's defeat.

Hugo Lori's mistake was nothing more than a merciless teasing by the goddess of victory.

But only Modric was still running. Still stealing, or trying to steal every football that seems to have a chance, but can't be grabbed because of the exhaustion of physical strength. In fact, even the banter of the goddess of victory is not from Mandzukic's seemingly hopeless scramble.

When Luka Modric, who has the same name as him, walked onto the podium, he probably felt the same way as a loser for the first time.

That Luke was much thinner than he was. As he wiped his blond hair dry, pinned it behind his head, and walked through the arch that symbolized the victor but was not intended for him, he held up the golden cup in his hand as a consolation to the loser or a reward for the effort.

Luke Doncic couldn't know how the 1.72m man felt.

But the challenger, who knows that it is unattainable, also seems to be fascinating. Modric lifted the trophy of the best player of the World Cup above his head and was baptized by the spotlight of reporters, squeezing out a hasty and reluctant smile on his face. He was a hero, but his team didn't win.

On the other side of the podium, the French team in blue jerseys was draped in the national flag, gearing up and jubilant. Waiting for Modric's filming to end, they rushed to the stage to take the Hercules Cup they "kept".

Standing to death.

Born on your knees.

Which one to choose?

Even this month in Russia, Doncic was instigated to firmly choose the former. YACAP's Young Athlete Career Advancement Program is more like a coming-of-age event in the NBA social classroom than a social club.

It's not the victory of a single person that matters; The important thing is the YACAP team, and the overall championship can be won as a team.

- Because the chances of a single person winning are very slim in the first place.

But is it really sad to stand and die as a loser for the sake of this negligible possibility?

If he were to be chosen to join France and Croatia tonight, who would he choose?

Standing to death.

Born on your knees.

This question will probably linger on Slovenian rookie Luke Doncic for many nights after the World Cup.