It may be that he is unwilling to lose too ugly, or it may be that the inside defense of the Wen Yi team is really airtight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Daqing Oilfield team pressed all the treasures on the three-point shot, except for the No. 10 center who also wanted to pick up a few rebounds on the inside, the other four people were very far away.

The Wen Yi team, which was leading by a large score, was also not interested in expanding out to defend and shoot, except for Yang Fan, the other four were all on the inside to ensure the quality of rebounding.

Due to the relatively casual play, the Wen team did not continue to expand the score advantage, so that Yang Fan played more smoothly, although there were no more scores, but the ball was more handsome and beautiful. The fans at the scene also turned against each other and cheered for every wonderful score of the Wen Yi team.

The performance of the audience angered the Daqing Oilfield team, they did not want to be humiliated by the Wen Yi team, and the defensive action became bigger and bigger, the purpose was no longer simply to prevent the Wen Yi team from scoring, they would rather let Yang Fan stand on the free throw line than let him pass a wonderful assist ball.

After being violated again and again, Yang Fan's anger also rose little by little. Less than a minute into the fourth quarter, the opposite No. 4 slapped Yang Fan in the face directly in a defense.

This slap was not heavy, Yang Fan did not fall to the ground, but just threw away the ball and covered his face in pain.

Jackson was a grumpy, and when he saw his teammates being beaten, he rushed up directly, pushed the opposite No. 4 away, and kept scolding in English.

If the opposite No. 4 directly pulled out the fuse of the artillery battle, Jackson's push was equivalent to directly lighting the fire. The humiliated Daqing team and the Wen Yi team, who were constantly fouled, were holding back the fire, and the players on both sides quickly piled up together, pushing each other, and someone almost punched first.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the referee quickly blew the whistle and pulled Jackson and the opposite number four away.

Jackson is 1.96 meters tall, two sizes older than the referee, and the referee can't pull it at all. Seeing the situation, the deputy referee hurriedly pulled the No. 4 of the Daqing team to their team's bench, which avoided the escalation of the conflict.

The referee gave the opponent a common foul to No. 4 and blew Jackson for a physical foul. Since the fourth quarter had just begun, the Daqing team had less than four fouls, so the Daqing team got two free throws and one service opportunity.

Yang Fan was pushed back to the bench by his teammates, and although the slap he had just received was not heavy, the finger of the No. 4 player hit him directly on his right eye socket, and there was a large dark red bruise in the area under his eyebrows.

"So ruthless!" The team doctor applied an ice pack to Yang Fan.

"Hmm!" Yang Fan took the ice pack away, closed his left eye, and tried to see the team doctor in front of him, but his eyes were like a camera that was out of focus, and he could only see a figure vaguely.

"How?" The team doctor asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm not blind." Yang Fan blinked his eyes hard, wanting to recover quickly.

On the opposite side, No. 4 had already scored the first goal, and Coach Zheng walked over: "Why don't you rest." ”

Yang Fan raised his head: "Coach, how many assists do I have?" ”

The assistant coach stood up with the table with the data: "Eleven, enough!" ”

Coach Zheng nodded: "Okay, let's do it today, it's not good to get injured if you continue to play." ”

"Let me go again, Coach." Yang Fan threw the ice pack to the team doctor. "I'm fine."

Coach Zheng wanted to refuse, but Yang Fan hurriedly said first: "After this game, I can't play for almost a month, and my hands are itchy." ”

Coach Zheng sighed deeply: "Go ahead, take it easy." ”

The No. 4 of the Daqing team had already scored the second goal, and Yang Fan walked to the field and stood behind him. The redness and swelling of his right eye seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and he could barely open it.

Leaning on the only remaining left eye, Yang Fan glanced at the scoreboard, and the Wenyi team had already led with a score of 95-68, and the game ended with 10 minutes and 20 seconds left.

10 minutes and 20 seconds! Yang Fan silently calculated in his heart. "Enough!"

The Daqing Oilfield team sent a frontcourt ball, and the ball was sent to the fourth hand, and Yang Fan quickly pasted it. No. 4 didn't dribble the ball at the first time, Yang Fan pressed him tightly, he didn't even dare to shoot the ball, and wanted to pass the ball out quickly.

Yang Fan didn't give him this opportunity, and with his powerful aura and quick speed, he quickly cut the ball down. This kind of routine is too familiar to the first team, and the next thing is to score quickly, and there is almost no suspense.

And Yang Fan thought that as long as he could see clearly with one eye, there was no big problem with dribbling, but when he touched the ball with both hands, he found that he had thought about the problem too simply.

With just one eye, you can't see the three-dimensional sense at all, and you can't judge the distance. Fortunately, he has excellent basic skills, so he simply gave up judging with his eyes and only relied on his feel. It's just that when he was adjusting at the beginning, Yang Fan hesitated for a full second, delaying the best time to attack quickly.

Yang Fan dribbled the ball over the front court unhurriedly, and as soon as his feet crossed the middle line, Yang Fan seemed to remember something, he did not pass the ball out at the first time, but waited in place for No. 4 to come over to defend.

Using words to humiliate the other party, this is a trick he learned when he fought Dong Chenglong, and now he wants to try it.

Number Four was more than half a meter in front of him, and this position was just right.

"You blinded me in one eye." Yang Fan said the words he had thought of in advance, word by word. He said it very slowly, for fear that the other party would not hear clearly. The fourth on the opposite side first fluzed for a moment, and then quickly adjusted back to the original state.

"You think I'm going to throw in the towel, right?" Yang Fan continued.

His words were like a pebble thrown into the ocean, without any ripples at all.

Yang Fan was not good at words, but when he encountered this situation, he didn't know how to say it, and after thinking about it, he felt that he should say it more ruthlessly!

"I'll give you my left eye now! You show me! After saying this, Yang Fan quickly glanced at the situation in front of him, and then closed his other eye as well.

At that moment, Yang Fan remembered his second uncle.

Yang Fan's second uncle is a chess addict and is quite famous in the county. The chess competition organized by the county, basically as long as he participates, he will definitely be the champion, and the chess stall on the side of the road, as long as he sees his second uncle coming, he will basically stop working.

Because the county seat was too small, his second uncle gradually had a feeling of being alone and seeking defeat, and slowly he began to ponder blind chess.

"Is blind chess to be particularly memorable?" Yang Fan remembered that he had asked his second uncle when he was a child.

"Good memory is one aspect, the most important thing is fast!" The words of the second uncle were vaguely in his ears.

"Quick?"

"It's just to make the other party have no time to react and follow your train of thought!"

"Follow my train of thought!" Yang Fan took a deep breath and praised it in a big stride.