diskusbooks Chapter 562 3+1, rebounding, 3+1, rebounding, are you giving me endless refills?
Chapter 562 3+1, rebounding, 3+1, rebounding, are you giving me endless refills?
Was this shot taken by Wang Xiucheng?
beep!
The referee blew the whistle, first signaling to the scorer's table that the three-pointer was valid, then pointing to Ford, and signaling that an additional free throw was required.
Nelson Kron was seething with hatred. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he would have liked to go up and kick this idiot.
Knowing full well that Wang Xiucheng had the ability to shoot an extremely long-range three-pointer in the last minute, this idiot still let Wang Xiucheng take the shot.
Either commit a hard foul to prevent Wang Xiucheng from shooting, or commit a foul early on to prevent Wang Xiucheng from crossing half-court.
But this idiot not only fouled in the center circle, but also let Wang Xiucheng rush out and shoot the ball.
Nelson Colomb felt a headache coming on and his blood pressure was a bit high. He hoped he wouldn't faint from anger.
"Beautiful shot!" Yu Jiahao and the others exclaimed in admiration.
Yu Jiahao can clearly remember what his family said when he was selected for the national team.
"Don't embarrass yourself. It's okay to lose. Just play in the style of China."
That means it's okay to lose, just show yourself.
Clearly, even their families don't really believe this national team can qualify for the Olympics.
Especially when they lost to Serbia by a huge margin of 42 points in the first game.
But now...
Among the fans in the stands, the family members were the ones shouting the loudest.
That kind of attitude shows how incredibly naive and unsophisticated one is.
It's just a mini-World Cup!
We're going to Paris for the Olympics tomorrow!
Where is this?
Yu Jiahao slapped Wang Xiucheng's hand together and stood on either side of the free throw line.
"MVP!"
Suddenly someone shouted, and soon the chant of "MVP" echoed throughout the stadium.
Wang Xiucheng smiled, looked at the red flags waving all over the court, and stood at the free throw line.
Catch the ball the referee throws, dribble it once, spin it, dribble it again, and it's ejected...
Bang!
The basketball bounced off the rim.
Wang Xiucheng's face darkened. Had he gotten a little too cocky?
With a snap, Yu Jiahao snatched the backboard.
Instead of shooting himself, Yu Jiahao passed the ball to Cui Yongxi behind him.
After dribbling once, Choi Young-seok didn't shoot. Instead, he pointed at the defender guarding him and passed the ball to Wang Xiucheng, who had retreated to the top of the arc.
Wang Xiucheng received the ball and was about to shoot.
Ford, who had been following Wang Xiucheng, jumped up with his arms outstretched.
This is a subconscious defensive move that doesn't change depending on who the opponent is.
Even the most experienced players can be outmaneuvered by players who are good at drawing fouls.
Ford is clearly not an experienced player.
But Wang Xiucheng is the player who is good at drawing fouls.
With a combination of intention and unpreparedness, coupled with Wang Xiucheng's overly realistic movements, Ford was shot and sent flying.
After putting the ball half a step away, Wang Xiucheng jumped up using Ford's body as leverage and then threw the ball out.
As he fell, Wang Xiucheng let out an exaggerated scream of "Ah!" before collapsing to the ground.
Wang Xiucheng stubbornly kept his head on the basketball until it swished through the net, at which point he lay down on the floor.
beep!
The referee blew the whistle again.
He pointed at Ford again, making a gesture indicating that the three-pointer was valid and an additional free throw was required.
The time interval between the two calls was so short that the referee even remembered Ford's number.
Ford was completely dumbfounded!
Another foul?
And, it's in again?
I just stepped onto the field, how could I have encountered such a result?
With a loud thud, Nelson Kron, who was on the sidelines, couldn't take it anymore and slammed his tactical board to the ground.
Was this idiot's mother doing this on purpose?
Knowing full well that Wang Xiucheng was trying to find someone to commit a foul, he still offered himself up!
and……
Nelson Cologne glanced at Wang Xiucheng, who was being helped up by his teammates.
A three-pointer, a free throw, then misses, rebound, another three-pointer, another free throw...
Are you fucking offering unlimited refills?
Is it over?
How many points do you want to score in one round?
No wonder some NBA coaches suggest not letting Wang Xiucheng play in the last minute.
This is fucking outrageous!
"Give me the ball, I'm going back to Puerto Rico, I'm done playing!"
Wang Xiucheng went to the free throw line again, wiped his hands on his shorts, and then, to the sound of MVP chants, took another free throw.
Swish!
This time we finally made it in.
Nelson Kron checked the time; there were 40 seconds left.
In other words, within 20 seconds, Wang Xiucheng made two three-pointers and one free throw.
7 points!
I got it so easily, like that.
I glanced at the score again, which was rather jarring: 100 to 75.
They finally managed to close the gap to 18 points, but in just 20 seconds, Wang Xiucheng pulled ahead again to 25 points.
This match can't be played at all!
If I had any heart condition or anything like that, I'd probably be lying on the ground by now.
I played hard for 9 minutes, but I couldn't catch up with Wang Xiucheng's 20-second maneuver!
While shaking his head, Nelson Klöhn shouted loudly at his players.
Finally, Waters drove into the paint and made a two-pointer.
And there were only 5 seconds left.
Nelson Kron shouted again to watch out for defense.
Instead of tracking back to defend, Puerto Rican players pressed the entire field, preventing China from launching one last attack.
Yu Jiahao stood on the baseline, watching Wang Xiucheng being surrounded by two defenders, and failing to shake them off several times.
With a whistle, the referee stopped the game, and Guo Shiqiang called a timeout.
This time, Guo Shiqiang didn't even use a chair; he just squatted on the ground.
"Everyone screen for Wang Xiucheng so he can receive the ball. We can only take free throws from the backcourt, so we must screen our players and let Wang Xiucheng get the ball to the frontcourt..."
"You, you, go on stage..."
Guo Shiqiang pointed to David Muoka and Zhou Qi.
Yu Jiahao, Yang Hansen, Zhou Qi, and David Muoka.
The three big centers, plus David, who could play both the four and five positions, all stood up.
Everyone knows that in five seconds, there's no time to pass the ball. It's definitely Wang Xiucheng, the fastest player, who will bring the ball to the frontcourt and then shoot.
Therefore, sending in shooters like Zeng Fanbo wouldn't be very effective.
It would be better to send all the big centers up to screen for Wang Xiucheng.
When the four men stood up, the entire stadium suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.
This is the true Great Wall of China!
Yang Yi was also dumbfounded at this moment, but he soon realized Guo Shiqiang's intention.
"At this point, there is really no need to send in other strikers. The most important thing is to let Wang Xiucheng safely carry the ball to the frontcourt."
Zhu Fangyu laughed and said, "The NBA has the twin towers strategy and the three tall players strategy, and now we have the four-goalkeeper strategy. If Tao Hanlin hadn't been suspended, it would be Tao Hanlin on the court right now, not Zhou Qi..."
Yu Jiahao, the tallest player, stood at the baseline, checked his position, and then received the ball from the referee.
Wang Xiucheng, David Muoka, Yang Hansen, and Zhou Qi stood together.
The five Puerto Rican players all stood around the four, enclosing Wang Xiucheng and his companions like dumplings.
However, the height and physique of these Puerto Rican players are simply not up to par.
Just as the whistle blew, Wang Xiucheng suddenly ducked under David Muoka and Yang Hansen and slipped out.
Zhou Qi moved a step, blocking a defender, and Wang Xiucheng turned and passed right next to Zhou Qi.
He jumped high, and the basketball arrived just in time.
Wang Xiucheng caught the ball in mid-air and threw it behind him before it landed.
Then Wang Xiucheng landed, turned around, stretched out his arm, and just managed to control the basketball.
The next moment, Wang Xiucheng rushed forward.
Waters was right in front of Wang Xiucheng. After failing to break the ball, he started to bump Wang Xiucheng hard with his shoulder, while his hand that was close to Wang Xiucheng also started to pull on him.
Wang Xiucheng was dribbling at high speed, so he was somewhat affected.
Wang Xiucheng clearly deviated from his original path, veering to the side.
With one hand pushing forward over Waters, Wang Xiucheng had no time to change direction.
Finally, as time was about to expire, Wang Xiucheng was also pushed to the side of the arc.
Without any hesitation or time to adjust, Wang Xiucheng drifted towards the sideline and threw the basketball.
beep!
The whistle finally blew for the third quarter.
But everyone's eyes remained fixed on the basketball, eager to know the final outcome.
The basketball seemed to float a bit, first hitting the rim, then bouncing up, and then falling back down.
The basketball remained strangely still on the rim for more than a second before finally falling towards the inside of the court.
Swish!
Three-pointer scored!