NBA villain

Chapter 537

"clang!"

The basketball went wide, and when Yang Di rushed in, he was unlucky and the basketball bounced to the other side.

Protected by Ginobili, Ginobili immediately hugged the basketball and turned around vigilantly, preventing Yang Di and others from taking advantage of it.

The Chinese team retreated, with only the last 15 seconds left.

There was no timeout for Argentina either, and Ginobili took possession of the ball by himself and crossed the half without haste.

Now, the initiative has returned to Argentina, and Argentina controls this wave of offense.The game has reached this point, which has exceeded many people's expectations.

On the sidelines, Chinese fans clasped their hands together, worried.

"Don't go in, don't go in." Chen Daoming and Zhang Fengyi were also very nervous watching, how many times in life have they not been so nervous?The two veteran stars of the Chinese entertainment industry held their breath nervously.

Ginobili commanded to pull away, and he had already retreated to the center circle.

Yang Di met him, with his arms outstretched to block a step away from the three-point line.

No way, this is the NBA's three-point range. Those who can shoot [-]% from the NBA three-point line have to expand their defense.

In 11 seconds, Ginobili leaned over and dribbled the ball under his crotch. After two consecutive dribbles, he approached Yang Di.

Yang Di adjusted his back in small steps, keeping a small step distance from Ginobili.

Ginobili suddenly stepped out, his right foot stepped out to the right, and he sent the ball with his right hand. He rushed up like a whirlwind and broke through to the right.

The right side is not Ginobili's dominant hand, but there are no other Chinese players on the right side. Ginobili dribbles on this side, and the impact area is wider.

"I can't pass it!"

Yang Di shouted and took the initiative to post Ginobili. He is not afraid of Ginobili's snake layup or something. If he doesn't even have the courage to approach him to defend, how can he defend?

Ginobili seemed to know that Yang Di was going to approach him, and suddenly slowed down.

In the mid-range position, Ginobili received the ball and began to make three big strides to break to the left. Because he did not pass Yang Di, even if he made an emergency stop, Yang Di also adjusted.

Yang Di kept up with Ginobili, counted his three big steps, and prepared to jump up to block the block for the last time.

Just at this time, an Argentine player came in from the diagonal alley, his blue and white striped jersey was rattling by the wind.

"Sanchez!"

The magician of the Argentine team completed a beautiful off-the-ball cut at the most critical time. Ginobili and him had a tacit understanding, and a beautiful hit came.

"Pepe" Sanchez catches the ball and flies straight up, very fast.

Immediately reacting, Yang Di flew over, but it was too late. He stretched out his hand and only hit the rebound, but didn't touch the basketball.

The basketball went into the basket, and Argentina scored several goals in a row. At the last and most critical moment, they overtook the score.

86 is better than 84!

Only 5.8 seconds left.

To make matters worse, the Chinese team has no timeout at this time, and it is impossible to serve in the frontcourt.

The Chinese fans held their heads, with blank faces, surrounded by wildly celebrating Argentine fans. The Argentine fans seemed to have seen Argentina ascend to the throne of the king of the world again.

"Don't panic, there is still a chance!"

On the field, Yang Di shouted at his teammates, isn't there still 5.8 seconds left? 5.8 seconds is more than enough to go from the backcourt to the frontcourt. Why do you look like you have already lost?

Argentina began to press hard, and Yang Di pointed to Liu Wei, "Brother Wei, go serve and give me the ball."

"Everyone run from the backcourt to the frontcourt. Don't start all in the frontcourt. Argentina dare not double-team Yang Di easily." Yao Ming also gave instructions, and then stood near the middle circle, ready to pick and roll for his teammates at any time .

Time flies, and there is no extra time for teammates to think about it.

Liu Wei stood on the bottom line, the referee handed the ball to Liu Wei, and then blew the whistle.

"beep!"

Yang Di rushed over immediately, with his speed, he threw away Nocioni who was defending him, and Liu Wei immediately handed the ball to Yang Di.

All the other players of the Chinese team started to run. Yang Di dribbled the ball smoothly, and then turned around and ran towards the frontcourt. His superb ball-handling skills were revealed. It means to be out of touch with his body.

Argentine players are man-to-man. In this case, open spaces are absolutely not allowed.

When Yang Di was about to cross the center line, Sanchez also ran to double-team Yang Di, because Yang Di’s speed was to directly hit the rhythm of the basket. If he really got up, it would be too difficult to defend .

At this time, because the attention of the Argentine players was diverted, Yang Di saw his teammates on the left three-point line who raised their hands to ask for the ball.

Without the slightest hesitation, he jumped up and passed the ball like a cannonball. The basketball roared and flew over everyone's heads, and then it was passed to the unmarked Wang Shipeng on the left three-point line.

Ginobili rushed over, and Wang Shipeng was half-empty.

The 23-year-old Wang Shipeng's eyes are firm, his hands are firmly received by Yang Di's precise basketball, no need to make adjustments, his legs are bent, his feet take off, and his arms are raised high.

He has a textbook-like shooting movement, and his hands are fixed like a machine, very stable.

Then press down on your wrist and pull out the basketball with your fingertips.

Ginobili saw Wang Shipeng's eyes full of confidence, and for some reason, his heart fell straight down, as if he fell into the abyss.

The basketball rolled in the air, drawing a wonderful arc.

All Chinese fans are looking at the basketball, praying and looking forward to it.

"Shh!"

The red light came on, and under everyone's gaze, the basketball plunged into the net, rolling up snow-white net flowers.

"Wang Shipeng made a three-pointer! The goal is scored! Beautiful! The goal is scored! The goal is scored!"

Yu Jia, who was commentating the game, yelled loudly, with a hoarse voice, and repeated three times in a row that the goal was scored. The commentary at this moment was full of enthusiasm, and his whole body followed the Chinese players who started to run wildly on the field, trembling.

"We beat the Argentine team! We entered the top two in the world! The Chinese men's basketball team made history! This group of cute and young players, they really did it. They are heroes. They are great and outstanding. !"

The camera was aimed at Wang Shipeng who hit the lore, and all the Chinese players ran to the field and cheered loudly.

There are also the coaching staff embracing each other, and the excited Chinese fans. At this moment, the entire Saitama Super Arena is boiling.

Ginobili stood there with his hips akimbo, with helplessness written all over his face. What he didn't expect was that he was given a three-pointer by an unknown player of the Chinese team. This is the luck on the basketball court. Sometimes, even if You played well, played the tactics that should be played, and made all the shots that should be made, but the game was still lost.

He didn't feel a single bit of regret. The Chinese team was able to win against them because of their strength and deserved it.

Nothing is impossible, just like in Athens two years ago, when he led Argentina to defeat the mighty American Dream Team, this is also the charm of competitive sports.

(End of this chapter)