professional shooting guard

Chapter 38 Difficult to win
Sweat dripped down drop by drop, Zhang Zifeng rolled up the corner of his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Now my physical strength has been overdrawn, and the muscles in my calf are so stiff that I can't even jump high.

There are only more than three minutes left, and it is fake to think about rational distribution of physical strength now.

I can only grit my teeth and stick to it.

Today is my first start, and it is also my first time as a core.

I'm going to hold on, I'm going to hold on.

I must prove that I can do it.

Running to the frontcourt, Zhang Zifeng knew that with his current physical strength, he couldn't attack with the ball at all.
Zhang Zifeng was running with Wharton.

Seeing that the Chinese kept running again, Wharton cursed in a low voice: "Damn bastard, can't he stop for a moment?"

Wharton shouted while running, "Hey, Chinese monkey. You can be proud of being able to hold on to Lao Tzu's defense for so long. Can you still jump with your legs now? You can't, just give up."

"With your poor physical strength, you can't shoot."

"After running for so long, you haven't caught a ball. Your teammates don't believe you anymore, don't waste time!"

……

Zhang Zifeng felt bored listening to Wharton's endless trash talk, but every ounce of energy was precious now.

Zhang Zifeng didn't want to waste in this useless scolding at all.

Unable to get rid of Wharton, Zhang Zifeng was very anxious.

Old K also yelled from the sidelines, "Marshall, Amily help cover!"

Jefferson and Plumlee rushed to the bottom line, and the goalkeepers Wharton and McGarry blocked the two with double ghost shots.

Zhang Zifeng took this opportunity to run outside the three-point line. Cook saw Zhang Zifeng running out of space and passed the ball immediately.

Zhang Zifeng received the ball, put his feet on the ground, jumped up, stretched his waist and abdomen, raised his elbows and stretched his forearms, bent his wrists forward, and flicked the ball with his fingers.

"Shh!"

The sound of the friction of the basketball passing through the net is so beautiful.

When old K saw the ball go in, he waved his hands anxiously and shouted, "GET back (back to defense)! GET back! GET back!"

Cook stayed behind to delay the opponent's attack, and the other players hurried back to the half court to defend.

The University of Michigan player, Glenn Robinson III, controls the ball.

With less than 2 minutes left in the game and two points behind, every point is precious now and may decide the final outcome.

Her thighs were sore and sore, her panting became more and more rapid, and her body was extremely exhausted.

But Zhang Zifeng still gritted his teeth and persisted, clinging to Stauskas and clinging to him.

Old K knows that Stauskas is the core of the University of Michigan and has the ability to end the game.

If you want to win this game, you must limit the opponent.

No matter how hard Zhang Zifeng worked, old K could only let Zhang Zifeng, the best defender, mark Stauskas.

After running more than half a circle, Stauskas ran to the outside to receive the ball.

Stauskas tried to hit back, but Zhang Zifeng carried it firmly, preventing him from advancing inside.

One inattentive, the ball was almost knocked down by Zhang Zifeng.

Stauskas broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly protected with his left hand, and dribbled the ball carefully.

At this time, there is no room for any mistakes.

Seeing that Stauskas was struggling to attack, McGarry ran out to help cover.

Stauskas drives in through the screen, jumps up, and shoots.

Zhang Zifeng didn't want to give up. If the opponent scored the goal, the pressure on Duke University would be even greater.

Even though the calf was tense, Zhang Zifeng still ran over and kicked his legs vigorously, straightened his arms desperately, and flew to block the shot.

Fortunately, I was tired, and Stauskas was also tired from fighting all night, and he didn't jump high.

Zhang Zifeng rubbed the ball with his fingertips just after he took the shot, and the ball still fell out after two laps in the basket, and was rebounded by Jefferson.

比赛只剩2分11秒，89:86，杜克还路后3分。

"Run! Run!" Old K shouted.

Cook controlled the ball at the top of the three-point arc, and the other four players, including Zhang Zifeng, were actively looking for opportunities.

Leave the decision of victory to Hood.

What a joke!
Don't say that I am not right with him, even if they have a good relationship, Zhang Zifeng just wants to come by himself at this time.

Whether he wins or loses, he has to decide for himself, and he has to grasp his own destiny.

"Give me cover!" Zhang Zifeng yelled while cutting through the inside lane.

Jefferson immediately moved sideways to block Wharton.

Zhang Zifeng ran beyond the three-point line, received the pass, and raised the ball.

Wharton ran out in a panic, jumping up when he thought about it.

Zhang Zifeng took back the ball, waited for Wharton to fall, and then jumped up and threw the ball.

Walton watched the ball fly towards the basket in the air, terrified.

Don't go in!Don't go in!
Swish!
The sound of scoring a goal, that is the most beautiful sound in the world.

After Zhang Zifeng fell down, he hammered his chest excitedly and roared.

Seeing that the score that had been struggling to catch up was finally tied.

Blue Devils fans excitedly yelled, "Jack! Jack! Jack!"

Zhang Zifeng gasped and looked up at the timer. The second half was 38 minutes and 26 seconds, and there was 1 minute and 34 seconds left in the game.

The game is not over yet, just hold on, Zhang Zifeng.

Just hold on and you'll win!

Feeling a little dizzy, Zhang Zifeng knew that it was due to excessive fatigue, and his brain was a little lack of oxygen.

Zhang Zifeng bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain instantly made him sober up a lot.

Back at halftime, Stauskas was a little afraid of Zhang Zifeng.

He spoiled a chance as good as it had just been, and Stauskas passed the ball to Glenn Robinson III to open it up from Hood.

Glenn Robinson III passed Hood with a few fake moves, broke into the penalty area, went to the basket, and made a layup.

Zhang Zifeng wasn't even interested in scolding Hood anymore, and ran towards the frontcourt with heavy steps.

After receiving the ball in the frontcourt, Zhang Zifeng saw Wharton following him from the backcourt, and now he was about to hug him in his arms.

Zhang Zifeng hit the ground and passed the ball to Plumlee, who was about to get to the inside.

Then he turned around and ran to the inside. Plumley hit him hard, but found that he couldn't hit McGarry, who was carrying him tightly behind his back.

As Plumlee considered what to do, he heard, "Give me the ball!"

Zhang Zifeng ran in front of Plumlee, and Plumlee passed the ball to him hand in hand.

Zhang Zifeng raised the ball with both hands.

Wharton didn't take off and posted, "You still want to trick me, don't think about it!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zifeng really jumped up and shot this time, and Wharton was a step slower when he realized it.

The ball hits the backboard and bounces into the hoop.

Seeing the goal scored, Zhang Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Now my arm is very sore, and I don't know if I can make it when I shoot.

"Good pass!" Zhang Zifeng clapped hands with Plumlee and ran slowly for half the time.

"Damn it!" Wharton's expression turned ugly. The more brilliant Zhang Zifeng was, the more he proved his incompetence.

In the frontcourt, Glenn Robinson III once again swayed Hood for a layup.

Plumlee, who has always moved slowly, suddenly came out and covered Glenn Robinson III firmly.

The ball was knocked down the sideline, Cook jumped up to save the ball, the ball returned to the court and fell to the frontcourt.

Zhang Zifeng ran over to grab the ball and was ready to shoot one step away from the three-point line.

Walton was scared, and even if he fouled, he had to prevent the opponent from shooting.

Rushing over, Wharton immediately hugged Zhang Zifeng and fell to the ground.

The whistle blows, a foul by the thugs, and a free throw.

Pulled by his teammates, Zhang Zifeng stood up.

The legs became heavier and heavier, as if they couldn't lift them.

Zhang Zifeng stood at the free-throw line, drips of sweat dripped from his forehead, and landed on the ground, turning into a puddle of water.

Taking advantage of the precious opportunity of free throws, Zhang Zifeng tried his best to delay every free throw to give himself more rest time.

After receiving the ball, Zhang Zifeng wiped the sweat off his face with the corner of his clothes, calmed his rapid breathing, and waited for a few seconds before raising his hand to shoot.

The ball spun twice around the rim and still fell into the net.

Zhang Zifeng raised his boxer, and then slowly clapped hands with his teammates on both sides before returning to the free throw line.

For the second ball, the ball directly hit the back frame and popped out of the bottom line.

No penalty.

Zhang Zifeng knew that the decline in physical strength affected his rhythm and feel when shooting.

Zhang Zifeng bit the tip of his tongue again to refresh himself.

I can't give up, I can't give up, if I can't even bear this suffering, how can I gain a foothold in the NBA.

persist in!persist in!
For the third ball, Zhang Zifeng felt that his body had adjusted, so he threw the ball.

The ball went in cleanly.

Two of three free throws made Duke regain the lead by 2 points.

This 2-point gap became the key to determining the outcome of the final game.

In the last 1 minute, under the desperate defense, neither team scored again.

In the last seven seconds, Stauskas dribbled the ball from the backcourt straight to the penalty area and jumped up.

Zhang Zifeng desperately jumped up with the last bit of strength in his body, stretched his hands high, and tried his best to interfere with the opponent's shooting.

The basketball flew to the basket, and Zhang Zifeng didn't even have the energy to turn around to see the result.

A "bang" came from behind, and the cheers of all the Blue Devils fans were heard.

Zhang Zifeng showed a bright smile and lay down on the ground.As soon as he relaxed, the tingling pain in his right calf instantly spread to the brain nerves.

The whole face was stinging and irritated.

Seeing Zhang Zifeng lying on the ground with a painful expression.

The team doctor rushed into the field to check, but fortunately it was not a big problem.

It's just that my calf cramped after being overtired and exhausted.

After being massaged by the doctor for about 10 minutes, Zhang Zifeng walked into the player tunnel with the support of Jefferson and Plumlee.

There was huge applause in the arena.

(End of this chapter)