ace marshal

Chapter 563
The March Madness first-round match between UCLA and Rider University has come to an end.

Although Rider University caused some troubles for UCLA, UCLA relied on its overall advantage to achieve a lead of more than 20 points. Such an advantage is enough for the team to win the game.

The game came to what might be the last timeout, UCLA made a large number of substitutions, and Rider University was also preparing to "raise the white flag" and conceded the loss.

"Jason, come down and rest~!"

"No, I won't go down, I want to lead the team to reverse, it's just a gap of 22 points, no problem~!"

"I won't admit defeat before the game is over~!"

With a firm expression, Thompson refused the head coach's end request.

"Let him play, it's his last game for Rider after all,"

The assistant coach on the side also persuaded.

"The last time,,, how could it be, how could it be possible~?!"

Thompson was of course very upset when he heard such words, and looked at the assistant coach with an angry expression, wondering.

"I want to lead the team to reverse, we want to enter the top 32, and I want to become the best player in the history of the Rider University~!!!"

Thompson said excitedly.

With only 2 minutes left in the game, it is really too difficult to reverse the 20-point gap.

But Thompson does have a chance to be the best player in Rider history.

"All right,,"

The head coach of Rider University stopped persuading and let Thompson continue to return to the court.

And UCLA is already full of substitute players.

"Clang clang~!!"

Although he was full of energy, Thompson was exhausted after all, and he failed to hit a mid-range shot.

"It's not over yet~!!!"

But Thompson was very active. He rushed into the penalty area, jumped high, and grabbed the offensive rebound from the heads of the UCLA players.

When he came to the inside, Thompson was not afraid of anyone, and directly threw the ball against the defensive player.

"Swipe~!!"

The ball finally scored.

"Yeah!!!"

The Rider fans were still in the field, cheering.

It's not so much cheering for the team as it is cheering for Thompson alone.

Without Thompson, Rider simply wouldn't be on this field.

"Unless Thompson repeats the grade, otherwise, this game is almost his last game representing his alma mater Rider University. I think any player, knowing that it is his last game representing a home team, We all want to try our best to have a perfect ending, even if we can’t win this game, we still have to play a wonderful performance and don’t leave any regrets for ourselves,,,”

Lan Shengli sighed as he watched Thompson actively return to defense.

Of the ten players on the field, Thompson is still the most focused and hardworking.

Seeing the UCLA defender dribble for a long time without attacking, as if deliberately delaying time, Thompson ran up and tried to steal the ball.

"Beep~!!!"

A reckless steal was called a foul by the referee.

"What about this guy? It's impossible to win the game, and he is so desperate to grab it,"

"Maybe not reconciled,"

Seeing this, Westbrook and Love sighed.

"If this is your last game representing UCLA, under such circumstances, I think you will also make the same choice,"

Lan Shengli said.

Listening to Lan Shengli's words, both Westbrook and Love fell silent.

"Jason, I have fouled four times~!! Be careful~!"

"Come on, Jason~!!"

"Come on~!!"

Thompson suddenly heard the reminder and encouragement from the bench next to him and his teammates, and turned his head to look at them.

Every player clapped their hands, their expressions full of respect.

This moved Thompson instantly, and tears filled his eyes immediately.

Thompson's teammates also know that this is the last game of their "team boss", and they all want to watch it for a while, so that this beautiful moment can stay for a while longer.

"Clang~!!"

"Mine~!"

The UCLA guard missed a free throw, and Thompson leaped high and yelled for the rebound.

"At this time, there is still this kind of physical ability and this kind of mental head. Maybe this is the potential hidden in the player's body that is often said. When encountering such a special situation, it is all released,"

Lan Shengli sighed.

"The game is not over yet, I will not admit defeat, I can still play, Rider University still has a chance~!!"

Here Thompson cheered himself up, and directly dribbled the ball by himself, heading towards the frontcourt.

Because the UCLA players didn't expect Thompson to do this, so they didn't have any precautions, and watched Thompson aggressively kill him.

"Ah~!!!"

"Duang~!!!"

Thompson roared, three steps in parallel, and directly dunked the ball into the basket.

"Yeah~!!!"

The Rider fans cheered, the team bench cheered, and even some UCLA fans applauded Thompson.

"JT (English abbreviation for Jason Thompson)~!!"

"JT~!!"

"JT~!!"

The fans even started chanting Thompson's name.

The game instantly became Thompson's farewell performance.

"Defense~!!"

"Defense~!!!"

Thompson, who quickly returned to defense, yelled to remind the players.

That state is exactly the same as when it first started.

But UCLA's substitute players here didn't want to be green leaves, and used the pick-and-roll to go directly to the basket. Because Thompson went out to delay, they could only chase and defend to the basket.

I saw that UCLA's small guard had already taken off and made a basket-picking action.

"I, Jason Thompson, will never admit defeat~!!!"

I saw Thompson immediately took off, and flew out sideways in a desperate manner, heading for the ball.

"Crack~!!!"

The moment the ball was about to fall into the basket, Thompson slapped the ball out.

And there was physical contact with the UCLA guard, and Thompson directly overwhelmed the opponent from behind.

"Beep~!!!"

The referee quickly made a penalty, and it was not a simple ball out of the baseline, but a defensive foul.

And it hit Thompson.

"Oh~!!!!"

Seeing this, the fans in the audience immediately let out a sigh.

This foul directly made Thompson's farewell performance end prematurely.

UCLA's small guard was pulled up by his teammates, and Thompson's teammates also wanted to pull up Thompson who was sitting on the floor.

But Thompson didn't respond, leaning against the basket, lowering his head, trembling all over.

"woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

A little crying can be heard.

One drop after another of tears hit the floor.

This fanatical boy, in the last game of his college career, shed a man's tears.

(End of this chapter)