basketball craftsman

Chapter 70 V.85: A Thought

With 1 minute and 17 seconds left in the game, the score was 71:69. Furukawa Middle School had a 2-point lead and held the ball. After the players left the court, Suzuran quickly arranged the final tactics. She picked up the tactical drawing board and said calmly : "Everyone, the next round is very important. As long as we can defend against Furukawa Middle School's next attack, then we have hope."

"They also think so." Ye Fan wiped his sweat and said, "There is no other way but to stick to it."

"Correct." Ling Lan shook her head and said, "In the last wave of defending Senior Yang Hao for Li Ying, Senior Cheng Wu for Yu Chen, the only goal is to defend Furukawa Middle School's attack..."

"Okay." Yang Hao nodded, Ye Fan thought for a moment and asked: "Then who will attack?"

Ling Lan closed her eyes and thought for a moment, opened her eyes and said firmly, "The last wave of attack, everyone, let's block a 'Tian Ji horse race'."

"Tian Ji horse racing?!" The team members looked at each other and patiently wrote down the offensive tactics arranged by Linglan. After a while, everyone encouraged each other to play again. Yang Hao replaced Li Ying, Cheng Wu replaced Ouyang Yuchen, and the defensive strength was pulled to the maximum. ; while the lineup of Furukawa Middle School has not changed and the Four King Kong are still present. He Wenjing attacks with the ball and stops on the outside to observe carefully looking for opportunities.

"This looks good..." Zhao Lingfeng stood up in the stands, and Ji Wenqing nodded and said, "Whether Xiangshan can turn around depends on the result of this wave of defense."

On the top of the stands, Shangguan Jinnan watched the situation on the court in silence. He had been observing Lan Lie's movements throughout the game. He was undoubtedly the best player today. He not only executed every tactic in place, but also contained opponent's attack.There was not much time left on the court to attack. He Wenjing held the ball around the outside line and Yang Hao pressed to defend him step by step. At this time, Zhou Xuesong blocked Yang Hao. He Wenjing took the opportunity to enter but was immediately stopped by Lan Lie. Akira made a passing motion but suddenly shot a mid-range shot!

"Oops!" Unexpectedly, Lan Lie turned around and his mind went blank. The basketball parabolic flew towards the basket and hit the left basket. The basketball reached out, and Chen Chaohai was a step too slow to keep up with his movements!
"Oops!" The scene that Ling Lan least wanted to see was about to happen. At this moment, Chen Chaohai had made four fouls and couldn't make a move. Wu Yi almost perfectly grabbed the rebound to protect the ball and landed.

"Rebound...we won!"

Wu Yi was covered in sweat and bent over to protect the ball with both hands. At this moment, a surprising scene appeared: four players from Xiangshan Middle School, Chen Chaohai, Ye Fan, Lan Lie and Cheng Wu blocked him at the same time and at the same time. ...

"Damn!!" There was a burst of shouting from the stands. At an unprecedented moment, the four defenders of Xiangshan Middle School blocked the tall center at the same time. In the scorching furnace... the sight was covered by dark figures in all directions. Suddenly, a hand struck and held down the basketball overwhelmingly. Immediately, someone else grabbed the ball. The people watching this scene were thrilled, and the referee panicked. Zhong hurriedly blew his whistle to signal stop.

"Fight... for the ball!" The referee blew his whistle in a panic, and the audience was in an uproar!Ling Lan stared at the referee dumbfounded and asked, "Who...who is fighting for the ball..."

The people under the basket were stopped by the whistle, and Wu Yi gasped for breath and was still in shock. Even a burly man like him didn't dare to recall the oppression of being surrounded by four people at the same time just now. The referee didn't immediately signal for the ball after blowing the whistle Instead, they ran to the sideline workbench and asked for a replay of the video to judge the scrambler. The atmosphere in the Nanhe Center exploded, and the audience was discussing fiercely.

"It's amazing..." Qin Qing looked at the court and said, "Everyone on the defense thinks about the same thing. This invisible belief is awe-inspiring..."

Shangguan Jinnan nodded in agreement and said, "It would be great if they will be the opponents in the finals of the southern region this year."

With 52 seconds left before the end of the game, the referee was checking the video of the game on the work bench to judge who was fighting for the ball with Wu Yi. Linglan was anxious at this time, because no matter whether it was any one of the four players, he was going to fight Wu Yi, who was 198 centimeters tall. There was no advantage in scrambling for the ball... The team members stood alone on the court waiting for the result. Thinking of this, Ling Lan gritted her teeth and walked towards the work bench.

"Slow down...it's hard to see..." The venue staff was checking the video, and the picture was scrolling frame by frame. At this moment, Suzuran stepped aside and summoned up her courage and said, "Referee, I request to check the video together."

Listening to Ling Lan's words, the staff froze for a moment. The referee looked at the time and moved to the side to express his permission. Ling Lan hurriedly stepped forward and leaned over to watch the video carefully.

"What is Sister Hua doing?" Li Ying sat on the seat and her heart was pounding. Ouyang Yuchen shook her head and said, "It's really resigned to fate at this time. Fortunately, the goal just now hasn't been scored... Sigh, it's been a long time." Contest."

Ling Lan carefully observed the game video replayed by the staff, and her mind was spinning rapidly. After the staff finished playing it again, she came up with the answer, "It was the red team No. 7 who came across it first, um, I got it." The referee nodded Signaled and then turned back... Ling Lan was startled: It's Cheng Wu!
"Oops! Cheng Wu's words have no chance of competing with Wu Yi..." Ling Lan turned around and stared blankly at the referee, her heart burning, she closed her eyes and desperately grabbed her long hair and muttered, "There must be something else Quickly think about the method!!"

The referee went to the middle of the court and blew his whistle, then he reached out his hand to signal Cheng Wu and said, "Red team 7..."

"Wait a moment!!!"

Just when everyone was about to scramble for the ball, Ling Lan on the sidelines yelled loudly, the referee stopped the movements in his hands and asked why, Ling Lan stood still and said, "I beg to watch the video again, please!"

Everyone on the court looked at each other in puzzlement, and the audience in the stands also looked ignorant. When the referee stood hesitantly, He Wenjing looked at Ling Lan and said, "You are deliberately delaying the game time and letting your players rest. .”

"I didn't!" Suzuran denied it categorically, then stepped forward and said with a deep bow, "Please let me watch the video of the game just now again! Please!"

"You're just procrastinating..." He Wenjing stretched out his hand to accuse Ling Lan and Wu Yi stopped him and shook his head. The referee walked to the sideline with a basketball in his hand and signaled the staff to play back the video. Ling Lan nodded gratefully and stood in front of the table, He began to carefully observe every detail: He Wenjing made a mid-range shot, the rebound was first grabbed by Wu Yi, and then four defensive players surrounded Wu Yi to grab the ball at the same time...Ling Lan's eyes glowed with hope and shouted: "Please step back 1 Second!"

The staff reversed the video for some unknown reason, Ling Lan immediately pointed to the computer screen and said, "The referee walked away! I saw him walk away with the ball!"

The people present were shocked, and no one could believe what Ling Lan said. The referee signaled to play it back again suspiciously. Wu Yi jumped up to grab the rebound and then landed. His feet first stood firm, then his left foot moved back, and then his right foot The referee also moved back... The referee was dumb for a while, and Linglan seemed to see hope and waited quietly for the result. After a few seconds, the referee returned to the court and blew his whistle with both hands clenched into fists and rollers to signal: "No. 7 of the blue team, take the ball away." Step, the red team has the ball!"

(End of this chapter)