Nba: Most Talented

Under the hint of Yang Xu, the players quickly adjusted their tactics and evened the score.

All the people in the stands opened their eyes wide and stood up, wanting to witness this last moment.

The fans of both sides who were still in the scolding battle before seemed to have forgotten what happened before.

Yang Xu gritted his teeth secretly, as long as he gets one more point, he can win the game, the time is coming, this point is crucial for the team.

Just as he was thinking this way, the opposing team scored a point, and Yang Xu felt as if he was shaken immediately.

Seeing that it is almost here, it is not a matter of one point, but a point that can knock down the opponent mentally.

"Don't worry, hold on." Yang Xu shouted, "One more point."

Just as Yang Xu thought, this ball mentally created a negative mentality for the players.

Time is running out, and they must be motivated and cheered up.

Yang Xu looked at Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo immediately understood his intention and shouted to the fans, let's cheer for them together, shall we?"

The fans were enthusiastic, waved the mineral water bottles in their hands, knocked them loudly, and opened their mouths wide to give encouragement.

The opposing manager cast a look of contempt at Yang Xu, as if this match was a sure win.

The atmosphere at the scene was mobilized, and the players on the field regained their motivation.

"Steady, and then score a new goal." Dahui raised a finger.

In the eyes of the opposing players, this move is undoubtedly naive. Time is passing by, and as the game is about to end, they may not have this opportunity.

As long as they hold to prevent the opponent from scoring, and hold on for a while, they will win.

With only one point difference, if they lost like this, it would be too embarrassing for the players on Yang Xu's side.

"Admit defeat, don't do unnecessary struggle." The opponent's players despised them.

Dahui, who originally wanted to fight hard, heard this, raised his fist at the opponent, and shouted loudly, "We will not lose." As if declaring his spirit of winning.

"Yes, we will not lose." The team members responded one after another.

"It's useless to shout slogans."

Seeing that everyone's enthusiasm has been mobilized, Yang Xu is very pleased, but at the same time, he does not want the players to be too stressed.

Everyone listen, try your best to fight. "

The players have already thrown themselves into the tense ball grabbing.

Everyone is very nervous, there is no time, whether they can make this goal at the last moment is what all of them are looking forward to.

In the midst of all eyes, Yang Xu's players grabbed the ball.

At this moment, the ball touched everyone's heart, even the opponent's manager stood up and stared at the ball tightly, as if using his own thoughts to keep the ball from scoring.

Yang Xu's eyes followed the ball tightly, hoping that the players could layup immediately, because they really ran out of time.

At the last moment, of course, the opposing player will not let them layup easily, and someone will immediately intercept the dog. (of promise)

What worried Yang Xu was that "it was the inexperienced Qi Gao who grabbed the ball.

Qi Lei is a temporary saver. Although he has no actual combat experience, he is good at cooperating and passing the ball well. As long as he grabs the ball, he can make timely judgments on who should pass it to.

Two opposing players came to outflank him, making it difficult for him to pass the ball.

".||Fighting." Qi Lei yelled loudly, as if yelling angrily, at this moment he was also extremely nervous. .