Chapter 429 The Last Attack

The first line of defense was broken, and Shuiyun No.1 Middle School did not mess up because of this. After it was easy to get off the field, Wu Fengtao, who had greatly reduced defensive pressure, made up for it in time. As soon as Su Mo accelerated, he already stood in front of Su Mo.

If it is just in the opening stage, Su Mo may be able to change to the second time and then leave Wu Fengtao behind, but after all, the game has reached the final stage, and Su Mo, who has not rested for a minute, is already the end of the crossbow. Whether it is energy or physical strength, it is close to the extreme. Limit, it is impossible to break through Wu Fengtao's attack basket.

The replacement criminal who appeared against Wu Fengtao after graduation is No. 12 Zhang Qun, a substitute small striker of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, who is tall and thin. The members of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School are basically carved out of the same mold. Whether they are outside or inside players, they can be described as Yushu Linfeng. Because the team has full of physical vitality and vitality, Zhang Qun rarely gets the opportunity to play, but this does not mean that Zhang Qun is a useless bench player. It is not to blame him for his ability to have few opportunities to play. It can only be blamed that Yi Li's ability is too strong. .

After Wu Fengtao made up for the defense in time, Su Mo had no chance to score by himself. He subconsciously shook his hand and made a diagonal pass. The basketball brushed Wu Fengtao's shoulder and flew to the weak Zhang Qun's hand. At this time, Su Mo's solid basketball basic skills also played a role, although his pass was temporary, and he also shot was also very Random, but Zhang Qun was completely unprepared, and the basketball still fell firmly in his hands.

"I voted!"

Zhang Qun has just entered the field and obviously has not adapted to the rhythm and atmosphere on the court. He was a little stunned after receiving the ball. Seeing that Shuiyun No.1's defensive rotation immediately followed him again, he roared in his already hoarse voice. The broken gong-like unpleasant sound came into Zhang Qun's ears and hit a thrill. Zhang Qun didn't care about aiming at the basket. He raised his hand and shot a half-shot.

Su Mo's pass was a subconscious act. Zhang Qun's shot was also subconscious, but such a roadless attack has achieved the effect of another village, because Zhang Qun's shot!

scored the goal. When there were only 32 seconds left before the end of the game, there was a passive substitution in Nanjing Jiuzhong. Zhang Qun, who went to the battle because of Yi Li's graduation, became a strange soldier in this game. Maybe he only played for one minute in this game, or maybe he only shot a basket once in this game. But it is likely that this shot will change the victory or defeat of the game and the fate of the two teams!

His eyes were dull and his expression was frozen to see the basketball into the basket, but he did not realize how much impact his shooting would have on the game.

"Good job!" Zhang Qun's reaction was a little slower, but Su Mo, who had always been nervous, was very clear about the great value of this goal. He rushed forward crazily and hugged Zhang Qun's head and kissed him. He was really excited and excited. No matter which team, the difficulty of this game is unprecedented. Su Mo is indeed a beautiful man, but at this moment, he is as happy as a fallen man who won a huge prize.

Wang Qiang, Peng Hui, and Wang Yadong all surged up behind Su Mo. The five of them huddled together, as if they had put the victory of the game in their pockets.

"My!"

"My!"

Yan Lingfeng and Wu Fengtao raised their hands at the same time, and their faces were full of self-reproach. If Yan Lingfeng did not lose his defensive position and was broken through by Su Mo, then Wu Fengtao would not lose his defensive object and come forward to make up for the defense, and Zhang Qun would not get a chance to shoot in the vacancy. Compared with the ecstasy of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School, the faces of the team members of Shuiyun No. 1 Middle School are full of clouds. Although they laugh and laugh for less than ten years, at this time, even if they know that they will reduce their lives by ten years, I'm afraid they can't laugh. There are only more than 30 seconds left in the game. For them, there is no chance of winning, but the probability is much less than that of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School.

Xu Jianye asked the referee for a timeout at the first time. In fact, as a coach, his pressure was the greatest. Xu Jianye stood on the sidelines and waited for the players to end.

covering his left hand, Yan Lingfeng bit his lips with a pale face and walked out. He sat on a chair. His forehead sweated coldly. His lips had been bitten, and blood slowly flowed out along the corners of his mouth, which showed how serious the stab wound just now was.

Team doctor Liu knelt in front of Yan Lingfeng and slowly took away his right hand, "Ah" exclaimed, and he closed his eyes a little unbearably.

The back of Yan Lingfeng's left hand has swollen into a steamed bread, and his middle finger, index finger and ring finger are more like three carrots.

"Does it hurt?" Team Liu's doctor gently rubbed Yan Lingfeng's index finger. In fact, he was just talking nonsense and was swollen like this. Maybe it doesn't hurt?

"It's okay!" Yan Lingfeng, who squeezed his lips tightly, almost squeezed two words from between his teeth.

"Can you still play?" Xu Jianye is also very concerned about Yan Lingfeng's injury. After all, whether Yan Lingfeng can continue to play will fundamentally affect his next platoon.

"That's terrible!" Liu's doctor shook his head, took out the gauze from the medicine box to wrap Yan Lingfeng, and sighed solemnly and said, "I don't recommend him to continue the game, and I'm afraid he can't continue to insist at all..."

"I can fight!" Yan Lingfeng bit his lip and said without a doubt. His left hand was injured, and he still had his right hand. As long as he could stand up, he would not retreat at this time.

"No!" Team Liu continued to shake his head, "You should go to the hospital for further examination as soon as possible. I estimate that at least two of your three fingers have been fractured..."

"When the game is over!" Yan Lingfeng stubbornly refused, "Coach, time is tight, you can arrange tactics..."

Xu Jianye took a deep look at Yan Lingfeng, and then nodded as if he had made up his mind. "Well, listen to me, there are still 33 seconds before the end of the game. Normally, we and our opponents have one chance to attack, but if we grab a goal, we will have two Opportunity, but I have considered that the risk of doing so and the proportion of input and output are very cost-effective. So don't worry about the next attack and try to compress the time, but the most important thing is that we must score this goal! If we get in, we still have a chance to win. If you don't enter, the only way to go home is waiting for us!"

Speaking of this, Xu Jianye picked up the tactical board in his hand and outlined a complete set of tactics in detail. Yan Lingfeng's injury brought great difficulties to his platoon. After all, Yan Lingfeng's role in the team is far more than the simple as attacking the city and pulling out of the fortress first. .

The pause time is coming soon, and Xu Jianye is still tirelessly telling his players, "Don't worry, don't worry. If there is no chance, we will create opportunities. Believe me, as long as we are patient enough, then we can definitely send the ball into the basket!"

Including Yan Lingfeng, five members of Shuiyun No.1 gathered shoulder to shoulder before they appeared and shouted their slogans again: "

For honor!"

"Sweat!"

"For victory!"

"Blood on the field!!!"

In the powerful shouts, the five teenagers slowly stepped on the field with heavy but firm steps. This time, they only allow success and not failure. This time, they can't turn back and can only move forward. This time, they have the confidence to win and die.

Either you die or I die!

This may be a little cruel, but it is true for the players of the two teams. For the basketball team, it is not life and death, but it is higher than life and death. Losing this game will definitely be more difficult for them than death.

At the bottom line, Wu Fengtao gently dialed the ball and handed it to Bi Xiangyang.

After the emergency treatment of the team doctor, Yan Lingfeng's left three fingers have been wrapped with thick bandages and tightly wrapped together. Whether it is dribbling or shooting, it will certainly have a great impact. Therefore, in Xu Jianye's tactical deployment, Yan Lingfeng played a more role in attracting defense in this attack.

When the ball reached the front court, Bi Xiangyang was not in a hurry to launch an attack, but patiently stood in front of the middle line to stop the ball and wait for the best offensive time, while also waiting for the opportunity to give his opponent a fatal blow.

There were only ten seconds left in the attack time. Yan Lingfeng, who had been wandering outside the three-point line, suddenly started running towards Bi Xiangyang. Su Mo, who followed him to defend, did not dare to be careless. Even if Yan Lingfeng's left hand was actually disabled, he still did not dare to take it lightly. Yan Lingfeng's painful lesson to them was so profound that Su Mo's heart had vaguely had the idea of "being bitten by a snake for ten years.

Bi Xiangyang shook, but did not pass the ball to Yan Lingfeng, but gave it to Wu Fengtao, who almost started at the same time as Yan Lingfeng on the other side.

Zhang Qun, who had just made great achievements, has now realized that he has made great achievements. As a hero, he has made him follow Wu Fengtao step by step. Wu Fengtao did not move, and he did not move; Wu Fengtao moved, and he also flew away; but when Wu Fengtao stopped again, he couldn't stop the car.

Wu Fengtao's start was very suddenly, and the stop was also very sudden. After all, Zhang Qun was inexperienced and did not leave any backhands at all. When Wu Fengtao received the ball and turned around, he could not overcome the role of inertia. While passing Wu Fengtao, his face was as if he had lost his favorite baby.

There was no defense around him. Wu Fengtao rushed into the hinterland of the penalty area of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School with the ball very easily. There was another sudden stop shot near the free throw line. After rebounding from the board, he steadily fell into the basket.

77:77!

15 seconds before the end of the game, the two teams tied again.

The weak defense line of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School was even more like paper. The tactics arranged by Xu Jianye were not even used. Wu Fengtao had already easily scored and pulled the two teams to the same starting line again.

Su Mo immediately requested a suspension. Up to now, every opportunity to attack is extremely valuable. At this time, wasting opportunities is equivalent to a waste of money, but still a large amount of money.

15 seconds, the last attack. All the fans have stood up. On the basketball court, the most exciting thing is the slam dunk, but the most anticipated thing is undoubtedly the final shot!