very.

The point difference returned to double digits again.

"hateful."

Tang Qian said after listening to Jonas's words.

"Tang Qian, what should we do next?" Xu Ziyang and Ma Wu asked Tang Qian in the penalty area.

"The U.S. team's breakthrough has become crazy. It seems they want me to be sent off as soon as possible!" Tang Qian silently recorded the number of fouls he committed, three fouls. Although the time has reached the middle of the fourth quarter, there are still some fouls.

Possibility of being sent off because FIBA ​​games implement a "five-offense graduation" system.

Only two chances to foul?

Tang Qian thought to himself and said to Xu Ziyang and Ma Wu: "Shrink your defense. The American team's outside basket is not as accurate as the European countries."

"Okay, that's all." Xu Ziyang and Ma Wu nodded.

Both of them also know how important Tang Qian is to the Chinese team. Without him, to put it more exaggeratedly, they might be completely defeated by the opponent in a few minutes, ending the suspense of the game.

Fortunately, there is no three-second defense under FIBA ​​rules, so the collective use of shrinking defense can indeed curb the strong momentum of the American team.

But soon, everyone discovered that they still underestimated the American team.

Because even if the Chinese team adopts the method of shrinking the inside line, the American team can still rush into the inside line again and again, posing a threat to Tang Qian.

Beep beep beep~~~

"I, I, I made a foul!" Ma Wu immediately raised his hand to indicate when he saw the referee blowing the whistle.

"It was a close call. Fortunately, the referee counted the foul on me this time, otherwise I would have been in trouble." Ma Wu stood in the three-second zone and said to Tang Qian.

It is indeed troublesome.

Tang Qian saw it.

Team USA is about to start.

At this moment, if the U.S. team can successfully start and beat the Chinese team to a small climax, then the game may end early.

You must definitely contain the opponent!

Tang Qian said in his heart.

"Brush, brush."

The American team made two free throws, and the score between the two sides increased to 12 points.

"I'll get on the line later and set a pick-and-roll for you. When you get the chance, shoot a three-pointer." Tang Qian said to Xu Ziyang while running.

"Three-pointers?" Xu Ziyang was slightly stunned and asked: "There is still time, is it too early to shoot a three-pointer?"

"Early? Not too early." Tang Qian shook his head and replied: "The American team is going to score desperately and widen the point difference. If we don't take action, the game will be taken away in just one or two waves."

"Is it that serious?" Xu Ziyang looked at Tang Qian and asked.

"I'm afraid it won't stop." Tang Qian whispered.

The Chinese team had the ball, and Tang Qian continued to be pestered by Nonu and Johnson. To be honest, it felt really bad to be squeezed back and forth by two muscular men, but now Tang Qian didn't care.

Not so much anymore.

We must narrow the score difference!

After Xu Ziyang dribbled the ball and approached the U.S. team's three-point line, Tang Qian suddenly stepped on his right foot, as if he was trying to force his way into the paint. Both Nonu and Johnson subconsciously moved back.

Well, now!

Seizing the opportunity for Nonu and Johnson to retreat, Tang Qian kicked off his left foot and unexpectedly ran towards the outside.

What is he going to do? A center going to the outside? Can he still shoot three-pointers?

Immediately, Tang Qian gave the answer.

"Walk."

Hearing Tang Qian's voice, Xu Ziyang did not hesitate, accelerated, and began to break through sideways.

Idiot, with your dribbling speed, you still want to beat me, Jonas? It's so funny!

Jonas, the point guard of the US team guarding Xu Ziyang, thought.

Then.

With a "bang", Jonas stopped laughing because he was interrupted in following Xu Ziyang.

Because he hit a wall.

"Fuck.k! Pick and roll!!!"

Jonas has played basketball for so many years, so he naturally knows what this means.

Since his attention was focused on Xu Ziyang who was making a breakthrough, he neglected Tang Qian who suddenly appeared.

He didn't notice.

Tang Qian relied on his body to block Jonas, and at the same time shouted: "Don't hesitate, shoot quickly!"

Xu Ziyang made a three-pointer from the top of the arc for the US team.

Brush~~~

Basketball hollow center pocket.

The point difference between the two teams narrowed to nine points.

But turning around, the American team used the fast break they are good at to give the Chinese team a shot.

The score difference jumped to eleven points again.

"Damn, how can this small forward be so accurate?" Guo Xiaopeng, who was guarding Domingo, said bitterly.

"It's okay, keep hitting three-pointers." Tang Qian's expression remained unchanged and he said in a deep voice.

"Continue to hit three-pointers? What if I miss?" Guo Xiaopeng said.

His worry is not unreasonable. Even the most accurate three-point shooter can't hit more than 50%. What's more, none of the Chinese players on the court are particularly accurate at all. If the shot fails,

If the opponent counterattacks again, it will be five points inside and outside.

"It doesn't matter if you miss." Tang Qian said.

"No, it doesn't matter?" Guo Xiaopeng said in surprise: "Why?"

"Because I can handle it." Tang Qian said clearly.

Scratch! Another pick-and-roll???

Seeing Tang Qian blocking him again, Jonas couldn't help but shout loudly: "Nonu, Johnson, what are you two doing in a daze? Why don't you go over to make up for the defense???"

Nonu and Johnson both pounced out, very fast. It has to be said that the speed and bounce of the insiders produced in the United States are very good. At least from the perspective of the Chinese team, the speed of this kind of defense is no longer faster than ordinary ones.

How much slower is the front line?

Xu Ziyang made another three-pointer.

when!

The iron is struck.

Because of Nonu and Johnson's timely defense, Xu Ziyang's shot was somewhat affected.

Okay, the ball didn't go in, you're done this time!

Jonas said with joy in his heart.

But in an instant, his mood changed.

An athlete wearing the uniform of the Chinese team, at some point, had already taken off from the inside of the US team and picked off the basketball that Xu Ziyang failed to make with both hands.

"Oops! Quick, go and defend!" Jonas shouted.

"Chinese boy, don't even think about taking action!" Domingo shouted loudly as he came over to defend.

Tang Qian bent his knees slightly, and after Domingo had completely rushed into the paint, he flicked his backhand and passed the orange basketball out.

The target position is none other than Domingo's original defender, Guo Xiaopeng.

"Take action." Tang Qian said immediately when he saw Guo Xiaopeng catching the ball.

Guo Xiaopeng didn't hesitate, making a jumper from the corner and a three-pointer!

brush!

Three points into the net!

Eight points left!

However, the American team is not easy to bully. Seeing Guo Xiaopeng's three-pointer, Domingo, who is also a small forward, immediately retaliated and scored a goal on the former's head.

very!

"It's okay, let's continue shooting three-pointers." Tang Qian glanced at the scoreboard and said.
To be continued...