The score was suddenly pulled to single digits, and Arizona hurriedly requested a timeout.
They must stabilize their mentality and suppress Gonzaga's morale.
Arizona head coach Jim Roseborough roared at his players like an enraged lion: "Are you sleepwalking? I don't think you want to win this game at all. You look like a tough guy to me."
It’s like having a penis that doesn’t get up.”
He turned to Arenas and cursed: "Albert, your defense is too bad. Their other players have no strength to compete with us, but you can't even guard the opponent's No. 10. He is in front of you."
It's like entering a deserted land, passing you is as easy as crossing the road in the early morning."
Arenas lowered his head.
"Is it useful to lower your head? How could you let No. 10 shoot so easily in front of you? He is still an injured player. If he was not injured, should we just admit defeat and go home? I am ashamed of you!"
When Arenas came on the court again, his eyes were filled with murderous intent and his eyes were red: "Lu Yu, I won't let you score easily in front of me again!"
Arenas accelerated towards the baseline. Lu Yu was injured in his right hand and did not dare to compete too much. He could only let Arenas pass when he saw a good situation. Arenas faced the interference of Casey Green and scored the ball with a throw.
Lu Yu had to admit that Arenas's scoring ability is indeed very strong.
It was Gonzaga's turn to attack. Lu Yu's right hand was not convenient, so the ball would not be in his hands for too long. It was more about other players quickly passing the ball to try to tear apart Arizona's defense.
Soon there was an opening for Lu Yu. After receiving the ball, he rushed in from the left side. Arenas was caught off guard and Lu Yusheng rushed out of the way.
"Don't even think about shooting!"
Loren Woods stepped in. His height of 2.16 meters and long wingspan allowed him to interfere with Lu Yu's shooting.
Lu Yu had a smile on his face.
His left hand retrieved the ball behind his back, and Woods' heart tightened. Was he going to make another elbow pass?
Unfortunately, his judgment was wrong. Lu Yu just passed the ball from behind this time, and the basketball flew diagonally from his back and passed Woods' defense.
Casey Green, who had already understood it, took a step back to receive the ball and then dunked hard.
As soon as Lu Yu stopped, he heard the "bang" of the basket, and then saw Casey Green dangling arrogantly on the basket.
42:34
The score difference reached eight points again. In the next few rounds, both sides went back and forth, and the score quickly soared.
Gonzaga University played better and better under Lu Yu's organization, and they clung to the score. However, everyone knew that the injury on Lu Yu's hand was a potential danger, and finally the danger appeared.
"drop!"
The referee's whistle sounded and Arenas's thug committed a foul. Lu Yu hugged the right hand that Arenas had severely hit and squatted on the floor in pain for a long time, unable to straighten his back.
Teammates gathered around to ask about the situation.
Mark Foyou complained to the referee: "He committed a deliberate foul. Lu Yu dribbled the ball with his left hand for a layup, but he hit Lu Yu's right hand. This should give him a technical foul."
He kept chattering on the sidelines, and the referee was annoyed by his shouting. He refrained from giving him a technical foul and just explained to him impatiently: "Basketball confrontation is a normal thing, and it is just a thug. You clearly know that your players have
He's injured, so why let him play? Can I tell the players on the court that I can't foul him because he's injured?"
"..." Mark Foyo was speechless.
He knew that what the referee said was fine, but that he was too selfish. In fact, he also wanted to win this game, otherwise he would not have agreed to Lu Yu's request, and he also wanted to make a colorful mark in his coaching career.
Isn’t it a pen?
The guilt in Mark Foyou's heart kept rising, and he shouted to the court: "Lu Yu, come down, it doesn't matter if you lose this game, the worst I can do is come back next year!"
What he said was that I would come back next year, not us.
Because he knew that Lu Yu would participate in the draft this year.
Lu Yu, who was squatting on the ground, raised his head and did not speak. He just shook his head slightly. Mark Foyou saw a kind of persistence and a kind of faith in Lu Yu's eyes.
In an instant, he knew that Lu Yu would not listen to him this time.
Mark Foyou let out a long sigh and did not apply to the technical desk for a substitution. He just returned to the bench and sat down heavily. He didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong, but he understood that if he replaced Lu Yu, he might not be able to do it in the future.
Lu Yu will be resented for a long, long time.
The referee walked up to Lu Yu and asked: "How is it? Can we still fight? Do we need to make a substitution?"
Lu Yu waved his hands, stood up and jumped a few times to indicate that he was fine.
The Gonzaga fans who had been worried finally let go of their worries. They began to boo Arenas loudly. They didn't quiet down until Lu Yu walked to the free throw line.
Lu Yu stood firmly on the free throw line, with the camera pointed at him. Everyone on the big screen could see Lu Yu's pale face and his still trembling right hand.
No one spoke, even the commentator Doug Collins, who had been teasing Lu Yu, fell silent.
They just stared at Lu Yu silently. In addition to shock, they also had an indescribable feeling in their hearts. It might be moved or it might be respect. Everyone felt Lu Yu's determination to win.
Lu Yu's free throw was still a left-handed shot, but as soon as the ball was released, the audience found that the force was less, and it was another three-pointer. If in normal times, there were players who could make three-pointer free throws, they would definitely be laughed to death, but there was no one at the scene.
People can laugh.
The referee threw the ball to Lu Yu and signaled for the second penalty.
Lu Yu took a deep breath. This time he didn't use his right hand to support it. He just held the basketball with his left hand and flicked the ball with his fingertips. The basketball flew into the basket.
67:60
There was only a seven-point difference.
All the fans in the audience stood up and applauded Lu Yuneng for making the free throw. Not only the Gonzaga fans, but also the Arizona fans also stood up.
At this moment, they are not opposing fans.
At this moment, they all sincerely supported Lu Yu.
At this moment, Lu Yu is their basketball god.
Lu Yu endured the pain and ran back. His right hand was still trembling, but he didn't pay attention. At this moment, he only had two words in his mind, "defense"!
Bill Cartwright, the guest commentator invited for this game, quietly clenched his fists.
He didn’t know if Doug Collins, who was sitting next to him, would persuade Michael to select Lu Yu in the draft, but he would definitely go back and tell Bulls head coach Tim Floyd that no matter what, he must
Lu Yu chose.
He saw the shadow of his former teammate Michael Jordan in Lu Yu.
No, maybe not a shadow.
Lu Yu and Michael Jordan are the same people. Nothing can knock them down. In order to win, they will always stand on the court.
The timer is bright red with the last three minutes and forty seconds left.
