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Then the referee came up and started tossing the coin. We got possession of the ball, and A Fei walked to the sideline to initiate the throw-in. After I received the ball, I dribbled quickly to the top of the arc and jumped for a three-pointer, but missed. The opposing team grabbed the rebound and passed it directly to another player on the perimeter. I was so confused that I couldn't tell which one was the older brother and which one was the younger brother. After receiving the ball, another player stepped back to the corner and made a back pass to a third player who cut in. The latter went for a layup, and A Fei jumped high in front, but unexpectedly, another player from the opposing team also jumped beside A Fei for an aerial screen. The player with the ball took a shot and scored. 0-0, we fell behind right at the start. The three players didn't have numbers on their jerseys, which drove me crazy; I couldn't distinguish between them, it felt like I was seeing clones. After we threw in the ball, I dribbled between my legs to the right wing, then faced my defender and immediately stepped back for a jump shot. Suddenly, I felt someone snatch the ball from behind me. When I landed and turned around, it was like seeing the same person again; I was completely stunned. The other player took a step back and made a three-pointer! 0-5, we hadn't scored yet and were being completely overwhelmed by them.
In the first half, we played fiercely, each of us trying our best to contain our respective opponents. However, their ability to create confusion was really frustrating; they often screened for each other, making it hard to keep track of them. With just five minutes left in the game, we were trailing 14-17. This time we had possession of the ball. Facing their Point Guard, I used my "Lingbo Microstep" to shake him off as I prepared for a layup when suddenly another player appeared in front of me. As Ouyang came over to set a screen, the player I had just shaken off had already successfully returned on defense. I made a back pass to A Fei, who ran to the 45-degree angle on the left wing and took a three-pointer—he made it! 17-17 tied up! After their throw-in, their Point Guard held the ball and began to move laterally in front of me with cross steps. Just as I intended to stick close to him, he suddenly made a behind-the-back pass. The player behind him received it and charged toward the basket against A Fei's defense for a layup off the backboard—19-17. After we threw in again, I held the ball high for Ouyang; he received it at the free-throw line and stepped back for a shot! Uh... there was a little mishap; he slipped slightly and fell awkwardly on his back while the ball rolled out of bounds. Ouyang stood up with his face flushed red; I went over to help him up as he muttered, "Making a fool of myself in such an important game is really embarrassing..." I patted his shoulder reassuringly and indicated that he shouldn't take it too hard; everyone makes mistakes sometimes—just be more careful next time!
After their throw-in, their Point Guard held the ball with his left hand while brushing his curly hair with his right hand. It was clear they were all those types who cared about their appearance—very flamboyant guys. Then facing me, he spun the ball around his waist before I realized it had disappeared; another player on the right wing shot and scored! It turned out he had already passed it out while spinning it around his waist—what a trick! 1-17, we were still trailing. After we threw in again, A Fei walked past me and quietly said, "Defense..." I nodded knowingly; during these few possessions, I had been neglecting my defense—I needed to improve our defensive quality! After receiving the throw-in, I held the ball again and executed my unique skill "Lingbo Microstep," successfully shaking off my defender before stepping back. "Smack!" The sound echoed as my shot was blocked by an opponent; after bouncing off the ground, Ouyang grabbed it but missed his three-pointer! An opposing player secured the rebound and passed it to their Point Guard. Seizing an opportunity, I rushed over for a steal but was still a moment too late—the Point Guard intercepted it and retreated beyond the three-point line before passing it to a forward at the free-throw line. The forward faked out Ouyang before taking a mid-range shot that went in! 1-19; we were now six points behind with just over two minutes left in this half—things were looking dangerous.
After our throw-in, I dared not act recklessly anymore; slowly dribbling past half-court while controlling the ball at the top of the key. Their Point Guard approached me with arms wide open for defense; we stood there facing each other without making any moves as twenty seconds ticked away from our shot clock. It felt like it was time to launch an attack—if this shot went in, our morale would skyrocket instantly; conversely, if we missed it would push us down by eight points closer to disaster—our team's emotions would become extremely tense! No! This shot had to succeed! Suddenly holding onto my ball, I activated "Lingbo Microstep" for a fast break but changed my mind mid-turn and passed it to Ouyang instead. Ouyang didn’t shoot immediately but controlled the ball instead; with only two seconds left on our shot clock after turning around he launched a three-pointer from beyond the arc! Finally made it! 20-23 with two minutes remaining—we had narrowed down our deficit to three points! Ouyang Shangqiang's shooting percentage would be crucial for whether we could win this opening match.
After their throw-in they mimicked us by controlling possession clearly preparing for a sudden attack; we tightened our defense against them as their Point Guard suddenly jumped from long range for a hook shot! What was he thinking?! The ball arced beautifully through the air before swishing through the net! 25-20—I didn’t expect this Point Guard had such accurate shooting skills; this was clearly something only a big Center should do! "Wow..." gasps filled from all around as that guy turned around smiling at us after scoring—I found myself increasingly admiring this Triplet Legion team. With one minute fifty seconds left on the clock we trailed by five points but there remained a glimmer of hope for revival. After our throw-in I organized an attack holding onto possession after stepping beyond free-throw line passing it over to Ouyang who charged toward basket from left wing decisively shooting amidst two defenders’ pressure! The ball bounced twice on top of rim before going through—25-22 with one minute thirty-three seconds remaining—there was still time left!
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