NBA: Starting with Jokic template

Chapter 55: Top Four! Breaking History!
Seeing Parker still working so hard, Lin Chuan was also touched.

If he wants to fight to the last moment, Lin Chuan will also go all out and let the French team die standing!
Lin Chuan held the ball in the interior, and started to back-up against Dio who came over to defend. He dribbled the ball with his right hand, arched it three times in a row, and was one step inside the free throw line. When he saw another player from the French team was about to double-team him, he collected the ball and turned to the left. Halfway through the turn, he pushed off the ground with his left foot, exerted force backwards to lift his leg, and made a one-footed jump shot!

Dio had already jumped to the limit, but facing the center Lin Chuan's turn-around jump shot, his hand was almost one meter away from the ball, and he could only watch the basketball go into the net.

"Defend!"

Seeing Lin Chuan score again in the paint, the French team's head coach stood up anxiously and ran to the sidelines shouting.

Dio was a little helpless. He could only spread his hands to respond to the coach's attitude, complaining in his heart,

"It's not like I don't defend myself, but how can I defend myself... Unless I become Mr. Fantastic..."

"Lin Chuan's fade away is really exaggerated, even more unreasonable than Nowitzki's. His shooting point is higher than Nowitzki's, and his fade away is bigger than his. He is really an offensive kaleidoscope."

Yu Jia couldn't help but shook his head in admiration.

"I can't imagine how desperate Boris Dio must have been when he faced him on the court."

"Yes, Lin Chuan's fadeaway shot was higher than the backboard. Considering the distance of his legs, it can only be said that no one in the world can block this fadeaway shot. The French team can only bet on Lin Chuan's touch."

The French team really had no choice but to do this, because they couldn't defend against Lin Chuan's fadeaway jump shot with normal defense, unless they went around behind him to block it in advance.

But Lin Chuan was not a fool. He knew how to counter the opponent's moves. When he turned around and saw Parker one step away from him, he decisively turned a full circle to the basket, left Dio behind, and made an easy layup.

Lin Chuan's arsenal was so rich that the French team was unable to fight back.

The score gap gradually widened, and finally with three minutes left, the French coach replaced all the main players as they were 18 points behind, and resigned themselves to the defeat in advance.

At the moment when the French team replaced their main players and admitted defeat, some spectators in the audience became emotional.

In the studio, you can also hear a few sounds coming from the scene occasionally.
"Final Four! Final Four!"

"2012. We are going to make history!!!"

Commentator Yu Jia also remained restrained and said with a smile,

"It sounds like the Chinese fans who went to the scene are already excited."

Su Qun nodded and said to Mai in front of him,

"That's right. The semi-finals are just around the corner, and it concerns every Chinese fan. Let's watch the last three minutes and wait and see!"

In the last three minutes, the French substitutes tried hard to catch up.

Sun Yue cut off the ball that was passed to the inside, rushed to the frontcourt and slammed it down to extend the score difference to 20 points, thus killing the French team's final effort.

Parker sat on the sidelines, breathing heavily, his eyes dazed, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Dio, who was full of confidence before the game, held his head in his hands, with only frustration in his eyes.

There was no trace of the calm and composed look he had during the warm-up.

The never-ending game was pure torture for them. There were only two minutes left, but it felt as long as two centuries.

The French team was on pins and needles and felt painful looking at the score on the field.

On the other side, on the Chinese team's bench, except for Lin Chuan, everyone else was getting restless and stood up to stretch their bodies so that they could celebrate later.

"Beep!"

Finally, the final whistle sounded, announcing the end of the game! The French team's torment was finally over, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, no longer having to be beaten by Lin Chuan.

The moment the game ended, the entire Olympic stadium went crazy. A large number of fans stood up and started celebrating, and the entire stadium was plunged into a sea of ​​carnival.

"In order to witness with their own eyes whether the Chinese team can break history, many fans came from far away to watch the game. Finally, they have waited for it! The Chinese team did not disappoint the fans. Today, August 2012, 8, they broke the previous record and made it to the Olympic semi-finals!"

Yu Jia explained passionately, his voice choked with sobs.

"They are the heroes of our Chinese fans!"

On the court, Sun Yue threw the ball into the sky and roared to vent his emotions.

Several people huddled together and hugged each other to celebrate.

Everyone on the bench rushed into the field and hugged their teammates at the moment of the end.

As the primary person who led the team to victory, Lin Chuan was naturally squeezed in the middle again.

"Haha, we can see Lin Chuan being celebrated with everyone again, and he even stretched out his hand so that the camera can spot him better."

In the studio, Su Qun pointed at Lin Chuan's camera and laughed.

“Fuck… It’s too tight, guys. Give me some breathing space. I can’t breathe…”

Lin Chuan stretched out his hands and grabbed around, looking a little helpless.

Yi Jianlian, who was sitting on the sidelines, leaned back in his chair, looking at the people celebrating on the court, and his eyes became red with emotion.

He clapped softly, congratulating each player.

Deng Huade noticed Yi Jianlian out of the corner of his eye, walked up to him and asked with a smile,

"Why, do you want me to help you celebrate with them? This is the first time they've made it to the semi-finals."

Yi Jianlian shook his head and gave a wry smile.
"This is their victory. I didn't play. I feel that I don't deserve to celebrate with them who worked so hard."

"They played such an excellent performance, but I feel more guilty. If I were here, would everyone play more easily and have more expectations?"

Seeing Yi Jianlian suddenly feel a little guilty, Deng Huade patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't blame yourself too much. It's not your fault. No one wants to get hurt."

"At least, this year our team has Lin Chuan, right?"

Having said that, the two of them looked at Lin Chuan, who was surrounded by a crowd in the center of the arena, and his iron-green face.

"Look, young people are still like this. They say they don't care, but when they really make a breakthrough, they are more excited than anyone else. They are so excited that they are short of oxygen."

Deng Huade pointed at Lin Chuan and joked.

Yi Jianlian crossed his arms, stared at the crowd carefully, and said tentatively,

"Coach, he doesn't seem excited... Look, is he reaching out to us for help?"

Deng Huade finally saw what was going on and rushed forward to save Lin Chuan. He was so anxious that he even spoke in his native language.
"Ouch! Let go of Lin Chuan! He's suffocating!"

(End of this chapter)