Volume One: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Volume One: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! Chapter 44: The Gamble

The paint erupted into chaos, but Drew was outnumbered. Noah secured the rebound. He paused, Donovan's words echoing in his mind: "Trust your teammates!" Basketball was, after all, a sport of individual heroics. In an instant, everyone in the St. Louis arena turned to look at him.

"Ronan, are we really going to let them defend us like this?"

He finally understood: that baby-faced kid really could stay hot all game.

Across from the scorer's table, Stevens asked in a low voice, "Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

But then things went wrong. Drew got tangled up with Horford in the paint and couldn't come up to set a screen for Curry.

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

"Opportunity!"

Seeing what was happening, Zhang Yu shouted, "Julian!"

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him. Horford quickly protected the ball, catching sight of Humphrey waiting with his hands ready beyond the three-point line.

Donovan, who had been waiting beside the referee, immediately signaled. He clenched his right fist and pounded it against his left hand, then gave a bitter smile.

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

Horford nodded gravely. The others indicated that they understood, and Donovan drew a deep breath.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

He gathered the ball and started to shoot the three, but Julian Becko wasn't nearly as broad as Drew. Brewer quickly squeezed past the screen and rushed toward Curry.

"Whistle—"

Across from the scorer's table, Stevens asked in a low voice, "Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

He finally understood: that baby-faced kid really could stay hot all game.

Curry got the message and dribbled toward the screen. Brewer was slowed by Julian Becko.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

Horford quickly protected the ball, catching sight of Humphrey waiting with his hands ready beyond the three-point line.

Basketball was, after all, a sport of individual heroics.

On Florida's bench, Donovan picked up the tactics board and sketched out a play, speaking urgently:

Swish!

He looked completely relaxed, as if he were taking shots during an ordinary three-point drill, not attempting a desperate shot in the final moments of an NCAA Sweet Sixteen game. The crushing pressure of tens of thousands of spectators seemed to mean nothing to him.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"We can only gamble."

"Corey, you'll run a pick-and-roll with Al. Al, pop out. Everyone else, keep moving and draw their defenders' attention... Corey, after the screen, drive hard to the basket. If they collapse into the paint, pass to Al... Joakim, set a screen for Taurian. Taurian, cut to the basket and disrupt their defense as much as you can... Al, you decide how we run the final play. Look to pass first; if there's no opening, take it yourself. Got it?"

He gathered the ball and started to shoot the three, but Julian Becko wasn't nearly as broad as Drew. Brewer quickly squeezed past the screen and rushed toward Curry.

As the Florida fans roared all around the arena, Zhang Yu screamed at the top of his lungs, barely making himself heard over the waves of noise.

"Brad, I'm afraid we made the wrong bet."

Horford nodded gravely. The others indicated that they understood, and Donovan drew a deep breath.

"Corey, you'll run a pick-and-roll with Al. Al, pop out. Everyone else, keep moving and draw their defenders' attention... Corey, after the screen, drive hard to the basket. If they collapse into the paint, pass to Al... Joakim, set a screen for Taurian. Taurian, cut to the basket and disrupt their defense as much as you can... Al, you decide how we run the final play. Look to pass first; if there's no opening, take it yourself. Got it?"

The two watched as all the players surged onto the Bulldogs' half of the court. Horford went to the sideline and took the ball from the referee.

Florida's players began moving. Brewer curled around Noah's screen and caught Horford's pass.

"Boys, go make one last stand. Remember, trust your teammates!"

Curry sat on the bench, gasping for breath. He took small sips from his sports drink and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel. At Donovan's words, he nodded firmly.

Humphrey caught Horford's pass and fired a three without hesitation!

Swish!

As the Florida fans roared all around the arena, Zhang Yu screamed at the top of his lungs, barely making himself heard over the waves of noise.

But then things went wrong. Drew got tangled up with Horford in the paint and couldn't come up to set a screen for Curry!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"Whistle—"

Curry caught the ball at midcourt and sprinted up the floor.

Across from the scorer's table, Stevens asked in a low voice:

"Opportunity!"

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Julian!" Zhang Yu shouted when he saw what was happening.

Zhang Yu drew a deep breath:

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

"Ronan, we still have a chance!" Stevens said.

As the two spoke, Mike Green had already inbounded the ball.

But just as Horford bullied Julian Becko into the paint, AJ Graves abandoned Humphrey and came over to help, reaching in from the side.

I'd rather let your role players beat me than give your star a chance.

As the Florida fans roared all around the arena, Zhang Yu screamed at the top of his lungs, barely making himself heard over the waves of noise.

Boom!

"We can only gamble."

Swish!

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

"You noticed, right? Stephen's running out of gas." Zhang Yu's expression was grave. "In a one-on-one, he might not be able to shake Brewer. There'll definitely be a split-second opening when the screen comes. That's our last chance."

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Florida's players began moving. Brewer curled around Noah's screen and caught Horford's pass.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

The two watched as all the players surged onto the Bulldogs' half of the court. Horford went to the sideline and took the ball from the referee.

Horford no longer hesitated. He swung the ball to Humphrey.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

Florida's players began moving. Brewer curled around Noah's screen and caught Horford's pass.

He gathered the ball and started to shoot the three, but Julian Becko wasn't nearly as broad as Drew. Brewer quickly squeezed past the screen and rushed toward Curry.

He had clenched his right fist and pounded it against his left hand, then given a bitter smile.

His body paused for a moment, Donovan's words echoing in his mind: "Trust your teammates!"

"Whistle—"

Horford quickly protected the ball, catching sight of Humphrey waiting with his hands ready beyond the three-point line.

Horford inbounded the ball, then immediately went to set a screen for Brewer. Florida was down two and had to find a way to score first.

As the two spoke, Mike Green had already inbounded the ball.

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered for a moment. He could see that Curry was nearly at his limit, but he had no other choice. He could only rely on Curry:

Boom!

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

They'd been waiting by the referee. Donovan immediately signaled.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

Curry got the message and dribbled toward the screen. Brewer was slowed by Julian Becko.

Curry caught the ball at midcourt and sprinted up the floor.

At the most crucial moment, Donovan made the same choice as Zhang Yu.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

Florida abandoned the one-on-one defense at the last moment and chose to double-team!

Brewer had no room to drive, so he quickly passed the ball back to Horford as Donovan had instructed.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Horford nodded gravely. The others indicated that they understood, and Donovan drew a deep breath.

Zhang Yu drew a deep breath:

Julian Becko hurried to the top of the key to set a screen for Curry.

I'd rather let your role players beat me than give your star a chance.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

Basketball was, after all, a sport of individual heroics.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

But after gliding through the air, the ball dropped into the net, like every spectacular shot in history!

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

Florida abandoned the one-on-one defense at the last moment and chose to double-team!

Zhang Yu drew a deep breath:

Julian Becko hurried to the top of the key to set a screen for Curry.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

Basketball was, after all, a sport of individual heroics.

Horford nodded gravely. The others indicated that they understood, and Donovan drew a deep breath:

Zhang Yu drew a deep breath:

Julian Becko hurried to the top of the key to set a screen for Curry.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

Florida's players began moving. Brewer curled around Noah's screen and caught Horford's pass.

Horford inbounded the ball, then immediately went to set a screen for Brewer. Florida was down two and had to find a way to score first.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Curry sat on the bench, gasping for breath. He took small sips from his sports drink and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel. At Donovan's words, he nodded firmly.

Donovan had watched Curry's shooting display all game, and at last he'd begun to waver.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

As the two spoke, Mike Green had already inbounded the ball.

Horford quickly protected the ball, catching sight of Humphrey waiting with his hands ready beyond the three-point line.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

He gathered the ball and started to shoot the three, but Julian Becko wasn't nearly as broad as Drew. Brewer quickly squeezed past the screen and rushed toward Curry.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

Curry caught the ball at midcourt and sprinted up the floor.

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Stevens said:

Stevens said:

Basketball was, after all, a sport of individual heroics.

But after gliding through the air, the ball dropped into the net, like every spectacular shot in history!

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

As the two spoke, Mike Green had already inbounded the ball.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

His body paused for a moment, Donovan's words echoing in his mind: "Trust your teammates!"

Horford quickly protected the ball, catching sight of Humphrey waiting with his hands ready beyond the three-point line.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered for a moment. He could see that Curry was nearly at his limit, but he had no other choice. He could only rely on Curry:

75–76. Florida had taken the lead with six seconds left!

His expression was completely relaxed, as if he were taking shots during an ordinary three-point drill, not attempting a desperate shot in the final moments of an NCAA Sweet Sixteen game. The crushing pressure of tens of thousands of spectators seemed to mean nothing to him.

Horford held the ball high above his head at the top of the key, watching his teammates move. Under Zhang Yu's instructions, the Bulldogs' defense was airtight, leaving no Florida player open for a shot.

Boom!

Across from the scorer's table, Stevens asked in a low voice:

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered for a moment. He could see that Curry was nearly at his limit, but he had no other choice. He could only rely on Curry:

He went over and patted each player coming off the court on the shoulder, encouraging them.

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

But then things went wrong. Drew got tangled up with Horford in the paint and couldn't come up to set a screen for Curry!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

Florida's players began moving. Brewer curled around Noah's screen and caught Horford's pass.

Horford inbounded the ball, then immediately went to set a screen for Brewer. Florida was down two and had to find a way to score first.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

"We've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Donovan had watched Curry's shooting display all game, and at last he'd begun to waver.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

As the two spoke, Mike Green had already inbounded the ball.

Horford quickly protected the ball, catching sight of Humphrey waiting with his hands ready beyond the three-point line.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

He gathered the ball and started to shoot the three, but Julian Becko wasn't nearly as broad as Drew. Brewer quickly squeezed past the screen and rushed toward Curry.

"You noticed, right? Stephen's running out of gas." Zhang Yu's expression was grave. "In a one-on-one, he might not be able to shake Brewer. There'll definitely be a split-second opening when the screen comes. That's our last chance."

The Florida players began moving. Brewer curled around Noah's screen and caught Horford's pass.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

Horford held the ball high above his head at the top of the key, watching his teammates move. Under Zhang Yu's instructions, the Bulldogs' defense was airtight, leaving no Florida player open for a shot.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

Curry caught the ball at midcourt and sprinted up the floor.

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Stevens said:

Stevens said:

Basketball was, after all, a sport of individual heroics.

But after gliding through the air, the ball dropped into the net, like every spectacular shot in history!

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

As the two spoke, Mike Green had already inbounded the ball.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

His expression was completely relaxed, as if he were taking shots during an ordinary three-point drill, not attempting a desperate shot in the final moments of an NCAA Sweet Sixteen game. The crushing pressure of tens of thousands of spectators seemed to mean nothing to him.

"I'd rather let your role players beat me than give your star a chance."

During the two men's conversation, Mike Green had already inbounded the ball.

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered for a moment. He could see that Curry was nearly at his limit, but he had no other choice. He could only rely on Curry:

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

He went over and patted each player coming off the court on the shoulder, encouraging them.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

But after gliding through the air, the ball dropped into the net, like every spectacular shot in history!

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Opportunity!"

As the Florida fans roared all around the arena, Zhang Yu screamed at the top of his lungs, barely making himself heard over the waves of noise.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

Boom!

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

A moment of silence fell over the arena.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

Curry got the message and dribbled toward the screen. Brewer was slowed by Julian Becko.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

But then things went wrong. Drew got tangled up with Horford in the paint and couldn't come up to set a screen for Curry!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Ronan, we still have a chance!" Stevens said.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered for a moment. He could see that Curry was nearly at his limit, but he had no other choice. He could only rely on Curry:

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

Boom!

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Ronan, are we really going to let them defend us like this?"

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"Julian!" Zhang Yu shouted when he saw what was happening.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

"Ronan, we still have a chance!" Stevens said.

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"I'd rather let your role players beat me than give your star a chance."

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

Horford held the ball high above his head at the top of the key, watching his teammates move. Under Zhang Yu's instructions, the Bulldogs' defense was airtight, leaving no Florida player open for a shot.

"Ronan, are we really going to let them defend us like this?"

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Curry got the message and dribbled toward the screen. Brewer was slowed by Julian Becko.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

But then things went wrong. Drew got tangled up with Horford in the paint and couldn't come up to set a screen for Curry!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Ronan, we still have a chance!" Stevens said.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered for a moment. He could see that Curry was nearly at his limit, but he had no other choice. He could only rely on Curry:

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

Boom!

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Ronan, are we really going to let them defend us like this?"

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"Julian!" Zhang Yu shouted when he saw what was happening.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

"Ronan, we still have a chance!" Stevens said.

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"I'd rather let your role players beat me than give your star a chance."

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

Horford held the ball high above his head at the top of the key, watching his teammates move. Under Zhang Yu's instructions, the Bulldogs' defense was airtight, leaving no Florida player open for a shot.

"Ronan, are we really going to let them defend us like this?"

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Curry got the message and dribbled toward the screen. Brewer was slowed by Julian Becko.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

But then things went wrong. Drew got tangled up with Horford in the paint and couldn't come up to set a screen for Curry!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Julian Becko had given it everything on defense, but he still couldn't stop Horford, who powered past him.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

But Humphrey, matched up against Julian Becko, rushed in with both hands raised, denying Curry a clean look. Fortunately, he was still a little too far away. Curry took a step back and created a sliver of space.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Ronan, we still have a chance!" Stevens said.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Zhang Yu's gaze lingered for a moment. He could see that Curry was nearly at his limit, but he had no other choice. He could only rely on Curry:

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

Boom!

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Ronan, are we really going to let them defend us like this?"

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"Julian!" Zhang Yu shouted when he saw what was happening.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

With Horford's screen, Brewer found a sliver of space and drove toward the paint, but Mike Green and Drew were already in his path.

"Ronan, we still have a chance!" Stevens said.

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court for the final showdown.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"I'd rather let your role players beat me than give your star a chance."

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

But he hadn't expected Humphrey to be so clutch. The pressure was enormous, yet he still sank a three worth its weight in gold.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The head referee blew his whistle. Florida had used its final timeout!

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The ball went in, and a vast sky-blue wave surged through the arena. The Florida fans' cheers swept through the St. Louis arena like a tidal wave.

Horford held the ball high above his head at the top of the key, watching his teammates move. Under Zhang Yu's instructions, the Bulldogs' defense was airtight, leaving no Florida player open for a shot.

"Ronan, are we really going to let them defend us like this?"

"Ronan, are we really going to run a pick-and-roll? That'll give them a chance to double-team Stephen."

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Curry got the message and dribbled toward the screen. Brewer was slowed by Julian Becko.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

At the previous timeout, he'd told his players to leave Taurian Green and Humphrey open, double-team Brewer and Horford, and bet that those two couldn't make them pay.

Horford saw that none of his teammates were open. He lowered his center of gravity and drove toward the basket.

"Right, we've got one last possession!" Zhang Yu nodded emphatically.

Zhang Yu quickly called the final timeout.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the court.

His teammates rushed over and surrounded Humphrey, nearly knocking him off his feet. Yet Humphrey acted as if he'd done nothing more than the simplest thing in the world, grinning broadly.

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

"Don't get discouraged. We still have a chance. Stephen, can you keep going?"

Even though Donovan had watched Humphrey sink a crucial three, he still chose to gamble, just as Zhang Yu had.

The ball traced a smooth arc, as unassuming and unflashy as Humphrey's role on the team.

"Got it, Coach!" Curry called out.