"Tied, we've tied it! Who could have imagined, 8 points in 40 seconds. Tang Long scored all 8 points by himself. He's the hero of the court, our hero."
"We can see that the US coach, Coach K, now has a stern expression, his face is very grim. From an 8-point lead to a tied score, it only took 80 seconds."
"The US still has one timeout, and there are 10 seconds left."
"Yes, the most important thing now is to withstand this final 10-second possession. We need to stay calm and focused, defend their offense with all our might, and not give them any opportunities."
"They called a timeout. Wait, it looks like our coach called it. It's really unusual that Coach K didn't call one."
"Let's see what Jonas will say to the players."
At this moment, the camera suitably focused on the Chinese players gathered in a huddle, with starters and bench players surrounding Jonas.
Jonas didn't use a whiteboard. His eyes swept over the players' tired yet determined gazes.
"We have proven that facing the mighty US, we can still defeat our opponents with sheer willpower. Now, we just need to hold on until the very last moment to win this game."
"The opponent has only one final possession. This ball will definitely go to Kobe. Yao, you defend the paint. Yi, go disrupt the passer. Da Zhi, stay in the frontcourt, ready to foul if necessary. Sun Yue, keep an eye on Paul."
After speaking, Jonas's eyes turned to Tang Long. "Tang, if Kobe gets the ball, it's best if you can steal it. If not, at least don't let him drive to the basket. Understand?"
Tang Long thought for a moment and said, "I don't think Kobe will handle this. It's most likely Paul. First, he's very fast. Second, we're all expecting Kobe to shoot. So, Coach K will definitely choose someone less obvious."
Jonas pondered for a moment, then looked at Sun Yue and said, "Sun Yue, switch positions with Tang."
"Okay."
With that settled, the players extended their hands, overlapping them.
"Let's go, beat the US!"
...
In the final 10 seconds, the atmosphere was incredibly tense. The roar of the fans echoed through the heavens. The US players stood in their positions, their faces solemn. The players on the bench also stood up, watching nervously.
The referee's whistle blew, and Bosh inbounded the ball.
Da Zhi waved his arms up and down, disrupting Bosh's passing lanes. Kobe and LeBron moved forward to receive the pass. Paul was at the top of the arc on their side. If Tang Long hadn't initially pointed out that it would be Paul handling this play, everyone would have overlooked him.
But now.
A faint smile played on Tang Long's lips. He was confident it would be Paul.
He pretended to look at the players vying for position, seemingly hesitant about whether to go help.
Tang Long moved.
As predicted, Kobe, who received the ball, faced a double-team and passed it to Paul.
The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air. Paul had no one in front of him. If he caught this ball, he could drive.
A figure burst from mid-air. Just as the ball was about to reach Paul's hands, a large hand changed its direction.
"My God, it's Tang Long! Tang Long intercepted the ball!"
"Tang Long made his move!"
"The ball... the ball is in!"
"126-123!"
"Tang Long stole the ball from Paul at the top of the arc and immediately took a shot. This is absolutely spectacular!"
"We won! We are the champions!"
"Led by Tang Long, the Chinese team has won the Olympic Men's Basketball gold medal!"
"We haven't just won another gold medal; we've also forged the most glorious history for Chinese basketball!"
The court erupted in jubilation. The moment the final whistle blew, Guo Wei and the players on the sidelines cheered and rushed onto the court, celebrating this historic moment.
The players hugged each other, many with tears of joy in their eyes.
They had fought with all their might and ultimately achieved victory, winning the Olympic gold medal.
The court descended into a sea of joy. Outside the stadium, the entire nation of China was immersed in happiness. People were shouting Tang Long's name, celebrating this great victory.
At this moment, a deafening roar echoed from outside Beijing.
Even though it was still daytime, and the fireworks hadn't yet bloomed in the night sky, the wave after wave of booms was enough to convey the excitement of the people.
Tang Long high-fived his teammates one by one, embracing them.
Everyone was sharing in the joy of victory. Tang Long himself remained calm and composed.
Yao Ming came over to high-five Tang Long, and then they hugged each other.
"Congratulations, Olympic champion."
"You too, champion."
They shared a knowing smile.
...
"Haters, still dare to hate? Tang Long is now an Olympic champion."
"What about those who said China's strength was inferior to the US? Why aren't they jumping around now? Come on, keep jumping."
With China winning the championship, the haters completely lost their audacity.
"Tang Long is awesome, Yao Ming is awesome."
"Let's build a thread, everyone say 'We are the champions' together."
...
"Swift, where's your champagne?"
Scarlett Johansson, who hadn't paid much attention initially, now desperately needed champagne after China won the championship.
If someone else got there first, she'd be kicking herself.
"It's outside."
"Taylor, you're so clever."
Gal Gadot had a similar expression to Scarlett. Most of them hadn't paid much attention at first, thinking China couldn't possibly beat the US.
Who knew China would actually win the championship.
Now, trying to catch up, they suddenly felt a sense of urgency.
"I just saw Jenny's assistant leave. If I'm not mistaken, she's going straight to the locker room to celebrate with Tang. We have to find a way to stop Jenny from entering the Chinese locker room."
"How do we stop her? This is China."
Gal Gadot said, then shook her head again.
Even in the US, Gal Gadot didn't think they could prevent Jenny from entering the Chinese locker room.
"I've got it! We can use the reporters!"
Swift pondered for a moment, and then a look of delighted excitement appeared on her face. "With the reporters' help, we can definitely stop Jenny."
Scarlett and Gal Gadot quickly understood Swift's meaning.
This was truly turning the tables.
At first, they were worried about any improper behavior being photographed and then being criticized by the domestic media. And now, they were collaborating with the media.
...
The national anthem played. Every player stared at the rising Five-Starred Red Flag with tear-filled eyes. Everyone's heart was filled with passion, singing the national anthem in rhythm with the music.
When the ceremony concluded, Zhou Peng grabbed champagne from a staff member and sprayed it towards Tang Long and Jonas.