175 Who's going to stop An

It was finally the 4th quarter. This was the finals, and we waited as the time seemed to slow down for 12 minutes on the clock. We started the 4th quarter as I brought down the ball; I passed the ball to Paige, who looked down and saw Blackpool and passed it to him. 

Blackpool then started to back up his defender down into the post but noticed that Li was close to the post, so he passed it back to Paige, which then passed it back to me. An had read the pass as he quickly intercepted it. An ran and stopped at the three-point line, shot the ball, giving them a three-point lead.

There's nothing I could say about this shamelessness since it seems like he turned it up even though we were supposed to start turning it up a bit when 3 minutes were left. An strangely looked at me, but I ignored it as I brought down the ball this time, he was covering me hard as he approached inside my space. 

I looked at the ref, and he just shrugged as if they're saying, he's just playing defense even though he's bum-rushing me and fouling me sometimes. I quickly passed it over to Paige, and she charged right into the post and noticed their power forward came over to help out the point guard that replaced Boa, who had gotten kicked out of the game due to throwing the first punch. 

All of a sudden, Blackpool was wide open as Paige passed the rock to him even though it was a mid-range shot that was fine with me as we were only down by one point now.

An got mad as he yelled at the power forward to stay put from now on with the person he's guarding. The guy shook his head but kept it going, An brought down the ball this time and seemed like he was controlling everything as he was waving his hands around trying to direct traffic. I laughed at the craziness he was doing, but I had to give him his props; he's fighting hard for this finals game.

Boa was the one who would generally calm An down once he got like this, but since the boy had been kicked out, An was going full crazy as if he had the whole world's problems on his head. He was the only thing that could save it, not knowing that he always needed somebody to keep himself in control just because he couldn't do it.

"Hey! set a pick! you keep moving!. Why are you stopping over there!? You guys are slacking off! screw everybody!. I'm just going to play this game alone". An was yelling furiously at his teammates, so everybody on China's team was quite tensed up as we from the japan district had a more relaxed look on our faces. Our ground force team was on a whole other level now since from the first time they met us in the preseason.

An was surprised by how well the bench was playing and the other players. Blackpool especially impressed him as he went in on a Non Stop dunking contest and finessing his way around the court. Since Blackpool was hot, I didn't want him to get any colder since his confidence was on an all-time high now. 

It was my turn to take over, An looked pretty beat after spending most of the time trying to get a lead on us. Finally, they were up by six points, so he had thought that was good enough for him to get a rest as he started passing the ball to the other players. The time continued down tick tock tick tock.

I saw An look at me with a smug face; I laughed and pretended as if I was tapping on a watch on my wrist, meaning it's time I was about to turn it upon them. An had a worried face on. Still, he knew that it was about time that we got serious. Even though he had been going off in the fourth quarter, now he was a little bit worried that we would come back and win It.

I had no intention of losing as I brought down the ball. They noticed that I wasn't passing it to anybody after a few steps. An saw this and made a strange sound. Two players came to guard me now, and I laughed but unfortunately, the minute they started approaching me, I took the shot as they barely missed the block.

An could only shake his head as he thought I was back to my old tricks. The ball went through the hoop as the crowd went crazy, brought my finger up with the three, and brought it back down as I saluted everybody and went to play defense.

Time froze as soon as An got to the half-court line. I stole the ball and took the shot, An who had kept running, notice that the ball was no longer in his hands; he looked back, scared as the last thing he remembered was seeing me jump up and taking a shot from the three-point line

An looked at his hand, wondering when he made a mistake. Just like that, it was a tie game. As I ran back, I winked at An, who was still looking at his hand as if something had gone wrong. His coach started cursing him out, telling him to wake up and play ball.

It was then that An focused even more on the game as he received the ball back. An crossed me up, making me step back as he got some space and stepped back behind the three-point line taking the shot.