Incomplete Attacks

Kelechi turned around and sped forward, calling for a pass as he tried to push an attack.

“It’s futile!” Waylon shouted as he appeared in front of Kelechi, using his body to push Kelechi away and screening him out of the way, causing his teammate to hold onto the ball, looking for another option instead.

Kelechi cussed inwardly. “Damn! He won’t leave me alone!”

Mavericks’ players too were sensing the current change in their situation. Their opponents seemed to be borrowing strength from god knows where. They were pressing harder and harder, closing in on them and making sure that it became harder and harder to pass the ball with each passing second.

Clark passed the ball to Smith who lurched the ball forward in an instant, clearing it away from their halve but losing the possession.