team drew closer to the gym, they watched in horror as the double doors started to swing closed.
âHey!â Jeff shouted. âDonât close âem yet. The Clovers are here!â
Brandon watched his teammate speed up even more, catching the door just before it closed for good on their chances in the play-offs.
Made it , Brandon thought, letting out a sigh of relief as they ran inside.
Broken down and wiped out from their trek through the woods and up the hill, the Clovers had just made it to the play-offs.
CHAPTER 11
JUST IN TIME
The Clovers ran across the gym floor toward the visitor locker rooms. There wasnât time for a proper warm up. The entire team quickly threw their uniforms on and ran back out onto the court.
The referee waited at center court with a basketball in hand as Jeff arrived for the jump. As the Cloversâ starting lineup got into position, the visitor section of the crowd erupted in applause. âLetâs go, Chesterfield!â someone yelled.
âCutting it pretty close, arenât we boys?â the referee asked.
âJust lucky to be here,â Jeff replied. He nodded to Brandon, who smiled in response.
The referee blew his whistle and tossed the ball up in the air. And just like that, the Chesterfield Cloversâ first play-off game in decades was underway.
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There was no getting around it. The Clovers spent the first quarter of the game getting dominated by the Hornets. No matter what they did, they seemed to come up short.
This isnât what we came here to do , Brandon thought as he watched the Hornets tear through their lackluster defense for another easy two points. It was beyond frustrating to watch.
Itâs not enough that we made it to the game , Brandon thought. We still need to play like we deserve to be here!
He watched as Jeff made a great rebound and drove it down the court through Hornetsâ defense. But as he neared the basket, Jeff turned and the referee blew his whistle loudly. Double-dribbling. Brandon groaned. That never happened to Jeff!
Before they knew what was happening, the Clovers were trailing by almost twenty points.
Coach Hanson called a time-out, and the starting lineup for the Clovers came in to gather at the bench. âGuys! What is going on out there?â the coach asked. âWe are literally getting crushed by these guys, and the game has barely started!â
Tony shrugged. âIâm wiped out,â he said.
âOkay, take a seat, Tony. Rest up for a few minutes,â Coach Hanson said. âCharlie, youâre in.â
âI donât know whatâs happening,â Stephen said. âBut these guys seem way better than I remember them being the last time we played them.â
âTheyâre playing better because they know itâs go time, boys,â Coach said. âThey know if they lose tonight, theyâre out. You guys need to remember the same. We got here, but now we need to play!â
The referee whistled, signaling the end of the time-out. The Clovers put their hands in and shouted, âBreak!â before heading onto the court. Brandon couldnât help but notice how slowly his teammates were moving. If the Clovers didnât step it up, their time in the play-offs was over.
As soon as the ball was in play, the Hornets hijacked a pass from Kevin to Drew. They slipped through the Cloversâ defense, passing it back and forth easily. Their star center popped a beautiful shot up from the free-throw line and sank it.
âCâmon guys!â Brandon shouted desperately as Drew passed the ball in from under the basket. âThis isnât how we play ball!â
Charlie caught the ball and bounced it to Brandon. Faking to the left and then spinning around his guard, Brandon dribbled around him and popped a shot up. It hit the backboard, rolled around the side of the hoop, and dropped back into the hands of a Hornetsâ player.
Great , Brandon