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最有价值球员 　　8：00 　　The red numbers on the clock showed that there were just eight minutes left in the game. The score was tied1 at 24. 　　Our sweaty team huddled around Coach Sanchez. “Pass it around and don’t get boxed in，” he warned. “When you’re open， shoot.” 　　We stuck our hands into the middle. “Go， Eagles！” 　　Back on the floor， Brandon had the ball. I was open， but he passed it to Cole. Cole had a great turnaround jump shot2， but I was a good shot， too. In fact， we each had six points so far. But Cole was more popular， and the team fed3 him the ball. 　　7：00 　　The Kings took possession of the ball and tied the score. Then Cole was fouled4 and sank5 his two free throws6. That added two points to our team’s score—and to the score in my head. It shouldn’t have mattered， but for once I wanted to outscore Cole. I wanted to show the team that I could be the MVP—most valuable player. 　　The Kings dribbled7 down， but Jeff stole the ball and threw a long， hard pass to me. I saw Cole running toward the bucket， but I dribbled in and shot. The ball swished8 through for two. 　　Cole slapped my hand. “Good shot， Derek.” 　　“Thanks，” I said. I didn’t worry about whether or not I should have passed the ball. Cole had his fair share of chances. 　　6：00 　　The score bounced back and forth： Eagles 30， Kings 32. Eagles 35， Kings 34. The score in my head kept bouncing， too： Derek 8， Cole 10. Derek 12， Cole 11. 　　5：00 　　I ran down the court9， trying to guard my man. I jumped straight up as he shot， and my hand knocked the ball just enough to send it off the backboard10. 　　Cole got the rebound11 and dribbled down the court. He passed the ball to me and ran under the basket. I ignored him and shot， but the ball bounced off the rim. 　　“Cole was open，” said Jeff. 　　“So was I，” I muttered. But I felt rotten inside. 　　“Hey， it’s no big deal，” said Cole. “We’re all trying to win this game. We’re a team.” 　　4：00 　　It happened fast. Cole was on the floor holding his ankle， his fac