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1 “Dorji looked at the clock that had just stopped a while ago. His heart raced at an incredible speed. As he took his position, he heard a thunderous roar from the crowd. “Two shot!” shouted the referee, as he passed the ball to Dorji. He looked at the basket, took a deep breath and performed what was kind of a ritual for him before he made a free throw; he threw the ball forward with a backspin and wiped off the sweat off his forehead with both hands as the ball slowly bounced back to him. He could feel some kind of pressure mount on his shoulders but he shook it off. He looked at the basket again and as he raised the ball above his head, he felt every eye on the court fall on him. Everyone held in their breath as he let the ball fly...... “Prrrr.....” The crowd roared again, way louder this time, as Dorji made the first of the two free throws. The referee passed the ball to Dorji again as he shouted, “One shot!” This time around he felt the pressure on his shoulders in...