At this moment, hundreds of millions of people around the world were watching the game live.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Yi on the court.
With 11 seconds left, would he be a hero or a failure?
The Rockets didn't double-team Wang Yi, either.
First, there was no room for any mistakes in the final 11 seconds.
If they double-teamed Wang Yi and left someone else open, that would be a problem.
After all, Danny had gone 8-for-11 from three tonight.
Rose had also been shooting well from midrange.
They couldn't afford to leave anyone open.
Second, they had fundamentally underestimated Wang Yi, especially head coach Silas.
Although he'd kept telling everyone to take Wang Yi seriously, facing a player who was physically exhausted, stumbling around, and had gone 0-for-7 from three tonight, they still couldn't believe this guy could turn the game around with one final shot.
Sometimes, no matter how much you tell yourself not to underestimate an opponent, your subconscious still does.
Silas simply shouted to his players, "Pack the paint. Don't let him drive."
As long as they stopped Wang Yi from driving, they could give him the three.
Under these circumstances, Wang Yi dribbled slowly.
He waited until there were only five seconds left before gradually heading toward the three-point line.
David Mason followed the coach's instructions and stopped on the three-point line, waiting for Wang Yi to drive.
Wang Yi dribbled to a spot one step beyond the three-point line.
Three seconds remained.
But he didn't drive. He took another step forward, until his feet were less than five centimeters from the line.
David Mason lowered his center of gravity.
There was no way Wang Yi could drive from here. His only real options were to dribble and step back to the left