In this situation, it seemed no one could step up.
There were only two minutes left in the third quarter.
De'Anthony turned to Ma on the bench. "Ma, get ready to go in."
Rose was back now, so it was time for him to rest.
Although Rose was old and had lost a step, his speed and other physical abilities had declined, leaving him ineffective on both offense and defense. But his ability to control the team's offensive tempo was something young players couldn't match.
With him on the floor, the team would at least avoid making so many careless mistakes.
Once Rose came off, De'Anthony couldn't imagine the Lakers quickly closing the gap and taking the lead.
But that was the reality.
So when the ball went dead, De'Anthony prepared to take Rose out.
But Rose glanced at Wang Yi, who was lying on the floor resting. "Coach, I can hold on a little longer."
De'Anthony was a little surprised.
Ever since Rose had joined the Kings this season, he had always played conservatively.
When it was time for him to rest, he never hesitated. He had to take a break.
Everyone understood. He was a veteran, after all.
If the team put too much strain on an old veteran's body, he could easily get injured.
Yet today, in this fiercely contested Playoffs game, he was asking to stay on the floor longer.
That was certainly a little strange.
De'Anthony looked at Rose's knees.
Rose had suffered several serious knee injuries when he was young, and now that he was older, his knees were always giving him trouble. If he played for even a little too long, they would ache badly the next day.
"Are you sure?" De'Anthony asked.
Rose nodded, glancing at Wang Yi, who was still lying