Wang Yi had no choice but to help double-team.
After all, Doug's sudden double-team just moments ago had already been an extremely risky move.
If LaMelo Ball passed the ball to Wemby in the paint now, the only player left in front of him would be the Kings' backup power forward.
And that backup power forward was too short. Wemby would absolutely make mincemeat of him with ease.
So Wang Yi had no choice but to join Danny and Doug in double-teaming LaMelo Ball. They had to trap him there.
On the sideline, head coach De'Anthony had already shouted when he saw Doug go to double-team: "No! Why are you double-teaming?"
He'd made himself perfectly clear earlier: don't double-team.
Doug hadn't listened to a word he'd said.
Now, seeing Wang Yi join in for a triple-team, De'Anthony was completely stunned. Even his silvery-white mustache seemed to droop.
He was practically numb.
On the Hornets' side, their head coach had initially felt a secret thrill when he saw Doug go to double-team. If they could just find a chance to pass the ball out, they'd almost certainly be in the clear.
But when he saw Wang Yi join the double-team, the Hornets' coach panicked too.
It was hard to pass the ball out of a triple-team.
And the Hornets had no timeouts left. They couldn't call one even if they wanted to.
Their head coach could only feel his scalp go numb.
In this situation, everything depended on the players' split-second reactions.
As Wang Yi helped trap LaMelo Ball, he shouted:
"Don't foul! Don't foul! They're out of timeouts—don't foul!"
Doug, beside him, gave a scoff. "Did I ask you?"
Trapped by the defense, LaMelo Ball clutched the ball tightly in both hands.
At one point, he saw Wemby break free