Throughout the entire third quarter, the Kings really didn't use the Twin Towers. Instead, they had four players stationed along the edge of the paint, making it very difficult for the Hornets to run their double-crossing offense.
The Kings gave them open looks from the perimeter, but the Hornets' shooting efficiency was only so-so.
In the third quarter alone, they made just two of ten three-pointers—a dismal Three-point Percentage.
Even Wemby's three-point shooting cooled off that quarter. He made just one of his three attempts.
After all, no one could maintain an extremely high Three-point Percentage from start to finish for an entire game.
If anyone could, it certainly wasn't Wemby. It was Wang Yi.
As a result, the Kings had extended their lead to 17 points by the end of the third quarter.
At this point, it was fair to say that the Kings had the game in the bag.
Whether they were Kings fans or neutral viewers, everyone thought the Kings were all but certain to win.
Only two kinds of people thought the game wasn't over yet.
The first were Hornets fans.
The game wasn't over. They refused to give up, still clinging to one last hope.
They hoped for a miracle, that their team could come back and win this game. Even a one-point victory would do.
The other person was Wang Yi.
In his view, the game wasn't over yet. Anything could happen.
As the players returned to the bench one by one, looking rather relaxed, Wang Yi reminded them:
"We're only up 17 points. What's 17 points? In the fourth quarter, they could try anything to launch a comeback. Don't think we've got this in the bag. Sure, we can shut down their double-crossing offense, but that's not all this team has. They also