After all, the footage made it perfectly clear: Frank had planted his feet, and his hands and feet were completely clean. There was no hint of a foul.
Xiao Qiao had put everything into trying to dunk, but when Frank stood his ground, he couldn't stop himself and crashed into him.
With the footage replayed on the big screen, the spectators were still booing the refs, but the boos weren't nearly as loud as before.
Xiao Qiao shook his head.
He'd gotten too excited.
He'd actually let a rookie draw an offensive foul on him.
Wang Yi rushed over, pulled Frank to his feet with both hands, and gave him an enthusiastic pat on the arm.
"Daiyu, nice work. Remember that feeling. That's how it's done."
Frank was thrilled to receive praise from his leader.
He nodded vigorously, then jumped excitedly into the air.
He'd already been completely exhausted, but now, with the adrenaline pumping, he didn't seem to feel nearly as tired.
After the challenge failed, possession went to the Raptors.
This time, Zhang Jiacheng took the ball. The defensive pressure on Wang Yi was lighter than when he'd been handling the ball himself, so he strolled upcourt with ease.
Holmgren and Giddey moved to guard him, while Dort was ready to come over and double-team at any moment.
Wang Yi exchanged a glance with Zhang Jiacheng, then quickly cut left before suddenly making a backdoor cut to the right.
He shook off Giddey and Holmgren in a matter of seconds.
Zhang Jiacheng quickly passed the ball to Wang Yi, and the moment Wang Yi caught it, Dort came rushing over.
It looked like they were about to trap him with three defenders.
But Wang Yi barely held the ball at all. With a motion like a volleyball player,