After the Jazz head coach couldn't take it anymore and put his starters back in, the Raptors still stuck with their zone defense.
If they wanted to shoot threes, let them.
If they wanted to take mid-range shots, someone would rush out to defend.
And if they wanted to shoot inside the paint, that was absolutely impossible.
They would immediately be swarmed by multiple defenders.
On the Raptors' end, the Jazz were paying close attention to cutting off Wang Yi from his teammates. But Wang Yi's scoring ability was simply too terrifying. He kept sinking mid-range shots and threes.
He had even managed a few dunks under the basket despite being double- and triple-teamed.
By the end of the second quarter, the lead had grown to 25 points.
The sight left all the spectators, commentators, and fans dumbfounded.
They had assumed the Raptors would struggle at the Devil's Home Court, especially with no bench players available and their stamina a major concern. They had expected the Raptors to have a difficult game, perhaps even fall far behind. But instead, it was the Jazz who were trailing by a huge margin.
The livestream chat was filled with one incredulous comment after another.
"Unbelievable!"
"I never saw this coming. Not at all!"
"Brother Yi's games are full of surprises. Anything you can't imagine can happen!"
"66666666"
At the Jazz's home court, the Delta Center, the Mormon fans didn't fall silent just because their team was down by 25 at halftime. They were still making noise, still doing everything they could to distract the Raptors players.
But deep down, they were all feeling a little low.
They had expected a game where everything went their way, only to get hit hard two minutes after the opening tip. Even the most optimistic fans would