With four minutes left in the third quarter, Wang Yi led the Raptors to stretch their lead to 40 points in one fell swoop.
People marveled at Wang Yi's terrifying explosiveness, and at the boundless energy that seemed to send him racing everywhere across the court.
At the same time, many people were offering suggestions to Jazz head coach Will Hardy.
"Hardy, shouldn't you call a timeout and make some adjustments?"
"No, they're getting blown out, and you're still not making adjustments?"
"Whether it's changing the tactics or rotating players, at least do something! Are you just going to sit there and watch the lead keep growing?"
Yet Will Hardy on the sideline seemed completely unmoved. He stood with his arms folded, watching the game on the court.
As if he were watching a game that had nothing to do with him.
That was too much even for the fans at the Jazz's home arena. The Mormon fans in particular seemed intent on reminding Will Hardy—or perhaps reprimanding him—and began chanting his name in unison.
"Will Hardy, do something!"
"Will Hardy, do something!"
"Will Hardy, do something!"
Yet Will Hardy remained unmoved. He neither called a timeout nor made a substitution.
Even the assistant coach beside him couldn't hold back any longer. "Will, shouldn't we do something?"
Will Hardy shook his head slightly. "We'll do something, of course, but not now."
The assistant coach asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Will Hardy said, "I can see that we're down by 40, but we absolutely can't call a timeout right now. They haven't made any substitutions, and everyone out there has already played 32 minutes. Do you know what that means?"
The assistant coach wasn't a novice either. Hearing the head coach's words, he nodded.
"It means every one