After the timeout, the moment Wang Yi got the ball, three players immediately came to double-team him. As soon as he passed it away, the Jazz immediately put them under a full-court press.
The sudden full-court press caught the Raptors players, already sluggish from exhaustion, off guard. The Jazz stole the ball from Dauding and raced straight to the frontcourt, finishing with a thunderous dunk to cut the deficit to 18 points.
The dunk set the whole arena alight. The already raucous Delta Center now seemed to blaze like a raging fire—or explode like a bomb.
The Mormon fans waved their arms and cheered at the top of their lungs.
These people didn't care at all about ruining their voices.
Head coach Dako glanced at Wang Yi from the sideline, wanting to call a timeout so the players could rest a little longer. But Wang Yi shook his head.
They had very few timeouts left. If they used one now, they wouldn't have any available during the crucial final minutes.
On the next possession,
Wang Yi had barely gotten the ball when three opponents closed in to double-team him again. Sometimes Wang Yi could take on three defenders, or even five, by himself, but he was only human, not a god. He couldn't beat three or five defenders on every possession.
If the opposing players positioned themselves well, the three of them could completely seal off every route around him. How was he supposed to take on all three?
So Wang Yi had no choice but to pass the ball before they could finish surrounding him.
But when he passed it to Hachimura, the ball slipped through his hands, and he couldn't catch it cleanly.
Even after he managed to gather it, Little McGrady quickly rushed in and stole the