"As for Keegan Murray and Horton Tucker, once you drive into the paint, take the shot yourself if you can. If you really can't, pass to Walker inside if you see an opening."
Everyone nodded.
When the referee's whistle sounded again, the players took the court.
Even in the Jazz's Devil's Home Court, their fans were no longer making a racket.
Even the Mormon fans who had been going wild fell completely silent.
They looked up at the scoreboard, where their team trailed by one, then at the clock, which showed only eight seconds remaining. By now, almost everyone felt like their heart was about to leap out of their chest.
All twenty thousand fans had sweaty palms and feet.
Many covered their mouths with both hands, while others clasped their hands before their chests and silently prayed.
In the almost frozen atmosphere, the Jazz prepared to inbound the ball.
Tracy McGrady Jr. caught it near the logo.
He dribbled forward a step, then raised the ball and waited for Horton Tucker and Keegan Murray to cut in from the left and right at 45-degree angles.
He spotted Keegan Murray in a good position on the right and passed him the ball.
Keegan Murray quickly drove in diagonally from the right at a 45-degree angle.
But just then, the Raptors' defense suddenly collapsed toward the paint, and all Keegan Murray saw ahead of him was a crowd of bodies.
So instead of driving straight to the basket, he dribbled sideways from the free-throw line toward the left.
Zhang Jiacheng hurried to slide across and stay with him, but just then, Keegan Murray made a quick handoff to Horton Tucker, who was cutting in from the left at a 45-degree angle.
Horton Tucker moved incredibly fast, darting past George in an