Spoelstra immediately called a timeout for Team America. As they huddled up, the players all looked grim.
They were only down by two, and there was plenty of time left, but everyone knew the game was turning against them.
Wang Yi hadn't taken a single shot since coming in during the fourth quarter. He hadn't scored a point.
But his presence had drawn the defense, giving the International Team a four-on-three advantage and making their offense flow smoothly. Then, when Team America had the ball, Wang Yi's suffocating defense had effectively taken one of their guards out of the game.
If things continued like this, Team America's deficit would inevitably grow, and they would eventually lose.
They couldn't afford to lose this game. Too much was at stake for America's pride.
The thought of their own All-Stars losing to the International Stars on their home court was almost impossible to accept.
At that moment, an assistant coach asked Spoelstra, "Spo, this isn't working. Wang Yi hasn't scored in the fourth, but if we keep this up, we're definitely going to lose. Didn't you have a Plan B?"
Spoelstra nodded. "That's right. Now's the time to put Plan B into action."
The players had all been looking grim, but when they heard that Spoelstra had a Plan B, their spirits lifted.
Wemby asked, "Coach, what's Plan B?"
King Arthur said gravely, "We have to win this game. Coach, if you've got a Plan B, you should've told us sooner."
Gun King Morant said, "I've lost to Wang Yi too many times. I really don't want to lose to him again."
The other players nodded one after another.
Head coach Spoelstra finally spoke. "My Plan B is to stop doubling Wang Yi and defend him one-on-one. That way, the rest of their