Normally, when Wang Yi's team trailed by four with a minute left, it wasn't a big deal. Once Wang Yi got going, he could score more than ten points in a minute without breaking a sweat.
But now their opponents had resorted to the dirty tactic of intentional fouls, making those four points much harder to make up.
Coach Dako glanced at Wang Yi, a little puzzled.
Wasn't Wang Yi supposed to have a plan?
Why did he still show no sign of making a move?
Spoelstra was also puzzled. Given Wang Yi's style, he should have done something by now. So why hadn't he?
Doncic and Jokic were just as surprised. Wang Yi had looked so confident that they'd believed he had a solution, but now they were down four and he still showed no sign of doing anything.
Wang Yi stepped to the free-throw line and sank both shots.
Team America went on the attack again.
This time, King Arthur drove into the paint and passed to Wemby. Wemby got around Pang Bo and Jokic, only for Juan to swat his shot against the backboard with a vicious Board Block.
That was the advantage of having three towering big men on the floor. Even Wemby, currently the best center in the league, struggled against them.
But infuriatingly, the referee blew the whistle and called a foul on Juan.
Wemby stepped to the line and made both free throws.
Team America still led by four.
Wang Yi glanced up at the clock. There were 45 seconds left. No need to rush.
He slowly dribbled up the court.
He still showed no sign of doing anything right away, making the spectators on the sidelines increasingly anxious.
They were down four, with only 45 seconds left. Why wasn't he shooting? Was