Facing the coach's rhetorical question, Wang Yi quipped, "Coach, you've learned to answer your own questions now?"
The coach almost laughed in frustration at Wang Yi's remark.
The usually mild-mannered Coach Dako nearly let a curse slip.
"Does it look like I'm answering a question?"
"I'm asking you a rhetorical question!"
"Do you even know what that means?"
Wang Yi patted the coach's arm and reassured him. "Don't worry, Coach. The more defenders they send to double-team me, the more comfortable I'll be shooting."
The coach turned to look at the others and saw them all watching him with what seemed to be mischievous smiles.
He turned back to Wang Yi. "Wang, I'm warning you: this is Game Seven, win or go home. This isn't a joke."
Wang Yi nodded. "Of course I know. You can relax, Coach. I won't let you lose this game."
Coach Dark still wanted to say something,
but the timeout had ended, so he had no choice but to send Wang Yi back onto the court.
The Knicks went on offense. Jokic came out beyond the three-point line to set up a high-post support play.
The other players ran around, setting screens for one another.
But the Raptors came out playing fierce defense, locking down everyone else and leaving Jokic with no one to pass to. With the shot clock nearly expired, Jokic had no choice but to shoot a three right in front of Pang Bo.
Jokic had come down too hard on Pang Bo, who hit his wrist.
And Jokic's three-pointer went in, too.
He completed a four-point play.
Pang Bo slapped his own head in frustration.
As Wang Yi passed him, he called out, "Little Fatty, get one back!"
Pang Bo nodded and hurried up the court.
Wang Yi drew a double-team