Danny suddenly said, "This would leave the Raptors with just over two seconds to attack."
Head coach Mike Brown paused for a moment.
If it had been any other team, he would have told Danny, "Right now, all that matters is making the shot. There's no time to worry about how much time they'll have to attack."
But they were up against Wang Yi.
That guy made 75% of his game-winning shots.
Giving him two seconds to attack was practically asking to get beaten by a game-winner, wasn't it?
Everyone watched the coach, waiting for him to decide. In the end, he said, "Let's run the play as planned."
The coach meant that opportunities on the court were fleeting. Once they ran the play, Danny would have only a second or two with the ball. If he hesitated, the other players might get there to help defend.
And then it would be even harder to score.
The two teams returned to the court.
The spectators held their breath.
The Raptors were only up by two, and Kings guard Danny had a three-point percentage of 42%.
Danny had made eleven three-pointers in this game alone.
If they gave him a chance to shoot a three, there was no telling who would win.
The courtside DJ, Chantelle, had already gotten the crowd chanting.
"Defense!"
"Defense!"
"Defense!"
Twenty thousand people shouting the same word in unison created a terrifying sense of pressure.
Danny moved into the paint, with Wang Yi following close behind.
The referee handed the ball to Little Danny, who was standing out of bounds, then held up his fingers and began counting.
They had to inbound the ball within five seconds.
Tures immediately came over to set a screen for Danny, blocking Wang Yi.
Danny shook off Wang Yi