"We still need to double-team him after he gets the ball."
"When we double-team, everyone else should defend as close to the paint as possible. We can let them shoot threes, but we absolutely cannot leave anyone open to drive to the basket for a layup!"
Just as Wang Yi had expected, every play Kings head coach Mike Brown had drawn on the tactics board was designed for the Raptors' frontcourt. There was nothing for the backcourt.
Two minutes later, both teams took the court.
At that moment, the arena, packed with twenty thousand people, was eerily silent.
Every spectator was on the edge of their seat.
Zhao Liying, Jay Chou, Will Pan, and the others sitting courtside had all stood up.
James, Yao Ming, and the others had risen to their feet too, and so had every other spectator.
Some of the more timid female fans had even covered their eyes. Others had lowered their heads.
They simply couldn't bear to watch the next play.
McGrady, one of the NBA's official commentators, was feeling tense too. "At this point in the game, the teams are separated by just one point. This kind of suspense is really hard to endure."
The other commentator was Big Mouth Draymond Green. He looked tense too. "You and I have both played in the NBA, so we know how suffocating a situation like this can be. And this is the Finals, no less. The tension and pressure are so intense that every breath feels like you've got a thousand pounds on your shoulders."
McGrady shot Green a look. "I think you're taking a jab at me."
Green laughed. "Don't make baseless accusations."
In truth, Green was joking.
McGrady had never played in the Finals as a star during his career.
The closest he ever