Stephen Curry saw this and a flicker of reminiscence crossed his eyes, as if he had remembered the Warriors at their peak, when they would turn to the Death Lineup whenever the team was backed into a corner.
Now, the Sky Net Formation might become the Raptors' trump card whenever they found themselves in a desperate situation.
He nodded and said, "Wang Yi is finally going to turn it on. He said earlier that he hadn't taken any shots because he was waiting until they fell twenty points behind. I can't wait to see how he'll turn things around with his offense alone now that they're down by twenty!"
As they spoke, the Raptors inbounded the ball.
Wang Yi still didn't bring the ball up himself. Instead, he passed it to Mad Tiger Tagore.
Tagore's offense had looked awkward, but he had no trouble dribbling the ball across half court.
Besides, the Celtics were already up by twenty points, so they were fairly relaxed. They weren't going to crowd Tagore as he brought the ball up.
Wang Yi was still waiting near the right sideline in the frontcourt.
Once Mad Tiger dribbled into the frontcourt, Wang Yi suddenly took off and ran toward Tagore.
His sudden burst left Morant, who was guarding him, a full step behind.
Seeing that Wang Yi had a chance to receive the ball, Tagore passed it to him at once.
Wang Yi was still three meters from the three-point line.
The moment the crowd saw Wang Yi about to take the ball, they unleashed a chorus of boos several times louder than before.
"Boooooo!"
In that instant, the enormous roar of boos was like towering waves surging in from every direction, crashing toward a little boat at the center of the court.
They seemed intent