Yu Qian, his head of curly hair resting on one hand, thought for a moment before saying:
"But those foreigners on the other side aren't stupid. They'll definitely station a lot of defenders beneath the basket."
Zhang Jiunan nodded.
"That's exactly the problem! The Raptors want to throw an alley-oop, but the other side won't let them do it easily. So the battle will be focused around the basket."
Yu Qian instinctively played the straight man. "Is there really no other possibility?"
"For other teams, there wouldn't be any other possibility. But the Raptors have one more option: Brother Yi can throw an alley-oop three-pointer. If he doesn't go near the basket and instead throws an alley-oop from the three-point line in the frontcourt, they can win outright. Of course, he could also try an alley-oop two-pointer."
Yu Qian continued playing the straight man. "But that'd be difficult too, wouldn't it?"
"It'd be incredibly difficult, and the other side will also guard against Brother Yi attempting an alley-oop three-pointer."
"Besides, Brother Yi's three-pointers haven't been falling today. A much harder alley-oop three-pointer is even less likely. Even an alley-oop two-pointer would be extremely difficult."
"So this situation is extremely, extremely, extremely unfavorable for the Raptors. They're very likely to lose."
Hearing this, Yu Qian slapped his thigh with his right hand.
"Ah!"
His partner Guo Degang beside him shook his head again.
"It's fate, destiny, fortune!"
The Raptors were about to inbound, and Wang Yi had already started directing his teammates into position.
But just then, Billups called a timeout.
Billups could say he had the game in the bag. But against someone like Wang Yi, who had repeatedly turned defeat into victory in all kinds of unbelievable situations, Billups thought it best to be cautious and call a timeout