Wang Yi had racked up a total of 27 assists.
With him setting them up, his teammates' shooting percentages had all improved.
As a result, the Raptors gradually stretched their lead again.
The gap had now reached 18 points.
As for Wang Yi's personal stats:
He still had 15 points.
27 assists.
15 rebounds.
Points didn't matter. If he wanted, he could score another 12 in just two minutes.
The main problem was that he was a little short on rebounds.
It seemed he'd have to focus on rebounding from here on out.
The Knicks had no choice but to call another timeout.
As they came off the court during the timeout, the players all looked at Thibodeau and King Arthur.
Weren't the Raptors' shooting percentages supposed to drop?
Coach, boss, were you two trying to fool us?
And you were in on it together, too.
You teamed up to trick us.
Thibodeau was furious as well.
Usually, when a team shot too well in the first half, its shooting percentage was bound to drop in the second.
And you might not see more than two or three games in an entire season where a team stayed scorching hot for the whole game.
He couldn't believe he'd run into one in Game Seven. This was seriously the worst luck.
But now that things had come this far, he could only grit his teeth and press on.
"We still have a chance!"
"Remember, we have to get out of the East. As long as we get past the Raptors and reach the Finals, the championship will be all but guaranteed."
"So the only thing standing between you and the championship is the Raptors—and the dozen or so minutes we have left."
"If we can get through these next dozen or so