At that moment, another reporter from San Antonio asked Lillard:
"Damian, we know you're in the twilight of your career. You've spent more than a decade in the league without ever winning a championship, so you could say your desire for one is greater than anyone else's."
"So now that you're facing Wang Yi, are you confident you can beat him and win the first championship of your life?"
Lillard nodded.
"As Wemby said, no one can be absolutely confident when facing Wang Yi, but I'll give it everything I've got."
"I know how much fuel I have left in the tank. I'll burn every last drop to win a championship Trophy. It's been my dream my whole life."
Lillard usually wasn't much of a talker. When answering questions, he tended to stick to the usual script.
He'd dutifully answer questions the way the NBA had taught him to during his career.
But now that Wemby had put it that way, Lillard naturally had to stand with him as his teammate.
He wanted to show his support for Wemby's position.
At last, it was 6:30 p.m. The first game of the Finals was just half an hour away.
On the sideline,
Spurs head coach Popovich was using a tactics board to explain the most important points for the game.
He drew a circle on the left side of the court, at the 45-degree angle:
"If Wang Yi tries to drive with the ball, do your best to force him into this circle. Understand?"
"Try to make him dribble through this spot at a 45-degree angle on the left. If you can force him there, you'll have done your job."
The players all nodded.
"Yes, Coach!"
The Starting Lineup for both teams had appeared on the big screen.
The Raptors' Starting