Then he turned and tried to drive, but saw that Pang Bo had already gotten in front of him.
Wemby wanted to pass, but couldn't find an open passing lane. Gritting his teeth, he pulled up from beyond the three-point line.
Right in front of Pang Bo.
There was still time on the clock, and the Spurs could have moved the ball around a little longer.
But no one expected Wemby to shoot right away.
Pang Bo hadn't expected it either, so all he could do was watch as Wemby let the ball fly.
The basketball traced a long, lofty arc.
Every fan in the arena watched it intently.
They wished their gazes could form a giant net, stopping the ball from going into the basket.
But a gaze couldn't physically stop anything.
The only thing impeding the ball in midair was air resistance.
And air resistance clearly wasn't enough to stop it.
At last.
Swish!
Nothing but net!
146–149. The Spurs led by three.
The arena fell silent in an instant.
There were only 1.3 seconds left.
The Raptors would have to inbound from the backcourt.
Their chances of a comeback were incredibly slim.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
After making the three, Wemby roared.
It was as if he were venting all the frustration he'd accumulated over the years of being held down by Wang Yi.
The Spurs players rushed over, jumping and shouting in excitement.
On the sideline, Popovich stood up and yelled at his players:
"Defense! Defense!"
Only then did the Spurs snap out of it and look for their assignments.
But it was already too late.
Pang Bo stepped out of bounds, ready to inbound.
The Spurs players hurriedly turned around to find Wang Yi.
At first, they ran toward the Raptors' backcourt to look for him. Based on