But Tagore quickly grabbed Wang Yi. "Boss, that'll hurt team morale. There are still 20 seconds left. I can keep going."
Wang Yi shook his head. "Go get your injury checked. If there's a problem with the bone and you stay on the court, it could affect your career."
Tagore looked at Wang Yi pleadingly.
"Boss, please let me stay on the court. Defense is what got me to the Finals. If I can't take part in the defense on the team's final possession during the most important moment of the last 20 seconds of the Finals, I might regret it for the rest of my life."
As he spoke, his face was full of entreaty.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines,
Tagore's family watched Wang Yi and Tagore with some confusion, unsure what the two of them were saying.
After weighing the pros and cons in an instant, Wang Yi made his decision.
"Fine, you can stay on the court, but don't push yourself. Especially be careful to protect your wrist."
At that moment, neither their teammates nor the opposing players knew what had happened.
If the two of them kept going back and forth, the other team might figure out something was wrong.
When Tagore saw that Wang Yi had agreed to let him stay on the court, he nodded gratefully.
"Thanks, Boss."
Aside from Wang Yi, no one else noticed anything unusual.
The referee signaled for the Spurs to inbound from the baseline.
Wang Yi immediately waved his hand, signaling the Raptors to press full court.
Dauding immediately went to disrupt Little Duncan's inbound.
Locke stuck close to Vassell.
Mad Tiger Tagore clung to Seth Curry like a mad dog, even though Seth Curry didn't have the ball yet.
Pang Bo kept Wemby pinned down.
Even though Wang Yi's