Over on the Pistons' side, Bickerstaff suddenly had a bad feeling.
Just then, he suddenly remembered the plan they had made before the game.
The plan had been to limit Wang Yi's scoring and keep him from reaching 30,000 career points that night.
But then, their huge lead had made him want more.
He wanted to stop Wang Yi from reaching 30,000 points and win the game, too.
Now the game had reached its final minute. Wang Yi had already scored 74 points, bringing his career total to 29,999.
And the Raptors had tied the score.
They had wanted both, but looking at the result, were they about to get neither?
Bickerstaff was genuinely panicking now.
The plan had been to stop Wang Yi from scoring 75 points. They should have stuck to that game plan without wavering.
No matter what happened, they should have seen it through.
But when you had a massive 50-point lead at halftime staring you in the face, it was hard not to lose sight of the plan.
A 50-point halftime lead was like a gigantic, irresistible cake.
Any normal person would want to take a few bites.
No, not a few bites—they would want to devour the whole cake.
But it was too late for Bickerstaff to regret it now.
All he could do was force himself to rally the players with a pep talk.
He could only hope the Raptors' comeback from a 50-point deficit hadn't shaken the players' confidence or spirit.
But the outcome was obvious: there was no way the players hadn't been affected.
Aside from the old hands who had spent years in the league and the naturally unflappable players, any normal person would have been affected.
Even Bryce, who had grown up seeing his dad handle high-pressure situations, was