"But the Lakers are relying on Wang Yi to carry the entire team. We can count on Antoine to play five straight possessions. Can they count on Wang Yi to play five straight possessions?"
"So when we go back out there, we'll stick to the original plan. I refuse to believe Wang Yi can outlast Antoine."
Meanwhile, over in the Lakers' resting area, Head Coach Phil Jackson saw Wang Yi come off the court looking a little winded. He asked,
"Wang, how are you feeling?"
Wang Yi smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, Coach. I've managed my energy really well today."
"Right now, I feel like I have plenty left."
Seeing this, the rest of the team relaxed.
The truth was, Wang Yi was feeling a little tired, but not too tired.
He had managed his energy well, and Head Coach Phil Jackson had done everything he could to buy him time to rest.
Under the circumstances, he had more than enough energy to finish the final minute and forty seconds.
Phil Jackson nodded, then said to everyone,
"When the referee calls us back onto the court, I'll keep explaining the play with the clipboard and try to buy Wang Yi a little more time to rest."
Everyone understood and nodded.
So, after a minute and a half of rest, when the referee told them to return to the court, the Pistons were already in position, while the Lakers dawdled and didn't immediately take the floor.
Head Coach Phil Jackson held up the clipboard, scribbling on it with a pen as he seemed to rapidly explain something to the players. They nodded again and again.
The referee called the Lakers onto the court again. The Lakers' players did take a few steps toward the floor, but the referee followed them to