If Wang Yi couldn't shoot, pass it out and let the perimeter players take the shot.
As for Dauding himself, he wasn't a focal point.
Although Dauding could hit mid-range shots, he only took them occasionally. He was merely a blue-collar Power Forward for the Lakers.
He had never been treated as a major offensive weapon.
At a clutch moment like this, it was naturally even less likely that he would be used as an offensive option.
So Dauding's confusion was perfectly understandable.
But the instant Dauding caught the ball, Wang Yi's voice came roaring over like the roar of a lion:
"Shoot!"
Dauding had followed Wang Yi for many years. When it came to Wang Yi's instructions, he obeyed without question.
Wang Yi's roar instantly snapped him out of his confusion. He then pulled up from mid-range and released the shot.
At that moment, the eyes of all twenty thousand-plus fans in the arena were fixed on the basketball, as though it carried the dreams and hopes of the whole world.
At the same time, they were worried, as if they feared that after bearing so many dreams and hopes, the ball might start to wobble and fall.
But the facts proved their worries unnecessary.
Even carrying all those dreams and hopes, the basketball remained light as a swallow. It continued steadily toward its intended target, tracing an orange path through the air.
In the end, like a stone sinking into the sea, it dropped into the basket with a plunk.
The next moment, the Nets splashed inside the hoop.
The arena instantly erupted like crashing mountains and roaring seas. 122:120—the Lakers took a two-point lead on Dauding's mid-range shot.
This left the entire Pistons team stunned, especially their coaching staff. They were stunned beyond stunned.
They had expected