Michael Jordan, watching from the sidelines, nodded and said:
"The Lakers are in great form today!"
Yao Ming beside him also nodded.
"That's right, they've made all four of their opening possessions!"
"And three of those four possessions were three-pointers!"
"Just four possessions into the game, the Lakers have already scored 11 points.
Meanwhile, the Pistons have been efficient to start as well, but not nearly as efficient as the Lakers."
Shaquille O'Neal beamed.
"The Lakers have looked very dominant since taking the court today. Two minutes in, they lead 11-6!"
At that moment, Pistons Head Coach Billups called a Timeout.
Normally, in an NBA game, as long as the point difference was under 15 points in the opening minutes, it was basically no big deal.
If you watched NBA games often, you would notice that an early lead was not really a lead, and an early deficit was not really a deficit, because it could be erased very easily.
Conversely, the later the game went, the harder it became to overcome a deficit.
So being down five points two minutes into the game was nothing at all.
But Billups still called a Timeout, because his opponent was Wang Yi.
Over the years, Wang Yi had played so many games, and Billups had watched so many of them. They had even faced each other in the Finals for several consecutive years. He understood Wang Yi too well. Against Wang Yi, you had to be extremely careful and could not make even the slightest mistake. The moment you made one, sorry, but the game was basically over.
That feeling had not been especially obvious in the earlier Finals games.
But he knew that the more critical the game and the more crucial the clutch moment, the stronger Wang Yi's fighting spirit