Finals Single-Game Scoring Record
With one minute left, the Kings still led by 5 points.
After Steve Nash called a timeout, both teams returned to the court.
The Nets had possession.
The Kings' five players set up on defense. If they could get a stop, the Nets would be as good as dead.
More than 17,000 fans in the arena spontaneously began chanting in unison.
"Defense!"
"Defense!"
"Defense!"
Even Beckham, Daenerys Targaryen, Yao Ming, Jay Chou, and the others sitting courtside joined in.
"Defense!"
"Defense!"
In the fourth row of the stands, Wang Yi's mother gripped Wang Jianhua's arm tightly.
She was clearly very nervous too.
Wang Jianhua stared intently at the players on the court.
He had seen countless big moments, but even he couldn't help feeling nervous now.
In the ninth row, Wang Yiren clasped her hands in front of her chest.
It was as if her heart would leap right out of her chest if she weren't holding it down.
In a private box on the fourth floor, Anjiali and Nicole were holding hands as well.
They could both feel how damp the other's palm was.
It wasn't a game-winning shot at the last second, but somehow they seemed more nervous than ever.
After all, Wang Yi had taken every shot for his team in this game. If they could still win under those circumstances, then this game—and Wang Yi—would surely go down in history.
Durant brought the ball into the Kings' half. Beverley was still defending him.
Beverley grinned at Durant. "You know how the Kings usually handle this kind of situation?"
"He'll just take a backcourt three."
"Of course, you can't do that, so just take a Logo three."
"What? You can't even make a Logo three? All right, all right, I won't