Entangled! Must Be Entangled!

Intermission.

Lakers' substitute bench.

The players' faces were grim.

"WTF?!"

Artest exploded in frustration, cursing, "We've been putting immense defensive pressure on Su Yan.

His defense is suffocating, a place ordinary people can't even move.

And yet... Su Yan can still score, he can score so unreasonably.

Why can he keep making shots!"

"He's a complete monster!"

Humphries' scalp tingled too. "Whenever Su Yan gets the ball, it makes you panic.

Whenever he shoots, it feels like he's guaranteed to make it.

Facing a player like this, I honestly don't know how to defend him.

Fifty points in three quarters of the Finals, this is not something a human can do!!!"

"This is getting tricky!"

Paul looked solemn, glancing at Kobe and Phil Jackson. "Are we going to keep trading baskets?!

I think...

if we let this continue, Su Yan might actually break our entire team single-handedly, right here on our home court.

Yes.

I know it sounds crazy.

But... Su Yan has been doing this all along, and he's doing it exceptionally well right now.

We need to be vigilant!"

Kobe narrowed his eyes. "Continue increasing defensive intensity?! But... we've already been defending very seriously.

The reason we're spreading the defense is because we're defending more diligently, more forcefully, and more effectively.

We haven't lowered our defensive intensity on Su Yan because we were defending Stephen and George.

However...

he's still scoring.

This isn't a problem we can solve.

Listen, offense is the best defense. Since we can't stop Su Yan, let him score.

On our offensive possessions, we execute our offense.

Then we'll be invincible!"

Kobe's words sounded reasonable.

But... when your opponent has a superstar who dropped 50 points in three quarters, an MVP and Finals MVP level player, it's really hard to just let him score.