There was 1:02 left.
The Knicks led by 3.
The Lakers had the ball.
Su Yan and Kobe couldn't stop each other.
The game had entered a full-blown battle, and either team looked capable of claiming the win.
But...
Su Yan was hitting Three-pointers, while Kobe was hitting Two-pointers.
Even if they kept trading baskets, Su Yan could use one Three-pointer after another to give his team the lead.
The Knicks would be the victors.
Kobe knew that very well, but that wasn't the area where he truly excelled.
Under the pressure of Su Yan's DPOY-level defense, he could score with the tools he was better at: attacking the basket and shooting fadeaways.
That was already impressive.
He couldn't just step outside his comfort zone.
Wouldn't that be a slow suicide?!
Kobe's overwhelming desire to win would never let him commit slow suicide.
He planned to make the most of his offense first, then focus on defense.
Two-pointers were better than Three-pointers, but if he locked down Su Yan's Three-pointers, Su Yan could score only two points at most.
If he succeeded on defense, those would be two points he'd genuinely prevented.
That was how Kobe planned to attack.
For now... he had to focus on offense.
If he couldn't make this possession count, everything else would be pointless.
"Here I come, Su Yan!"
Kobe stared hard at Su Yan and shouted.
Su Yan said nothing, but settled into his defensive stance.
This was Game 5 of the NBA Finals, on his home court. Tonight, he was going to end it all.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Kobe slowly crossed the ball in front of him. He wasn't moving especially fast, his body swaying rhythmically with the ball.
Kobe kept reading the defense, watching every movement of Su Yan's feet. The instant