Isolation Obsession? Billups Controls the Game!

"I'm right in front of you, and you don't even look at me? You don't treat me like a person at all!"

After Chandler sent Anthony's shot flying, he roared at him hysterically.

"Damn it!"

Anthony gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

His attention had been fixed on Su Yan the entire time, and he had completely overlooked Chandler guarding the paint.

His attack had been stopped once again.

It wasn't Su Yan's block, but... Anthony had indeed missed again.

He had already missed four or five shots in a row.

He was playing especially poorly tonight.

Meanwhile, Su Yan was getting whatever he wanted offensively—threes, drives, steals leading to fast breaks, and more.

He had it all, and his finishing efficiency was on point as well.

The difference in their performances was night and day.

"Ehh~"

Boos and mocking laughter began to rise from the stands.

"Is that it?!"

"What is this? This is supposedly a current top-three small forward?! I feel like I could do it too!"

"Nothing goes in anyway, and he can't stop anyone anyway.

He's just an 'offensive rust bucket' and a 'defensive sieve.' My grandma could play too!

And you can't bump into my grandma.

Otherwise... she'd scam you for a huge sum on defense!"

"'Sweet Melon' isn't sweet tonight. 'Sweet Melon' is so bitter tonight."

"Carmelo, stop taking the ball. If you keep playing like this, the Knicks are going to blow the game wide open."

"..."

The fans' mockery was piercing.

Anthony had already been upset, and after hearing all those snide remarks, he felt even worse and more frustrated.

He got heated.

He had to score on Su Yan and answer back.

He fell into the madness of isolation basketball.

Normally, when he got the ball, he would use