Teague: All-Star Demeanor!

Joe Johnson was getting heated. That would no longer be isolation play, but... blind chucking.

Teague accurately sensed the change in Joe Johnson's mindset.

"Joe, calm down. Su Yan isn't an ordinary player. We shouldn't let him affect our mentality.

Take a moment.

Get yourself back on track. The team still needs you!"

Teague tried to comfort him.

He had no idea whether Joe Johnson would take it in.

He did what he was supposed to do, and for the time being... he would not pass him the ball.

Teague was very composed.

Most of the time, he was responsible for linking the team's offense, controlling the pace of the game, and helping every member of the "commoner Hawks" play well.

Joe Johnson was an exception.

When he was hot, he could break away from the team's rhythm and go one-on-one however he pleased. But once his shot went cold, once he got heated and started forcing isolation plays—

Teague would stop him in time, reduce his touches, and let him calm down and readjust.

At the left side of the top of the key.

Teague began controlling the ball. Facing Curry, he deliberately initiated contact. Though he was only 183 centimeters tall, his physicality was fierce.

Curry?... Still couldn't withstand it.

He could only retreat. Fortunately, his athleticism was decent enough for him to keep up and maintain defensive pressure on Teague.

But it wasn't enough.

Bang!

Teague drove into the left low post and delivered another vicious bump, knocking Curry back. He gathered and rose for a jumper with a slight fadeaway.

Curry desperately caught up, but could only provide a little interference.

Swish!

Teague knocked down the mid-range shot.

On the next possession, Teague continued targeting Curry. When George came over to help, he stayed calm, seemingly