"God Yan" and the "Baby-Faced God" Lock Eyes!

Westbrook and Durant had always been strong at attacking the rim.

If they beat the perimeter defense and drove inside, only to find the restricted area weakly defended—or completely undefended, wide open—

Then scoring became especially easy.

Boom!

Boom!

The young and fiery Westbrook and the healthy Durant charged inside, raising fire to burn the heavens as they both finished with dunks.

Westbrook had always liked ending plays in such a violent fashion.

When choosing between two options during a drive, Durant would prioritize the mid-range shot.

But once he got inside, those two options became a dunk or a layup.

Both were finishes off the drive, so naturally, a dunk was easier and boosted the team's morale more.

"Oh, no!"

Chandler clutched his head.

It was bad enough that he could not grab rebounds. In off-ball physical battles, Cousins was also overpowering him, leaving him unable to properly defend the Thunder's other players as they attacked the basket in the restricted area.

That frustrated him greatly.

It immediately diminished his impact on the court.

This was not what he wanted to be doing on the court.

"Damn it!"

Chandler gritted his teeth, deeply displeased.

If he had been ten years younger, he definitely could have gone head-to-head with Cousins.

He might even have done to Cousins what Cousins was doing to him—holding him firmly behind his back and creating excellent attacking lanes for his teammates.

But no one could refuse to accept age.

Tonight, Chandler truly was no match for Cousins. Whether on offense or defense, he was getting completely destroyed.

It felt like Su Yan facing Durant, getting blown apart on both ends of the floor.

Chandler, a championship-winning blue-collar player, was being completely suppressed by a second-year rookie.

There was no helping it.

In the NBA, hard