With just over eight minutes gone in the first quarter, the score was 20-8.
Barcelona Team was playing incredibly stifled.
Enrique had originally designed many targeted tactics before the game.
But for some reason, none of those tactics had any effect.
If you could imagine trying to slap someone only for your wrist to be caught, then you could understand exactly how Barcelona Team felt right now.
More importantly, as the game went on, Barcelona Team's morale had already fallen to rock bottom.
Even in El Clásico, if they kept getting beaten down like this, it would be a miracle if their morale could rise.
At the end of the first quarter, the score was 24-12. One side had literally scored twice as much as the other.
"Paul, you're going in at the start of the second quarter."
Enrique's tone was far from pleasant.
After two years of play, Gasol had become Barcelona Team's unquestionable anchor in the paint.
But tonight, for some reason, his performance could only be described as disastrous.
This was not the Regular Season, where playing badly still meant there would be another game.
This was the La Liga Final! And it was Single Elimination!
Win, or go home.
A loss meant losing an entire season, and the opponent was their sworn enemy.
Gasol said nothing and headed onto the court with his head lowered.
When the second quarter began, both sides had their starters resting on the bench.
Games in Europe only had ten-minute quarters, but the physicality on the court was brutal. The stamina drain was no less than in the NBA.
Gasol checking in was still surprising, since he had only been subbed out for two minutes.
However, Laso did not make an immediate substitution. If Real Madrid Team could stabilize the lead