After the timeout, James charged hard to the basket again and drew another defensive foul from Siakam.
He improved this time, making one of his two free throws.
But after getting just 1 point here, Tang Tian saw that the Lakers' collapse into the paint was not thorough enough when he drove back down the other end and charged straight at the basket.
Lopez came over to help, but he was at a disadvantage not only in speed, but in physicality as well.
Tang Tian ignored him, forced the ball in, and drew his defensive foul.
2+1!
The cheers from the on-site fans had already exploded.
If they double-teamed Tang Tian with everything they had, the Pelicans could carry over their shooting touch from the previous game, and their other players could score.
If they did not double-team Tang Tian with everything they had, Tang "Double Team" Tian could truly beat them to death by himself.
Back when Tang Tian dropped 102 points, it had been on this very court, against the Lakers as well.
Vogel stared blankly. Forget hallucinations—he was nearly losing his senses altogether.
Having experienced the first four games of the series, he knew exactly what level the other Pelicans players were at.
In his view, their performance in the previous game had been an extraordinary overachievement.
He had never imagined that the Pelicans could sustain something like Superhuman performance.
Could it really have been because of the Pelicans' Unprecedented Opening Ceremony before the game?
Did Tang Tian really possess Eastern Magic?
He shook his head, casting aside that unrealistic thought.
The game was not over yet. He had to do something.
He raised his hand and called another timeout.
A wave of jeers erupted from the crowd.
Calling two timeouts in less than a minute—Vogel was