For the Pelicans, playing at home would be their only advantage in Game 7.
But there was also some relatively good news.
Because of the immense pressure from public opinion, the league had not added a suspension for Davis.
In other words, Davis could play in the final Game 7.
But even so, after leading 3-1 and then being tied by the Cavaliers in such a manner, the Pelicans' morale had inevitably fallen.
They could endure one or two games like that, perhaps even three, but with the Cavaliers enjoying such overwhelming support from the league, the difficulty of winning Game 7 was obvious.
This could be felt when the team returned to New Orleans for practice. Their morale was at its lowest point since entering the Finals.
But one person was the exact opposite.
"Trevor, did you skip breakfast this morning? Your defense is softer than a woman's!"
"Ju, your defensive positioning is so terrible. Are you asking me to drop 50 on your head?!"
"Nikola, did the referees scare you so badly that you don't even want to try stopping me from scoring anymore?!"
Tang Tian constantly fired trash talk at his teammates, and it was obvious from his actions that he was furious.
Even veterans like Holiday had never seen him like this.
Tang Tian had truly been enraged.
That anger quickly spread to his teammates. With no referees on the practice court, the Pelicans' defensive intensity returned in force.
Even the team's morale rose considerably.
After suffering such unfair calls, anger was the only thing that could change their morale.
After the training session ended, Stevens did not even dare speak to Tang Tian.
But Davis still took the initiative to approach him.
"I'm sorry. Last game was my fault. I won't make the same