With 59 seconds left in the game, Popovich called a timeout.
The replay of Leonard pinning Link's shot against the backboard was still playing on the big screen.
This was undoubtedly a legendary defensive duel, but in a situation like this, they still needed to score to win.
"Damn, he could block a shot like that? What a freak!"
After returning to the bench, Wade was the first to complain about Leonard's block. That terrifying second-jump ability—Wade reckoned that even at his peak, he might not have been able to pull it off.
"Link's block on that dunk in the first quarter was even more freakish. Neither of those two is a good guy." Randolph, who had barely played today, shook his head.
He figured that with today's level of defensive intensity, he would not have been much help even if he had played.
"Yeah, yeah. Good thing you two are guarding each other today. With defense like that, who else could handle it?" Conley shook his head in amazement as well. Leonard had switched onto him once earlier in the game.
The result was that Leonard had forcibly ripped the ball right out of Conley's hands.
Link, on the other hand, remained silent. He was still thinking about how to deal with Leonard.
If even getting him off his feet did not work, then the usual methods would not work either.
Joerger did not have any great ideas now either. He knew very well that under the Spurs' terrifying defense, the plays he drew up might not even be executed.
To put it bluntly, the outcome of this game was now in the hands of Link and Leonard.
Whichever of them defeated the other first, that team would win.
The game quickly resumed, and both sides went with their