The game resumed, and Phoenix's young players were already itching for a fight.
Beating up the league leaders and stomping Link... without a doubt, that would be one of the few glorious moments in a season where they had not won many games!
Young players were easily swayed by emotion. When they fell far behind, they quickly surrendered. But when they held the lead, they could also erupt with even greater energy.
Booker felt as though his entire body was overflowing with energy. He had not expected Link to still act so cocky after Booker had played such a perfect first quarter.
In that case, they would make the Grizzlies hurt even more.
"The second quarter has begun. I wonder whether Link's return can change the situation. In the first quarter just now, he had to leave early after picking up two fouls too soon. No doubt, Link has plenty of energy saved up."
The moment Hubie Brown finished speaking, Link got the ball.
T.J. Warren stood nervously in front of Link. Although Link had not played for very long in the first quarter, several of his beautiful offensive possessions had still left a deep impression on the third-year Warren.
Link held the ball at the top of the arc, casually dribbling. Even so, Warren did not dare rashly reach in for a steal.
Who knew whether Link was only pretending to be casual?
Link made no move for a while. He neither called for a screen nor accelerated into a drive.
Just as everyone wondered what Link was doing, he turned his head toward Conley.
"Damn it, don't think you'll get away with that!" Bledsoe pressed even tighter against Conley, cutting off the passing lane.
Yet Link grabbed the basketball one-handed and gave it a light push, passing it