With a beautiful four-point play, Link effectively cut into the deficit.
Of course, the Clippers still had a firm grip on the game. Seeing Link complete the four-point play, Doc Rivers did not feel nervous at all. If anything, he was more pleased by Link's misfortune.
Yes, your three-point shot was accurate, your transition speed was fast, and that four-point play at the end was spectacular.
But what did it matter? No matter how well you played, the Clippers would still be the winners today. That was something that could not be changed!
Just thinking about how Link could only serve as the Clippers' foil despite playing so well made Rivers secretly delighted.
Next, the Grizzlies could either foul the Clippers or let them run down the clock.
No matter which they chose, it was just the classic choice between two bottles of poison—either way, they were dead!
Beverley slowly brought the ball across half court, and time began to drain away quickly.
Just as Rivers was preparing to smugly watch the Grizzlies struggle desperately for survival, a black shadow suddenly darted out, catching even Beverley, who had the ball, completely off guard.
Link had long set his sights on Beverley. Besides fouling or letting time slip away, he had a third option—steal the basketball outright!
Link would drink neither of the two bottles of poison Rivers had prepared.
So, the moment Beverley entered his stealing range, Link pounced like a hungry wolf, decisively and swiftly claiming his prey.
Link's burst was so fast that Beverley did not even have time to pass to Leonard!
The ball in his hands was poked loose by Link's outstretched arm. By the time Beverley tried to regain control, Link had already used his powerful body to shield him off.
The Clippers' primary ball