Memphis Five

The Cavaliers' defensive focus was entirely on Link. Even the big men, Varejao and Love, were ready at any moment to collapse on Link if he drove.

James had said before the game that even using three men to trap Link would not be excessive. The image of Link making a game-winning layup through the simultaneous coverage of the Heat's Big Three last season still occasionally jolted James awake from his sleep.

The Cavaliers had committed nearly all their resources to Link, which also meant Dion Waiters had to face Jimmy Butler's offense alone. He would be completely isolated!

James stretched out an arm in front of Link, cutting off his passing lane. But Link made no attempt to shake free of the defense. He simply stood where he was, watching Butler and Waiters in the distance.

"Damn it!" James gritted his teeth. Was Link really that confident in letting Butler play one-on-one? It was as if Jimmy Butler were Link's own Kelly Irving.

This time, Waiters did not completely leave Butler open. He believed he had merely been careless just now, and he had no intention of being treated like a pushover.

"Come on! You think your luck can last forever? Give the ball to Link and run away with your tail between your legs, asshole!" Waiters pressed up aggressively, spewing trash talk as he did.

At 2.03 meters, Butler was unquestionably outstanding for a shooting guard. Looking down at the merely 1.93-meter Waiters, he could not help but show a little disdain in his eyes.

"Damn, he actually looks down on me!" Waiters reached out for a steal, but Butler protected the ball perfectly.

Even Link could not easily strip Butler, let alone Waiters.

Waiters came up empty, and Butler seized the opening like a cheetah, bursting through