"King Nuo" saw that Artest was coming to defend him, but he wasn't too nervous.
With his 2.13m height, taking on a 2.01m Artest, wasn't that like holding the upper hand? As long as he held the ball steady and found his shooting rhythm, could he really be worried about Artest's jump that could only reach his knees?
It could only be said that when pushed into a corner, that's what it becomes.
In Nowitzki's view, the Pacers were the classic case of having nowhere to turn, desperately seeking any solution, grabbing at straws, trying to see if they could catch the mouse...
He was ready, set to use this shot to shatter the Pacers' illusions!
Only...
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
