Thunder strikes first.
Transition offense.
Curry brings the ball up, sets up on the left arc; Su Yan cuts baseline from the right, then suddenly curls back for the ball.
Durant's shaken off, but Westbrook's there.
Su Yan takes his time, looks ready to force the catch, then darts down again; Westbrook just starts to chase—
Bang!
He slams into the screening David Lee.
But… just as Su Yan said, to help Durant save face—
The whole team swarms.
Jeff Green rotates over; every Thunder eye is locked on Su Yan.
Curry's open on the perimeter—no hesitation, he rises for a three.
Clank!
A bit short.
No matter—David Lee and Tyson Chandler patrol the paint; Chandler snags the offensive board.
He looks for Su Yan.
No window.
Kicks it back to Curry.
Su Yan loops up top; OKC still shadows him, even with the ball in Curry's hands.
???
Oh, so I'm invisible now?
Then don't blame me.
Curry's baby-face stays cold—no hint of anger—he fires another three.
Never let a Shooter get two in a row.
Especially… when that Shooter is Stephen Curry.
Swish!
The perfect whip of net.
Nothing but bottom.
Change of possession.
Westbrook pushes, reads the floor, sees Durant flash to the right block.
Mismatch on McGrady, asking for it.
Su Yan drifts, ready to double.
Westbrook eyes Curry, low stance, stutter step—looks like another nitro burst—
Thud-thud-thud!
Curry backpedals.
Whoosh—
Without warning, Westbrook rises from the left elbow: pull-up jumper.
Straight-up take-off, ball high above the head, released on the way down—
For a split second his body freezes in mid-air, awkward as ever.
That's why some call his jumper the… "zombie jumper."
Swish!
Good.
Early Westbrook? Mid-range was money; leave him open and he'd make you pay.
Later years… let's not go there.
Next trip, Jeff Green on the left block, bullies David Lee, backs him down, powers to the rim.
Count it.
Same draft as Durant—fifth pick—once billed at Georgetown as "the guy who might stop Kevin."
Plenty of talent.
Three years later: Durant's a Scoring Champion all-star.
Jeff Green? Solid starting Power Forward.
Durant answers: opening dunk, then another mismatch on David Lee.
Between-the-legs, signature double-cross.
Power Forward height, guard handles—quick, tight moves that shred knees.
David Lee can't keep up.
Left in the dust.
Durant pulls up at the right elbow—his favorite.
Automatic.
Swish!
Pure.
OKC's gifted core flaunts their gifts on offense—
Buckets in bunches.
New York Knicks aren't shy either.
Curry from deep, plus drive-and-kick to keep the floor spaced.
Su Yan keeps it simpler: off-screen threes, step-backs through contact—
Or…
Contested, logic-defying bombs.
And when a break opens, with Spring Man Lv1—
Even with defenders back, he's rising for the transition slam.
Threes + leak-out dunks: Su Yan is the perfect Run-and-Gun weapon D'Antoni dreams of.
Of course—
On defense—
Su Yan gives everything; he bodies Westbrook on the downhill ramp, forces a stop.
Even when beat—
Length plus Spring Man Lv1 hops let him recover and still contest.
On Jeff Green, no tricks needed; he meets strength with strength.
Jeff Green has no counter.
Both ends… Su Yan delivers, even against OKC's freak athletes.
David Lee anchors the paint—undersized but with a nose for boards and zero fear—
Always comes down with the rock.
Offensively he's low-usage; if he has a mismatch he'll ask for it,
Otherwise—
He lives off put-backs after protecting the rim.
Tyson Chandler? Pure blue-collar—just camps in the lane.
Drive at your own risk; the lane's a no-fly zone.
Size plus wingspan erase everything at the rim.
Those two let Curry and Su Yan bomb away without a care.
Then there's McGrady.
Yeah… current-day T-Mac is cooked; he starts for ticket sales.
Injuries.
Age.
Now he's got no burst, no shot, turnstile defense—basically Allen Iverson lite.
Fine against weaker teams—
Su Yan and Curry can carry—but versus OKC he drags the pace.
Coach D'Antoni knows it.
But you pay a max, you grit your teeth and start him.
Still… after two minutes he's yanked for two-way wing Wilson Chandler.
Instantly—
Knicks look better on both ends.
OKC counters, swapping defensive stopper Sefolosha for… Harden.
With five minutes left in the first—
The thunders big three share the floor.
Wooow~
Su Yan glances at the three fresh-faced future MVPs and sighs, "Man, those were the days—and the future."
"Huh?"
Curry's face wrinkles, "What do you mean 'were'… and future?"
"Nothing!"
Su Yan shakes his head. "Eyes up—when Russell kicks it in, even a bull can't stop him!"
"Got it!"
Curry growls and sprints after Westbrook.
Westbrook's burst is real; a lot of the time he strolls, hunting a pass.
But—
Once he sees the lane and drops the throttle—nitro boost—he's at the rim in a blink.
Elevates for the tomahawk.
That explosion leaves defenders grounded or late.
Harden hasn't learned the step-back yet, Euro not smooth, but he's got tools and a hunger to attack.
Plenty of firepower.
Durant? Every touch is a mismatch—pull-up, drive, whatever—
A walking bucket.
The thunders big three turn OKC's offense into a tidal wave.
Pure firepower, Knicks can't quite match—but defense and rim protection keep it close.
For a stretch—
Both squads unload their talent, guns blazing, giving the crowd a breat
hless shootout!!!
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