Lin Yi's thinking was straightforward. If the Heat wanted to play small, then the Knicks would simply hit them head-on. The logic was simple
Lin Yi's thinking was straightforward. If the Heat wanted to play small, then the Knicks would simply hit them head-on.
The logic was simple: Miami couldn't withstand New York's relentless crashing of the boards. Every time the Knicks forced their way into the frontcourt, it wasn't just about a chance to score — it was also about denying the Heat an opportunity on the other end. For Lin Yi, that exchange of possessions was gold.
So, as the third quarter opened, Mike D'Antoni threw out a new look. Danny Green got the nod, with Billups and Gallinari spacing the floor alongside him. It was a clear statement: we're going to stretch you, and we're going to run.
Lin Yi remembered vividly from watching back in the 2010–11 season — the Mavericks had broken through largely because of their interior edge. By contrast, Miami's frontcourt always felt undersized. Haslem, tough as he was, didn't have the length. Bosh? Skilled, yes, but too lean to handle the constant pounding from what fans were already calling the frontcourt combination.
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With a plan in place when the third quarter began, that adjustment punished the Heat immediately.
Green, who had been quiet before, suddenly came alive. His quick-trigger threes cracked the game open and forced Spoelstra to burn two timeouts in rapid succession. The Heat coach had little choice but to send Joel Anthony in, just to stop the bleeding on the glass.
But even with that, James and Wade had to shoulder almost everything. In their desperate push to drag Miami back into the game, James gambled on offense, often leaving Lin Yi for Bosh to handle. It worked in spurts, but the trade-off was obvious: as soon as James and Wade went into full-on attack mode, the Knicks matched them basket for basket.
That was the real problem. You can trade blows, but if the other guy keeps landing punches too, where's the comeback coming from?
Spoelstra saw the hole, but he couldn't risk throwing in James Jones or Mike Miller. Both could shoot, yes, but defensively they were huge liabilities. And on this night, Green punished Miami for every inch of space. By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, the Knicks' role players had done their part, and the Heat were left trying to claw back with tired legs.
It wasn't that the Heat were beaten by some knockout punch — it was more like a slow, suffocating grind. New York never let them breathe.
By the end, only LeBron managed to hit two threes for Miami. It wasn't nearly enough. James and Wade looked visibly drained midway through the final period, their defensive energy dipping, and from that point the Knicks steadily pulled away.
Final score: Knicks 106, Heat 89.
Seventy points in the second half. Few in the Garden believed that was possible after the way the first half unfolded, but New York had done it.
Stat lines told the story.
James poured in 20 points with 8 rebounds and 3 assists in 42 minutes.
Wade chipped in 21 and 7.
Bosh had 20 and 7 of his own.
On paper, not bad at all — 61 combined points from the Big Three should usually give Miami a fighting chance. But the rest of the roster went ice cold. For Heat fans, it was painful. The stars were NBA level, but the support cast? Tonight, it felt more like CBA.
The Knicks' defensive scheme was clear: force isolation. Make Wade and James do the heavy lifting, bleed their energy, and deny them the chance to create for others. It worked. Only seven combined assists between the two, and both looked worn down by the closing stretch.
On the other end, Danny Green was the unsung hero. In just 18 minutes, he buried six of seven threes, scoring 18 vital points. Without that spark, the game could've turned into a tense grind.
Lin Yi himself wasn't lights out in terms of efficiency — 10-for-24 from the field, 2-for-5 from deep — but he imposed his will everywhere else. His 33 points, 19 rebounds, and 5 assists were capped off by two huge blocks. He missed only two free throws out of thirteen. His presence shaped the rhythm of the game.
Tyson Chandler was another silent hammer: 10 points, 15 rebounds, 9 of them offensive. Every board felt like a dagger to Miami's morale.
James and Wade skipped post-game interviews. The loss stung. LeBron especially looked frustrated; this wasn't why he'd come to Miami. The whole point of The Decision was to escape nights like these — grinding losses that made him doubt whether the Heat could ever dominate the East. Wade felt the tension too. He knew the weight on LeBron's shoulders, but he didn't have the answers either.
Meanwhile, Lin Yi kept his tone measured in front of the cameras:
"We were fortunate tonight. The Heat are a very strong team. If we meet again in the playoffs, we'll be ready to fight them."
A reporter tried to push him into a headline.
"Come on. Can't you give us a little something extra for the papers?"
Lin Yi winked.
"No, no. I'm a humble guy. You won't get that from me."
The victory made him happy, of course, but he wasn't losing perspective. He knew Green's hot hand had been decisive tonight. Without that, Miami's late push might have dragged the Knicks into dangerous waters.
Still, one thing was clear to him — the Heat's star power was terrifying. Facing them in a playoff series would be nothing like a regular season clash. But Lin Yi also believed this: with each meeting, with each test, he'd grow stronger. The Knicks would grow stronger.
And somewhere deep down, he couldn't help but smile at the thought. Every great challenge was just another step toward leveling up.
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Winning the Christmas War gave some of the Knicks a jolt of belief. No bulls**t of the first game being a season opener and Miami players being rusty.
The funny thing was, most of the players themselves hadn't even realized how strong they could be together. That night was a reminder — this wasn't just about one man carrying the load. It was about a group learning to push through, side by side.
Shaquille O'Neal, never shy with words, was almost giddy afterwards. The big man was already daydreaming.
"Man, if I make the All-Star this season, and if we can get a ring too…" he chuckled, throwing his hands wide. "I'll be able to call up those folks back in L.A. and say, 'Hey, I've got five now. How do you like that?'".
But celebrations were short-lived. The NBA doesn't hand out breathers just because you've beaten the Heat. What waited for the Knicks after Christmas was a brutal stretch of schedule.
They'd played fewer games than almost anyone else up to that point, but the league doesn't forget. Eighty-two games must be completed, and this next wave included three sets of back-to-backs, plus a string of matchups with the Lakers, Mavericks, and other Western heavyweights. For New York, there would be no coasting.
Lin Yi, for his part, didn't bother flipping through the post-game reports. He knew what the headlines would be: wall-to-wall coverage of LeBron, Wade, and himself. Instead, he scrolled briefly through his phone before tossing it aside. Basketball chatter was endless, and he'd rather rest.
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Elsewhere, though, in Oklahoma City, another star was reading the morning coverage with growing irritation. Kevin Durant had just dropped 44 points in a thrilling duel with Carmelo Anthony — Melo finished with 36 — and Durant had led the Thunder to a big win. On most nights, that was the story of the league. But not on Christmas. Not when the Knicks had just dismantled Miami.
When Durant logged onto his social media burner, ready to bask in a wave of praise, what he found instead were endless posts about New York.
"The Lone Hero of Christmas: Lin Yi leads Knicks past Heat."
"Defend New York! Lin Yi drops 33 in a statement win."
"Move aside — the brightest star on Christmas Eve wears blue and orange."
Durant stared at his phone, baffled.
"…Seriously? My 44 doesn't count? Do you people know how hard that was?"
Across the room, Russell Westbrook saw his teammate's expression and immediately stepped in before things got messy.
"Bro, chill. Don't throw that phone, alright?"
Durant sighed, half-laughing at his own frustration. "Yeah, yeah, okay Russell."
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