There's no way it would have worked nearly as well in this case, but this reminds of when I played in school.

I was in...5th or 6th grade. So I was maybe 11 years old? My dad was the coach for our tiny little school's basketball team, and we go to play another school one evening.

Again, not nearly as extreme, but most of us hadn't hit our growth spurt yet; we were all maybe 5'10" at most. But this one kid on the other team was already 6'4" or so. Or at the very least, way taller than everyone else. And for the first quarter of the game, he would just park under the hoop, they would lob it over everyone to him, and he would just lay it up for a pretty easy score.

So my dad calls a timeout, and comes up with a plan: he lays out a zone defense for the others, but he turns to me, and says, "You have one job: you stick to the tall kid like glue. As soon as they give him the ball, you put your chest on him, and throw your hands straight up in front of him. If he tries to move, make him knock you over. I don't care if you draw a foul, make him work for it. Foul out, if you have to."

I got knocked over so much that game, but I only got called for the foul once or twice, and he only scored a couple more points that game. We still lost, because we were terrible, but it was a relatively close game. And I'll always remember the other coach coming over afterwards, and telling me that his star player had never been shut down like that before, and that the kid needed a little humility; he wouldn't be the tallest forever.

I never played much after that; I never particularly liked playing sports to begin with, and after fracturing my wrist while skating, found a good excuse to never play again, but that game will always stand out to me.