Jenkins felt as if he were standing naked in front of Wang Yi, letting him look him over.
Earlier, he'd drawn up a play for Morant to pass to Adams, but James had seen through it.
At the time, he'd thought that was just because of James's experience and Basketball IQ.
But then he changed his strategy and had Morant pass to Jones and Bane.
The Kings, who had always double-teamed Morant, only pretended to double-team him this time. In reality, their attention was on Bane and Jones.
In other words, Wang Yi had read his thoughts in advance.
Damn, that had given him a serious scare.
Starting in the final five minutes, he'd felt that Wang Yi could predict every move he was going to make.
It was as if Wang Yi had him in the palm of his hand on every possession.
No, every second of every minute.
The feeling sent chills down his spine.
This guy had turned the arena into a horror movie.
The Kings players were also utterly in awe of Wang Yi.
He'd accounted for every move the other team might make and seen through their every action well in advance.
That kind of ability was truly astonishing.
Even Paul and James, who were both renowned for their Basketball IQ, were amazed.
They'd seen plenty of coaches with high Basketball IQ. Popovich was one, but they'd never seen anyone who could completely control the other team on every possession—or even keep the opposing head coach in his grip every second of every minute.
They'd never encountered anyone like that.
James even put himself in Jenkins's shoes. If he were Jenkins, he figured his own spine would be crawling with chills right about now.
After a few more possessions, the lead had grown to twelve