"Have you ever heard of an epic comeback that fell from the sky?"
Everyone still looked completely bewildered.
An epic comeback?
The Finals had only reached halftime of Game 1, and he was talking about an epic comeback?
Even Mitchell, who usually understood Wang Yi's thinking better than anyone, had no idea what he was getting at.
"Um, boss, we're just too dumb to understand what you mean. Could you please put it a little more simply, so people with negative IQs like us can understand?"
Everyone else felt the same way.
Wang Yi nodded.
"What I mean is, since we're going to do something great, we've got the perfect opportunity right in front of us. Why don't we just give up on the first three games and take it easy? Then, later on, we can pull off an epic comeback from 0–3 down. That way, all our names will go down in history."
"..."
After Wang Yi said that, the whole locker room fell silent for a long while.
Give up on the first three games, then play hard in Game 4?
But was he sure they'd win after throwing away the first three?
Wasn't he just talking nonsense?
If any other player had said that, the head coach probably would've smacked him upside the head.
But it was Wang Yi who'd said it.
Wang Yi had once said he'd hit a game-winner against the Lakers every game, and then he'd done it three times in a row.
So it was hard not to believe him when he made a promise.
Still, he hadn't hit a game-winner in Game 4, so there were limits to how much faith you could put in him.
In a situation like this, no one knew whether they should believe Wang Yi.
After all,