When the ball went in, the spectators in the arena didn't think much of it. It was just an alley-oop.
The players didn't think much of it either. It was just an alley-oop. Who hadn't made a few alley-oops on the court?
But Pelicans Head Coach Rondo felt a faint sense of foreboding.
Still, he reassured himself, hoping it had just been a chance bit of teamwork.
The most surprised of all were the Kings players and the Kings' coach.
They all knew that Doug and Wang Yi were sworn enemies.
The one-on-one game yesterday had made it clear: neither of them had held back.
By the end of it, they had both been battered.
Who would have thought they'd work together so seamlessly on an alley-oop today?
As a shadow fell over Pelicans Head Coach Rondo's heart, he watched Wang Yi and Doug closely.
After Doug slammed the ball in, he turned to Wang Yi, his face full of contempt.
He even cursed under his breath. "I'm only responsible for defense. Who the hell told you to pass it to me?"
Wang Yi looked just as disdainful. "Even Shaq's grandma could dunk a ball like that. You're only good for catching passes like that."
"Fuck you!"
Doug cursed.
Wang Yi chuckled. "That's the only thing you know how to say."
Rondo was a little surprised.
They'd just pulled off a beautiful play, and now they were trash-talking each other?
What was that about?
Looks like those two still didn't get along.
He'd been worried that if they teamed up, they'd give the Pelicans a hard time inside. Now, it seemed there was no need to worry.
The broadcast director cut to Wang Yi and Doug.
Both men looked at each other with contempt and disdain, all the while jawing