Getting his teammates to work harder out of shame was why Wang Yi had taken all the blame by himself at the press conference.
Of course, as the team's leader, he had to take responsibility.
But he couldn't simply take the blame and let those guys get off scot-free.
Instead, he took the blame to spur them on and make them work even harder.
The Playoffs used a 2-2-1-1-1 format.
Game 5 would return to San Antonio.
The Kings practiced for another day in Sacramento, then headed to San Antonio the following day.
That evening, in the general manager's office at the AT&T Center.
Old Master Bo sat behind the general manager's desk.
He was both the team's coach and its general manager, with full control over trades.
The benefits were obvious.
He could sign the players he wanted according to his own team-building philosophy and assemble the team he wanted.
Coaches on other teams, by contrast, usually had to ask the general manager for the players they wanted.
If the two didn't share the same vision, the coach wouldn't be able to get the players he wanted.
Old Master Bo was studying the game footage from the previous match. He hadn't just watched the game itself; he'd also watched the postgame press conference.
When he saw Wang Yi take the blame of his own accord, his brow furrowed slightly.
Assistant coach Seders noticed Popo's expression and asked, "Coach, is there a problem? As the leader of a team, he took all the blame after they lost. I don't see anything wrong with that."
Popo glanced at the young coach Seders. "Seders, you're still too young. What Wang Yi did is certainly fine for his team, but it's a problem for us."
Seders looked puzzled. "What problem?"
Popo gently