Wang Yi replied:
"Without a doubt, Old Master Bo is the toughest opponent I've ever faced. When you're up against him, you can feel that he'll target every aspect of your game, and amplify even your smallest weakness."
"So you can't afford to make the slightest mistake. That's why going up against him is incredibly difficult."
The reporter nodded, then asked Wang Yi, "Now, how would you rate your opponent, Old Master Bo, and the players under him, especially Carl?"
Wang Yi spared no praise for Old Master Bo.
"As everyone knows, the old master is already a legendary coach, one of the greatest head coaches in history. His teams have always achieved excellent results."
"Let me put it this way: without Old Master Bo, there would be no Spurs. The results the Spurs have achieved over the past few years, including this year, are all thanks to Old Master Bo. He's undoubtedly a great head coach."
On the surface, there wasn't anything wrong with what Wang Yi had said.
But in reality, he was taking a shot at the Spurs, too.
Every sentence praised Old Master Bo, yet not one mentioned the Spurs' players.
It was as if no one but Old Master Bo deserved any credit for the Spurs' success.
That could also sow resentment toward Old Master Bo among the Spurs' players.
Old Master Bo had set a trap for the Kings and tried to drive a wedge between them during his interview. Naturally, Wang Yi wasn't about to let him get away with it.
In his interview, he went on about how outstanding and formidable Old Master Bo was, without saying a word about the Spurs' players.
He wanted Old Master Bo to feel a little miserable, too.
After all, China was a land of courtesy,