Old Master Bo's analysis of Wemby made Wang Yi and James nod repeatedly.
The old master truly lived up to his reputation. After 35 years battling in the league, he'd become a sage.
Wang Yi raised his glass to the old master, who returned the gesture.
They both took a sip.
The old master continued:
"Wemby's comeback over the past two years has gone smoothly. He hasn't hit a single obstacle. For him, Doug is that obstacle. If he gets past it, he'll ascend to a whole new level. If he doesn't, he may never become anything more."
"So what the Kings need to do is seize their chance in the first two games and take both if possible. And don't just win them—give it everything you've got and win by as much as you can. Twenty points isn't enough; thirty wouldn't be too many. Winning by forty or fifty would be ideal."
The old master clenched his fist, his voice ringing with conviction. "Crush their morale. Make them lose all hope of winning!"
At that, Wang Yi nodded.
James said, "A win would be great on its own. Winning by 20 or 30 would be difficult. Forty or fifty? That'd take a miracle. After all, the Kings' lineup is at a natural disadvantage."
Old Master Bo nodded in agreement.
Then he turned to Wang Yi. "But if you want to achieve something great, how can it ever be easy?"
Wang Yi and James nodded together.
The old master continued:
"If you beat the Hornets by a wide margin in the first two games, then even if Wemby gets past Doug in the later games, their morale will already be crushed. Their players will have lost confidence, and winning the remaining games won't be nearly as difficult."
Wang Yi found