In Old Master Bo's view, Danny had speed and hops.
His drives to the basket could draw a foul from Wemby. As for Doug, that went without saying. The guy knew exactly how to draw fouls from his opponents.
With Wang Yi's basketball IQ, he should know to make use of those two.
That was the level James, Paul, and Old Master Bo were on.
Most people could only see the first level, or at most the second.
James and Paul could see the third level, and with a bit of luck, the fourth.
Old Master Bo, on the other hand, could see all the way to the fifth.
Wang Yi returned to the backcourt to defend, still hounding LaMelo Ball. The Hornets had no choice but to feed the ball to the post.
On Wemby's next possession, he protected the ball with both hands while being double-teamed and turned his body slightly.
Because he was so tall, when he held the ball with both hands, his elbows were level with Doug's face. As he turned, his elbow swept toward Doug.
Normally, that elbow wouldn't have come anywhere near Doug's face. But Doug had eyes in the back of his head and ears open to everything. The moment he saw the elbow coming, he actually leaned his face right into it.
Thump!
Doug went down with the contact.
The referee blew the whistle immediately.
Whether Wemby had done it intentionally or not, the fact was that his elbow had hit Doug in the face. There was nothing wrong with calling an offensive foul.
Wemby spread his long arms and looked at the referee with an aggrieved expression.
"Come on! That guy moved his face into my elbow. He faked it!"
The referee didn't care what he had to say.
Wemby's