Wemby kept attacking the basket, drawing fouls.
It really was an effective tactic.
The reason they hadn't used it in the earlier games was that doing so would have given their opponents time to come up with a counter.
Now they were in Game 6, and the Kings needed just one more win to claim the championship. If they used this tactic now and won the game, the Hornets wouldn't even have a chance to figure out how to counter it.
Old Master Bo was Old Master Bo.
As Wang Yi stepped up to the free-throw line, he once again marveled at Old Master Bo's wisdom.
Then he picked up the ball and sank the free throw with ease.
By then, the Hornets' head coach had taken Wemby out of the game.
He sent in their backup center instead.
Seeing that, Kings coach De'Anthony immediately wanted to put Bond in.
After all, this was the best time to extend the lead, and Bond was far more capable offensively than Doug.
But Wang Yi turned to the coach and said,
"No, Coach. Please keep Doug in. Doug, Danny, and I can keep attacking their interior together. Their backup center isn't as good as Wemby. If we keep going at him, we might draw more fouls."
"That'll extend our lead and get their big men into foul trouble faster. We get the best of both worlds."
De'Anthony nodded.
Wang Yi patted Bond on the shoulder and said,
"007, don't worry. I've got other uses for you. I'm not going to leave you sitting on the bench all game."
Bond had been about to go in, and Wang Yi had insisted he stay on the bench. The least he could do was reassure him.
Bond nodded firmly.
"Boss, don't worry. You don't have