Halftime, in the Lakers' locker room.
The Lakers' players all looked pretty unhappy.
After all, every one of them had been blocked by Wang Yi in the second quarter.
General Barton took off his sneakers and tossed them aside, cursing under his breath. "Damn it, that guy's everywhere. He was defending out on the perimeter, and somehow he still made it into the paint to block my dunk."
Center Gordon shook his head too. "That guy's like a ghost haunting me. Every time I shoot, he blocks me."
Their star, King Arthur, didn't say a word, but his brow stayed furrowed.
Of all the Lakers, he'd been blocked by Wang Yi the most. Four of Wang Yi's thirteen blocks had been against him.
Naturally, he was pretty unhappy about it too.
Thick Eyebrows' brows had taken on an M shape.
Wang Yi had blocked him twice as well.
Coach Ham saw how down everyone was and realized that if they stayed this dispirited in the second half, the Lakers were almost certain to lose. He had to find a way to get the players fired up.
With that in mind, he clapped his hands and addressed the team:
"I know what you're all thinking. Wang Yi is incredibly strong. His scoring and shot-blocking tonight have both been far beyond anything we imagined."
"But I want to remind you that basketball is a team sport, not a one-man game. Wang Yi is the only player on the entire Kings team who's really strong. No matter how good he is, he can't take on our whole Lakers team by himself."
"So from here on, when you pass the ball, check Wang Yi's position first. Pass to players away from him, then use our strengths at the other positions to break down the