The Raptors Head Coach watched Wang Yi's postgame press conference on his tablet, his expression serious.
The more he watched, the deeper his frown grew.
What Wang Yi had said completely rejected the coaching approach he'd used over the first ten games. It was almost as if he were rejecting everything he'd learned during his four years with the Warriors.
Habits were the hardest things to change. Getting someone to leave their comfort zone and learn something new was no easy task.
The assistant coach beside him said, "I know what Wang Yi said goes against what most people believe. But since we can't make this approach work, shouldn't we try a different one?"
Coach Jin still had a deep frown on his face. He furrowed his brow whenever he was thinking.
If this approach wasn't working, they could try another one—but did that mean Wang Yi's approach was definitely right?
In today's small-ball era, playing old-school basketball seemed downright heretical. Even an old-school coach like Popovich didn't play retro basketball in this era.
Just as he was hesitating, his phone rang.
He glanced at it and saw that the call was from the team owner, Tamim. He hurriedly picked up.
"Boss, what can I do for you?"
Tamim's voice came through the phone. "You watched that video of Wang Yi's postgame press conference, right?"
Jin nodded. "I did."
"What did you think?"
Tamim asked.
Anyone who made it to head coach was bound to have decent people skills. Since Tamim had brought it up, Jin understood what he meant. He nodded.
"I think he hit the nail on the head. We can give it a try."
Tamim chuckled. "You think so too? Great. Let's play the way Wang Yi suggested."
Generally speaking, professionals handled professional matters, and owners didn't