Those hostile reporters were hinting at Coach Finch, trying to get him to say that Wang Yi had pulled some kind of trick behind the scenes.
But they didn't dare make their insinuations too obvious. After all, Wang Yi's legal team was no pushover.
They'd even driven a famous American commentator like Stephen A. Smith into bankruptcy.
And these reporters were just small-time journalists.
Besides, even if Smith went bankrupt, he had connections and resources. He could get back on his feet in no time.
But if reporters like them went bankrupt, they'd probably have no choice but to head to a shelter.
Coach Finch had entered the NBA as an assistant coach in 2011, and by now he'd spent more than twenty years in the league.
He'd seen plenty in his time.
He saw through the reporters' little tricks at a glance.
He glanced at Juan beside him, then smiled at the reporters gathered there.
"Juan and I feel the same way. You're not going to find anything you can use to smear Wang Yi from us."
"As for why Juan's condition changed so much around those three timeouts, I think there may be one reason: fatigue."
"If you've ever done physical labor, you've probably experienced this. When you're doing a physically demanding job, you may not feel too tired if you just keep going. But if you stop and rest for a while, you'll find you don't want to move again. All you want is to lie in bed and sleep."
"As you all saw, Juan faced three opposing centers in rotation during the first half. He kept attacking and defending through their constant physical play, which took a tremendous toll on his stamina."
"Wang Yi took advantage of that. He called three timeouts in a row in