Even with the coach repeatedly yelling at him to pass, Wang Shiyu still refused.
Instead, he kept trying to dribble past the double-team by force.
When he finally reached midfield, he lost the ball again under pressure from the two defenders.
Gaden, the head coach on the sidelines, was getting anxious.
He wanted to call Wang Shiyu over and talk to him, but football wasn't basketball. There were no timeouts.
And taking Wang Shiyu off was out of the question. He was the absolute heart of the team.
All the coach could do was fret. There was nothing else he could do.
Wang Shiyu wouldn't listen—or, more likely, he was so caught up in the game that nothing else mattered.
The opposing coach watched Wang Shiyu's reckless style of play and smiled.
He said to the team leader standing beside him, "That number zero on the other team has great talent and solid basic skills, but he's too stubborn. If he were under my wing, I'd definitely straighten him out. It's such a waste to have him at Foresthill."
The teacher nodded in agreement. "That kid's probably gotten carried away."
On the next play, Wang Shiyu got the ball in the backfield. The two opposing players had already taken up positions at midfield, ready to double-team him as soon as he came near.
Wang Shiyu got the ball and used a feint to get past one defender.
Seeing the two defenders ahead of him, the head coach cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Pass! Pass it quickly!"
Nicole and Anjiali shouted at him from the sidelines, too. "Pass the ball!"
But Wang Shiyu still didn't pass.
When he was less than five meters from the halfway line and the two defenders were closing in to double-team him, Wang