Gao Feng was a little surprised.
Wang Yi's stamina tonight was almost absurdly good.
The other players were all exhausted by now.
Just look at Juan on the other team. He was in such great shape and had scored 33 points and grabbed 15 rebounds this game. But after playing so hard, his steps had clearly slowed, he couldn't jump as high, and he wasn't as quick anymore.
And he'd only played 36 minutes.
Wang Yi, meanwhile, was just a few seconds away from playing all 48 minutes. He'd already put up 93 points and 12 rebounds, yet he looked as relaxed as if he'd only just started warming up.
And the two of them were eleven years apart in age.
On the bench, Charlie Hannum and the others watched Wang Yi sink another deep three-pointer as the crowd erupted in cheers. They gritted their teeth.
Did this damn guy ever get tired?
Had he grown up on performance-enhancing drugs?
They demanded that the formula cans from his childhood be inspected.
The head coach, Dako, was nervously laying out their defense for the next possession.
"All right. We'll start with man-to-man defense. If they pass the ball inside to Juan, we'll send two defenders to double-team him. But remember, it's not a real double-team. It's a fake. Make it ambiguous: look like you're going to double, but keep your attention on the player you're guarding."
"Juan's young and inexperienced. He'll think it's a real double-team and pass the ball out. Then you can get back to your own man and stop him from taking a three. If we can hold on for these few seconds, we'll still have five minutes to grind them down."
"Pang Bo, stick to Juan. Don't give him any chance to shoot uncontested!"
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