When Wang Yi noticed that the Thunder had tightened their grip on the boards, he adjusted accordingly and directed the players on the court:
"They've stepped up their rebounding, but are we going to let them have their way? No!"
"Little Fatty, stay in the paint. Don't go out. If they want to shoot from mid- or long range, let them. You stay in the paint and grab the rebounds!"
"Dauding, stick to Holmgren like glue. If he tries to go after a rebound with Little Fatty, box him out and keep him from getting inside."
Dauding was a little slow on his feet and couldn't stop Holmgren from driving, but when it came to rebounding, his weight gave him an advantage over Holmgren. He should be able to keep Holmgren boxed out.
As long as Dauding kept Holmgren from going after rebounds, Pang Bo would have a huge strength advantage over Xiao Qiao under the basket and could collect the rebounds with ease.
Meanwhile, Wang Yi prowled near the paint like a shark waiting for its prey.
The moment the ball was tipped away, he would dart toward it, like a shark catching the scent of blood and lunging at its prey.
It was the Thunder's turn to attack again.
This time, they fed the ball inside to Xiao Qiao.
Although Xiao Qiao knew he was weaker than Pang Bo, he had a five-centimeter height advantage and a seven-centimeter edge in wingspan, so he didn't think much of Pang Bo.
After all, Pang Bo was only a second-year player just starting out, while Xiao Qiao had been in the league for nearly ten years.
After receiving the ball, he feinted with his shoulder to the left, then turned to the right and put up a left-handed hook shot.
But