Frank wanted to look for an opportunity to pass to Wang Yi while dribbling.
But the opposing team was guarding Wang Yi very tightly.
At that moment, Wang Yi didn't seem to be making any move to receive the ball.
Frank had no choice but to dribble to the mid-range and stop.
If Frank dribbled one step farther, Holmgren would come over from the paint to defend him.
From this in-between distance, Holmgren could easily defend both him and the paint at the same time.
So if Frank didn't shoot now, dribbling to this spot would have been utterly pointless.
Before shooting, he glanced at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi nodded at him, giving Frank a little more confidence.
A textbook shooting form.
A flick of the wrist, and the ball was away.
Frank's shot was flawless—his shooting form was practically straight out of a textbook.
If a kid wanted to learn how to shoot, they could absolutely use Frank's form as a model.
Across the entire NBA today, no one had a more textbook shooting form than Frank.
But perfect form didn't necessarily mean a shot would go in.
It was like how many people held a pen correctly and sat with perfect posture, yet their handwriting still looked like a maggot had crawled across the page.
Frank's shot still didn't go in.
The ball bounced and teetered on the rim five times.
By then, Pang Bo, Xiao Qiao, Holmgren, and Dauding had all gathered beneath the basket.
They were all trying to grab the rebound.
Xiao Qiao and Holmgren had much more stamina than Pang Bo and Dauding, so they managed to fight their way into the best positions.
Even as they secured those positions, they made sure to block Wang Yi's path to the rebound.
Xiao Qiao and