Who were Rose and Westbrook?
They were both once major forces in the league.
It was understandable to give them a crucial shot in the Playoffs.
But who was this Frank?
He'd spent the entire previous season riding the bench.
He'd barely played at all all season.
And Wang Yi had actually set him up for a crucial shot.
That was fucking impossible to understand.
Don't say Wang Yi had been unable to shoot because he was trapped under the basket by four defenders. How often had he faced a four-man double-team and still taken the shot this game?
He'd even gone up against five defenders and still shot without hesitation, so what was four?
At that moment, Coach Thibodeau recalled what Wang Yi had said at the press conference: If he got another chance, he'd pass to Frank again. At last, he understood.
Thinking of that, he slapped his forehead. "Damn it, how could I forget that?"
Assistant coach Elson asked, "What?"
"He's keeping his promise!"
Elson wasn't stupid, either. He needed only a moment to understand when he heard Thibodeau say that.
He slapped his own forehead, too, and said ruefully, "Damn it, I forgot about that as well."
Wang Yi was a man of his word. Since he'd said he would pass to Frank if he got another chance, he would absolutely follow through—and that had been the perfect opportunity.
If that shot had been a buzzer-beating game-winner with only a second left, Wang Yi would definitely have taken it himself. But there had still been plenty of time.
Even if Frank missed, Wang Yi would have had a way to make up for it, so he passed the ball to Frank.
But it was too late for the two coaches to regret it now. All they