At that moment, Wemby was completely dumbfounded.
Even in the camera's close-up, you could see something glistening in his eyes.
Wemby wanted nothing more than to say to Wang Yi, "Are you picking on me? Are you seriously picking on me?!"
Against everyone else, you couldn't make a shot to save your life—even missing wide-open layups. But against me, you kept making all kinds of difficult shots and circus shots.
Wasn't this just taking things too far?
Seeing this, the Hornets' head coach had no choice but to quickly call a timeout.
During the timeout, all the players looked at head coach Clifford.
Coach, what happened to Wang Yi's shooting touch supposedly cooling off?
Fairy tales were all lies!
The head coach naturally knew why the players were looking at him like that.
He reassured them, saying, "A player's touch comes and goes. Wang Yi lost his touch a moment ago, but now it's back, so we need to be careful from here on out. Just like I said before, Prince and Wemby, whenever you see Wang Yi shoot, foul him decisively. Don't let him keep his hot streak going so easily."
"You can send him to the free-throw line and let him make both shots. That's still better than letting him score a two-pointer right in front of you. Understand?"
The players nodded one after another.
But Wemby was still looking at the coach.
When the coach saw Wemby, he looked like he was about to cry.
For a moment, the coach was at a loss for words. Honestly, this was the first time he'd encountered a situation like this.
To be fair, whether it was Wemby or anyone else, facing a guy who could make every shot against you but couldn't hit anything against anyone else—tell me, wouldn't