Hornets head coach Clifford frowned when he heard Wemby's words.
He'd actually had the same feeling earlier, thinking that Wang Yi had been unbelievably fast at certain moments that day.
And those moments had always come when he was blocking Wemby.
It was as if Wang Yi had some kind of buff that made him much faster whenever he blocked Wemby.
But Clifford quickly shook his head, casting aside the far-fetched idea.
He thought his own notion was a little childish, and Wemby's thoughts on the matter were childish too.
So he said to Wemby, "Wemby, you need to stay focused. Focused, understand? This is Game 5 of the Eastern Conference Finals, and it has strategic importance for the whole series. You can't let anything else distract you right now, understand?"
Wemby lifted his head slightly. He looked at his coach's resolute gaze and determined face, then nodded. "Coach, I'll try to stay focused."
"Don't try. You have to stay focused. This is a task you must fulfill as the leader of this team and the hero of Charlotte!"
Clifford grew more and more worked up as he spoke, spraying Wemby's face with spittle. Wemby wiped it off and nodded firmly. "I understand, Coach!"
His eyes showed that he was clearly more determined than before.
A coach didn't just have to devise plays and reassure his players. When necessary, he also had to give them a pep talk.
Without a doubt, by that measure, Clifford was an excellent coach.
Over in the Raptors' resting area, Wang Yi was breathing a little heavily.
He'd played all 82 games that season, and in the playoffs, he'd played all 48 minutes in every game.
That was an incredible strain on the body. Even an iron man would struggle with it.
He'd just given