Coach Dako furrowed his brow slightly as he thought it over, then glanced at the score. They were down by a full 10 points.
Putting two rookies who hadn't even played a single NBA game on the court at a time like this would be suicide for any coach.
Wang Yi said to the coach, "Don't worry. No matter how they play, I won't let you lose this game."
Wang Yi understood all too well that the team couldn't get by on its current starters and rotation players alone.
Of course, with this lineup, he was still absolutely confident they could win the championship, but they'd end up playing themselves ragged, just like last season.
The team needed young players. It needed fresh blood.
And now that these two youngsters had already shown some potential on defense, Wang Yi wanted to get them as much playing time as possible and help them develop.
That was the only way to ease his burden and make things a little less exhausting for himself.
After hearing Wang Yi's words, Coach Dako looked at the two young men.
They had both stood up and were watching him nervously.
Coach Dako could already imagine how eager and excited they must be feeling.
Just as eager and excited as he himself had been before his first game as a young man.
With that thought, the coach turned back to Wang Yi and said, "Since you put it that way, I'll give them three minutes during the second quarter rotation and see how it goes."
At those words, the two of them felt a rush of blood surge up their chests, as if it might shoot right out of the tops of their heads.
They felt as though steam were pouring from all 36,000 pores on their