Pang Bo was absolutely fuming.
He hadn't even gotten started, and Embiid was already down.
No wonder people said the guy looked like some ancient mythical beast, with a face as sweet as candy.
That description was spot-on.
Pang Bo wanted to go argue with the refs, but Wang Yi came over and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head at him again.
Pang Bo could only spread his hands helplessly.
Pang Bo didn't have enough clout yet. If he kept complaining to the refs, he could very well get hit with a technical.
Even if he didn't, if the ref was the vindictive sort, he might start watching Pang Bo in particular.
The moment Pang Bo made the slightest move, they'd call a foul, making it even harder for him to play.
The Raptors Head Coach had already signaled for a substitution from the sideline.
Pang Bo could only shake his head in frustration as he walked off the court.
If you asked what was most frustrating on the court, it was foul trouble.
If you lost because the other team was simply better, then you could accept the loss.
But when you felt you could beat the guy, only to have him bait you into fouls and leave you stuck on the bench, it was infuriating—and there was nothing you could do about it.
The Raptors took Pang Bo out and sent in their backup center, Charlie Hannum.
The Raptors fans all sighed quietly at the sight.
Charlie Hannum was backup-center material to begin with. Put him up against Embiid, and Embiid would run circles around him.
Embiid might get criticized for not playing tough and for being a back-to-the-basket center.
But he still had a remarkably deep bag of scoring moves. Combined with his ability