Everyone nodded as they listened.
Wang Jianhua, however, was getting a little anxious.
There were only five minutes left in the game, and the two teams still hadn't managed to open up a lead.
It was downright embarrassing.
If they couldn't win in the end, those guys would make fun of him for a whole year.
Wang Jianhua had always thought he was pretty good at tactics and choosing players. He hadn't expected that, facing off against his son today, he'd be forced to bring in two players from his second lineup despite his team's clear advantage in individual ability—and even then, it had dragged on until the final five minutes.
It seemed that when it came to strategic thinking, he still fell short of his son, who had spent so many years playing in the NBA.
In reality, Wang Jianhua wasn't inferior to Wang Yi in strategic thinking. He was just less daring.
As the coach of the first team, Wang Jianhua naturally didn't want to lose to the third team.
His fear of losing made him hesitate to go all out in many situations.
He also didn't dare to try many high-risk tactics. For instance, when the opposing zone defense made it impossible to drive inside, he should have started taking three-pointers early on. But he thought a three-pointer was less reliable than a two, so he kept telling his players to drive into the paint—and ended up with poor results.
All he could do was keep bringing in players from the third lineup, then the second.
He was trying to overwhelm the other team with his players' individual ability instead of relying on his own tactics.
Wang Yi was different. His team was already far weaker than the first team in individual ability, so he had nothing