Xu Jingyu meant that all three of the Ball Family Brothers could shoot threes in this lineup. Their three-point shooting had been quite good this season, with all three brothers hovering around 38%.
In other words, this lineup had three shooters alone.
As for the rough interior, he meant that neither of their big men—a Power Forward named Vanderbilt and Hayes—had much skill in the paint. They had no footwork and no touch around the basket.
Still, the two of them were quite intimidating on defense.
This season, the defensive efficiency of the two-man interior pairing ranked third among all interior pairings in the league.
In other words, the paint they guarded was practically a no-fly zone.
However, since Vanderbilt often had to defend the opposing team's wings, Hayes was actually the one guarding the paint by himself much of the time.
Xu Jingyu took a sip of water. Seeing the Raptors' five starters appear on the screen, he said:
"Let's take a look at the Raptors' lineup."
"Starting point guard: Zhang Jiacheng."
"Shooting guard... small forward—Wang Yi... Oh... my... God! Brother Yi is back!"
Xu Jingyu, who had been listless just a moment ago, suddenly raised his voice by a full octave.
At the same time, he changed the "holy crap" he'd been about to say into "Oh my God!"
The next moment, he let out a full-on whale call:
"Ah—Brother Yi's back—ah—Brother Yi's back! Ah—"
The whole outburst lasted thirty seconds. He strained so hard that his head and neck turned red, his shoulders hunching until he looked like a Lego man.
It was just like the whale call he'd let out years ago when Tatum hit a game-winning shot.
After he finished, he hurriedly said, his voice full of excitement:
"Wait, I'm changing the title. I'm changing