The two Ball brothers both looked up at JJ Redick. They opened their mouths, then hesitated.
Redick could tell the two of them seemed to have something to say.
He looked at them and encouraged them to speak up.
At last, Big Ball paused for a few seconds before saying:
"Coach, it's strange. When Wang Yi was guarding me, I suddenly couldn't make a shot. Even when he didn't come over to contest me—you saw it, there were several times he didn't contest me at all. He just stood there watching me."
"And I felt really good about my shots at the time, but weirdly, they just wouldn't go in. It was like I was cursed."
LaMelo nodded. "I felt the same way."
Hearing this, Redick wondered to himself if these two guys had been watching too many sci-fi movies.
But as their coach, he couldn't show the players even the slightest impatience. Instead, he listened attentively.
After they had both finished, he put on a thoughtful expression and paused for a moment before saying:
"What you're describing is definitely strange. In that case, in the second half, try not to shoot when you're in front of Wang Yi."
"I'll draw up plays to keep you away from Wang Yi during some important possessions. Once you're away from him, get your shots off quickly."
Big Ball and LaMelo nodded. "Thanks, JJ. Thank you!"
They had thought what they were saying was so far-fetched that no one would believe them. They hadn't expected their coach to believe them and even promise to draw up plays to keep them away from Wang Yi.
As the saying went, understanding was everything. It was hard to find someone who understood you. With things so strange right now, their coach had shown he understood them,