The other players on the team had begun to doubt Zhang Yu.
But Wang Yi knew what Zhang Yu was capable of. He didn't blame him; instead, he planned to offer him a little reassurance.
But when he looked at Zhang Yu, he saw no trace of frustration or dejection.
Instead, Zhang Yu looked utterly defiant.
That was just the kind of person he was.
You say I can't do it? Then I'll damn well show you I can.
Most players would start doubting themselves after missing two wide-open shots in a row. On the third, they would hesitate and might not shoot as decisively.
But Zhang Yu was different. He could miss the first two, or even the first twenty. He'd still insist on taking the twenty-first shot. He had to get that damn ball in the basket eventually.
There was no need to encourage a player like that, nor to comfort him. All you had to do was pass him the ball at the right moment.
There was only 1 minute and 10 seconds left in the first half.
On the next possession, Zhang Jiacheng passed the ball to Wang Yi. When Wang Yi was double-teamed, he passed it on to Zhang Yu.
Actually, Zhang Yu had a defender in front of him.
And it was none other than Wemby.
By all rights, Zhang Yu should have passed to someone else.
But he didn't.
Instead, he faced Wemby and went straight up for a pull-up jumper.
Even Wemby was a little stunned. Normally, if a player missed two wide-open shots, he'd start doubting himself. So when Wemby was guarding him, there was no way that player would shoot.
That was why Wemby only stepped in front of Zhang Yu this time. He didn't even jump.
He never imagined