After all these games, he'd long since figured out that Wang Yi really did wait until he got on the court to decide how to play.
And the decisions he made were almost always the right ones, so Wang Jianhua could only swallow his objections.
"Fine. Once you're on the court and decide how you're going to play, tell me right away."
Nearby, Coach Ma and Coach Shi saw Wang Jianhua, who was always so strict with his players, getting the better of him in front of his own son. They both snickered to themselves.
Wang Jianhua was stubborn and old-fashioned, the sort of man who couldn't stand even a speck of dust in his eye.
Almost nobody could handle him, so it was a surprise to see his own son get him wrapped around his finger.
At 7:50, the starters for both teams appeared on the big screen.
Wang Jianhua's game plan today was defense and fast breaks.
Wang Yi, Zhang Yu, and Pang Bo would form the defensive core. Once they stopped the other team, Wang Yi, Zhang Yu, and Zhang Jiacheng would lead the fast break.
So the starting lineup had changed a little.
Basically, he meant that if he was going to offend anyone, he shouldn't leave you out.
Small forward: Jovic.
He didn't have nearly as much playmaking ability as Jokic, but when Jokic was resting, he could still take on some of the team's playmaking duties.
Since this was the final, it had drawn the attention of hundreds of millions of fans. The courtside crowd was especially star-studded tonight.
"Hahahaha!"
Center: Pang Bo.
Power Forward: Zhang Yu.
Meanwhile, their two big men, Jokic and Jovic, were both excellent playmakers.
Pang Bo said, "Maybe my son Guo Qilin will sneak a couple away and hide