Meanwhile, over on China Team's side, Wang Jianhua glared at Wang Yi, his voice full of accusation:
"What the hell was that?!"
Wang Yi gave a wry smile. "I was just trying to get a steal, but I made a little mistake."
Wang Jianhua snapped, "A steal, my ass! Just stay in front of the man you're guarding and don't get beaten. Do you have any idea how much damage a risky steal like that can do to the team?"
Wang Yi nodded. "I know. It won't happen again."
Wang Jianhua shot Wang Yi another furious glare.
He wanted to say, If your foul trouble costs us this game, just wait and see what I do to you.
But as the head coach, he couldn't talk about losing at a moment like this.
He could only give Wang Yi a look and let him figure it out for himself.
Finally, he said, "You'll go back in with five minutes left in the second quarter!"
He caught the pass and went straight up for a one-handed alley-oop slam.
Seeing so many people speak up for Wang Yi, Micic—stubborn as he was—would normally have dug in his heels and refused all the more.
So he hadn't spent much energy in the first quarter.
His son's talent was average. With extremely hard work, just making it to the CBA would be something to thank his lucky stars for.
That made their passer think he could get the ball through and made Jovic think he could catch it.
"Fine. As soon as you go in, use a full-court press. But if it doesn't work, switch back to zone defense immediately."
That was already beyond what he'd expected. In his eyes, they'd more than accomplished their goal.
Coach Ma and Coach Shi, standing nearby, also