Jokic wasn't afraid of skilled players.
Even if a player was more skilled than him, he could still outthink them.
But today, he'd realized that he'd been outplayed mentally for the entire game.
No—sometimes it wasn't just that he'd been outplayed. Wang Yi had been leading him around by the nose.
It seemed that every move Serbia made had been anticipated by Wang Yi.
By now, the commentators had figured it out too. One of them exclaimed:
"China Team's sudden full-court press just forced Serbia into a turnover. At first glance, it looks like Serbia panicked because they were caught off guard, but in reality, this may well have been one of Wang Yi's traps."
"Let's take a look at the slow-motion replay. During the full-court press, he stayed tight on the player he was guarding, but his eyes kept darting toward Serbia's point guard, Trifunovic."
"He was watching Trifunovic even before the press began, because he'd already predicted what would happen. Serbia had no choice but to inbound the ball to Trifunovic."
"That's what made the steal possible."
Before Qiqi could steal the ball, he tossed it straight to Funovi, then sprinted downcourt at full speed.
"There are still 1 minute and 58 seconds left, and we're only down by 11."
Qiqi had been in front of him, but once he crossed the three-point line, Qiqi had somehow already gotten ahead of Funovi.
He knew Wang Yi was an excellent defender. Trifunovic's ball-handling, on the other hand, was fairly ordinary. Under Wang Yi's tight defense, he'd inevitably choose to pass, and his first option would be Jokic.
But against experienced players like Micic and Jovic, that wouldn't be very effective.
So he shouted loudly to the players:
Players as experienced as Jovic and Micic hadn't yet given in to