The Lakers came back down the floor on offense.
Xu Jingyu watched eagerly. "The sharpest spear is about to clash with the strongest shield. Come on, let's see it!"
At that moment, Raptors head coach Dako and his entire coaching staff were staring intently at the court.
Could their strongest shield stop the sharpest spear? Today was the day their defense would be put to the test.
The Lakers' coaching staff were also staring intently at the court.
Could their sharpest spear break through the strongest shield? Today was the day their Triangle Offense would be put to the test.
But Lakers head coach Phil Jackson was sitting quietly in the second row of the stands.
His silver hair made his face seem a little kinder.
His eyes behind his glasses weren't as sharp as those of most coaches. He wasn't as tense as the Lakers' other coaches, either, and he wasn't excited.
All in all, Phil Jackson didn't look like he was watching his own team play. He seemed more like an ordinary old man leisurely watching television after dinner.
There were coaches of all kinds in the NBA.
Most coaches paced along the sidelines while coaching, constantly waving their arms and shouting plays or reminders to the players on the court.
A small number of coaches simply stood quietly on the sidelines, their eyes sharp as an eagle's as they watched everything unfold.
They only spoke to their players during timeouts or dead balls.
But a coach like Phil Jackson, who spent most of the game sitting as steady as a rock in the second row of the stands, was truly one of a kind.
He wasn't watching the other players on the court or the Raptors' coaches. His eyes stayed fixed on Wang Yi.
He knew that