During the timeout, Watanabe Yuta watched the players come off the court, their faces gloomy and devoid of emotion.
The only thing he could do was once again try to motivate them with the Bushido spirit.
There was no denying that the Bushido spirit their country had instilled in them from childhood still had some effect.
Even in a situation like this, when Watanabe Yuta brought up the Bushido spirit, the players were able to rally as quickly as possible.
Then Watanabe Yuta said:
"Once you're back on the court, with Kawamura and Sato leading the way, keep attacking the paint. Find a way to get to the free-throw line and use free throws to get your touch back."
There was no helping it. In five minutes of play, only three players had taken a combined four shots, and none of them had gone in.
If they kept playing like this, every player would lose his touch.
Without their touch, they needed to get to the free-throw line to find it again.
Meanwhile, on China Team's side, as the players came off the court, Wang Jianhua high-fived them one by one and encouraged them:
"27–0! Excellent, but it's still not enough!"
"I need you to do even better!"
The players all nodded.
Wang Yi looked at the players, panting heavily, and knew it was because the other team had been constantly cutting and repositioning. China Team had to keep switching on defense and chasing them, which had taken a lot out of them.
Yang Hanson, who was already quite heavy, had been especially drained.
At this point, he was almost struggling to catch his breath.
As for Pang Bo, his physical gifts were better than Yang Hanson's to begin with, and he had never slacked off in his conditioning work