He didn't understand why Wemby was so dejected.
After all, Wemby had been in situations before where he picked up four fouls in the first half.
But back then, Wemby would sit on the bench, his eyes blazing as he watched the game. All he could think about was how to handle the opposing team when he returned in the second half.
How to get back at them? How to crush them while playing with only two fouls to spare?
But what was wrong with him today? His mood was completely off. After picking up four fouls, he was actually this dejected.
Even with Wang Yi on the other side, there was no reason for a seasoned veteran like Wemby, with such impressive mental toughness, to be this down.
The truth was, the head coach couldn't understand Wemby. He wasn't Wemby, and he hadn't experienced the times when Wang Yi had tormented and crushed him.
Back when he was with the Kings, Wang Yi had almost always gone after Wemby to draw fouls whenever they faced each other.
Whenever Wemby saw Wang Yi, his game was practically over. He spent most of the game on the bench because of foul trouble.
All he could do was watch helplessly as his teammates were bullied by Wang Yi, and as Wang Yi crushed his team.
Of course Wemby had thought about fighting back. When facing Wang Yi, he had tried to tighten up his movements as much as possible and keep everything within the rules.
For example, when blocking a shot, he only dared to jump straight up. He didn't dare reach forward to block it, because the moment he did, Wang Yi would draw a foul.
When defending Wang Yi's drives, he only dared to stand still. He didn't dare actually