Wade nodded again. "Now that you mention it, that really is true."
After Wang Yi came off the court, Zen Master put an arm around his shoulder and praised him with a smile. "Your ability to draw fouls really is second to none."
"It reminds me of those tough games in the past. You actually looked down on baiting fouls."
"If you really went all out to draw fouls, the other team's star player wouldn't be able to stay on the court for more than twenty minutes. That alone would win you a lot of games."
Wang Yi nodded at Zen Master. "You really understand me, Coach."
Once both teams' players came off the court, Chinese commentators Yang Yi and Director Zhang summed up the first half.
Yang Yi asked Director Zhang, "Director Zhang, what did you think of the first half?"
Director Zhang, unusually, played along with a familiar joke. "I watched it sitting down."
The two burst out laughing.
Then Director Zhang continued, "Actually, only two things stood out to me in the first half. One was the Lakers' poor shooting touch, and the other was Wang Yi drawing fouls and keeping Wemby on the bench."
"The second was a response to the first. If Wang Yi hadn't done that, then with Wemby's tremendous dominance on both ends of the floor, the Lakers would've quickly fallen behind and watched the gap widen."
"By then, it might've been too late to save the Lakers."
Yang Yi nodded, then added, "The Lakers are up by seven now. In the second half, especially the third quarter, Wemby definitely won't be able to go all out like he did before."
"He'll be a little tentative, which will give the Lakers a chance to widen the gap further."
At this point, Yang Yi