Jingyu finished his soda.
Then he said to Wang Meng, "The tactic you mentioned would definitely work well for the Lakers. If Brother Yi used it, beating the Trail Blazers would be easy. But I'm certain he won't use that tactic."
Wang Meng asked again, "Oh? Why not?"
Xu Jingyu replied, "Because this is the China Derby."
It was a game that Chinese Billion Fans had been eagerly anticipating.
If Brother Yi kept using Foul Baiting in a game like this, it would make the game very unpleasant to watch.
Clearly, that wasn't what Chinese fans wanted to see.
So Brother Yi definitely wouldn't let the game turn into that.
Wang Meng shook his head. "No, no, I don't think Brother Yi would hesitate to use Foul Baiting against Yang Hanson. This game is about winning, and about the championship Trophy. If the game gets ugly, so be it. The championship Trophy matters more."
Xu Jingyu smiled. "That just shows you still don't understand Brother Yi. Let's wait and see."
Chinese fans watching also started leaving comments in the live chat.
"Brother Yi, please don't use Foul Baiting!"
"Brother Yi, can you go head-to-head with the Trail Blazers from the start, and only use Foul Baiting if you really can't handle them?"
"Yeah, there's no need to use that kind of tactic against our own people."
"I know you want to win the championship, Brother Yi, but when you're playing against our own people, go easy on them. Don't use that tactic."
The game had already begun.
The players took the floor, and Aiton and Yang Hanson went up for the Jump Ball.
Although Aiton was three centimeters shorter than Yang Hanson, his wingspan was seven centimeters longer.
And even at forty, he still jumped a little higher than Yang