Wang Yi brought up the Game-Winning Shot Experience Card in his mind and examined its contents.
It sounded like a lot, but it had all happened in a flash.
Then Wang Yi raised his head and looked at the silver-haired, silver-bearded head coach Phil Jackson.
Phil Jackson was staring at him.
He looked at all the other players.
Every one of them was looking at him too, their faces filled with anticipation.
In the end, Wang Yi said only one sentence.
"Give me the ball."
The moment those words came out, the blood in every player's veins surged.
How long had it been since they last heard those words?
Maybe two years ago, three years ago, or even five years ago. Whenever the team fell into a desperate situation, or when it came down to the final possession.
When the team had no other solution left, Wang Yi would say this: "Give me the ball."
Then every problem would be solved.
And now, after so long, in Wang Yi's first game back on the court, with the team trailing in the final moment, he said those words once more.
"Give me the ball."
Before the head coach could speak, Bryce James, Akur, Dauding, and Zhang Yu all answered in unison.
At this moment, head coach Phil Jackson also had absolute trust in Wang Yi.
Even though he did not know how Wang Yi would solve this, even though he knew Wang Yi's right foot had lost its explosive power, and that if the opponent shut down his left side or his right side, it would be almost impossible for Wang Yi to drive.
Yet in this situation, he still wanted the ball. What method would he use to solve it?
Head coach Phil Jackson did not know any of that,