Wang Yi could tell on the court that this was going to be difficult. Over the past few minutes, his mind had raced through more than a dozen possible plans, yet not one of them could break through the predicament before him.
So when his eyes met Phil Jackson's, Wang Yi saw the helplessness in Phil Jackson's eyes.
Phil Jackson also saw the helplessness in Wang Yi's eyes.
But that trace of helplessness in Wang Yi's eyes lasted less than a second before transforming into fighting spirit.
Yes, the more difficult the situation, the more fiercely Wang Yi's fighting spirit burned.
He nodded heavily to Head Coach Phil Jackson and said, "Coach, leave it to me."
Phil Jackson was slightly taken aback. He had no idea what Wang Yi could possibly do now.
Wang Yi swept his gaze around the circle and said to all the players, "I know we're in an extremely difficult situation right now.
"But as long as you do what you need to do, I'll do what I need to do.
"And that is lead you to victory!"
Finally, Wang Yi looked around once more and solemnly said those words: "When we get back on the court, just give me the ball!"
The words sent a surge of hot blood through every player.
How long had it been since they had heard those words: Give me the ball?
Before Wang Yi's serious right ankle injury, whenever the team fell into a desperate situation, whenever every possible method had been exhausted and they were still at a disadvantage, once Wang Yi said those words, everyone knew the game was in the bag.
But after that major injury, Wang Yi had lost the explosive power he once possessed.
After losing his previous leaping ability and speed, he had