"We lost this game by 58 points. That was indeed a humiliating record."
"But what if we ultimately beat the Pistons and win the championship?"
"Then no one will see it as a humiliating record. People will only see us as heroes who defeated the strong while weak, who toppled a dynasty with a shorthanded roster!"
"Fifty-eight points—that is the true gap between these two teams."
"But if we use our faith and courage to forcibly erase that 58-point difference and defeat them, then what the world remembers will not be those 58 points, but a group of heroes who toppled a dynasty team while shorthanded!"
At those words, the players all raised their heads.
The three Assistant Coaches also looked at Wang Yi in surprise.
Especially Chris Paul, the veteran who had once lost by 58 points. He understood all too well how it felt to lose by 58.
Back then, when he had led his team to a 58-point loss, almost no one spoke in the locker room all night.
Even during practice the next day, few people spoke. It took several days for them to recover.
Even as the team's leader, he had nearly broken down under the crushing blow of that 58-point loss. It had taken him two days to recover.
Yet now, in the locker room after a 58-point defeat, Wang Yi was already trying to raise the team's morale.
What kind of guy was this?
Why was his fighting spirit so fierce?
A guy who was already forty-six years old.
Brother Yi was already nearing fifty.
Brother Yi was already a guy who had won countless honors.
By all rights, his hunger for a championship should not have been that strong anymore.
Facing such an enormous gap between the two sides, he should have