Airborne Self-Toss Self-Dunk

Airborne Self-Toss Self-Dunk

After L. J. Herman had been beaten until he lost his confidence, South Korea's head coach, Huh Jae, knew that if they didn't try something underhanded, they wouldn't stand a chance in the rest of the game.

A little over a minute later, when South Korea was on offense, Wang Yi made a clean, precise, ruthless steal from Ha Seung-jin.

To be honest, there was a hint of a foul in that steal.

But it was the kind of play that could go either way.

Wang Yi hadn't slapped Ha Seung-jin's hand. At most, he'd hit his fingers while going for the ball.

And now South Korea's head coach, Huh Jae, finally exploded.

He turned on the head referee and roared at him. He was so worked up that his graying hair fluttered along with every jerk of his head.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"You let two fouls go just now, and now this is obviously a foul!"

"Why aren't you calling it?"

"Are you blind? If your eyes are no good, then please go see an eye doctor!"

"Even if you want to suck up to China, don't do it like this. This is a sporting arena, a place for fair competition. Keep all that favoritism away from the court, will you? Give us a clean game!"

His furious tirade finally caught the head referee's attention.

The referee immediately gave him a technical foul.

But Coach Huh clearly had no intention of stopping there.

He continued to lay into the referee.

"You can do whatever you want, but nobody else is allowed to say anything?"

"This is so corrupt! Absolutely corrupt!"

"I'll say what I want, even if you give me a T! I've held it in all