Wherever I Am, That's the Dream Team
In the China Team locker room.
The players were worlds apart from the Americans, both physically and mentally.
Every player was diligently preparing for the game.
They all had just one conviction in their hearts: take down Team America and win the championship.
That conviction burned fiercely.
The China Men's Basketball Team had never won a championship in its history. It was easy to imagine how badly they wanted this one.
Though they carried the hopes of every Chinese fan on their shoulders, none of them felt pressured. Instead, they were all fired up and ready for battle.
They all felt the same way: they had to win this game, even if it cost them their lives.
To put it bluntly, if they could trade a leg for the championship right now, not one of the twelve players on the China Team would hesitate.
With that attitude, there was no need for any pregame pep talk.
Coach Du Feng was very pleased with the players' mental state.
But he wasn't sure how they should approach the game.
First, he didn't know which players the United States would put in their Starting Lineup today.
Second, he didn't know what kind of game Wang Yi would play.
That guy never revealed his style until he stepped onto the court. He never told Du Feng in advance.
Du Feng had criticized Wang Yi for it many times, but Wang Yi never changed, leaving him at a loss.
The least you could do was tell me ahead of time, so I could get the other players ready to support you.
But Wang Yi always managed to lead the team to victory, so Du Feng had nothing more to say.
This time was different, though. This time, they