Use Your Signature Moves to Beat You
In just 15 seconds, Wang Yi had shown his determination and attitude with that one defensive play and one offensive play.
But the vast majority of the American players weren't impressed.
It was only the first possession of the game. What did that prove?
Wang Yi could play like that for one possession, or ten possessions, but could he keep it up for all 40 minutes?
Morant, sitting on the sidelines, was itching to get in.
He kept glancing at head coach Popovich.
Never mind anything else—just watching Wang Yi leap from the free-throw line to chase down the play and swat the ball off the backboard had made his blood boil.
He even said this to Thick Eyebrows beside him: "Why won't Coach let me play yet? I'm the only one who can contain Wang Yi. I'm the only one who can go toe-to-toe with him!"
Towns frowned and said, "We've got so many NBA players, and this guy made us look like this on the very first possession. Isn't that a bit embarrassing? No matter how good Wang Yi is, he shouldn't be able to embarrass us this badly."
Thick Eyebrows shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly. His eyebrows, which normally looked like a small m, had turned into a big M.
He shook his head. "I used to be Wang Yi's teammate. I know him. A lineup like ours would intimidate players from other countries, but Wang Yi definitely won't be intimidated. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he gets. I'm not exaggerating when I say that right now, he's more fired up than our entire team combined."
Morant looked at Thick Eyebrows doubtfully. "People always say the tougher the opponent, the more excited he gets. I think