Generally speaking, those tall centers had terrible free-throw shots, perhaps because their hands were too big or their strength was too much to control.
Yao Ming was an exception.
Centers like Shaquille O'Neal, Howard, and Little Jordan all had terrible free-throw shots.
So everyone had assumed Iron Bull would be bad at free throws too, but no one expected him to sink that shot cleanly.
The two sides then traded baskets.
The Wolf Team couldn't stop the Windwalkers' center, Da Dong.
They couldn't stop their guards, Hu Guangsheng and Hu Guangping, either.
Both guards were 1.85 meters tall, which made them quite tall for amateur players. Yet they played guard, making them difficult for the guards on most amateur courts to match up against.
They were mismatches against everyone.
So the Wolf Team had no way to stop them.
On the other hand, the Windwalkers couldn't stop the Wolf Team either.
The Wolf Team executed everything from their first to their fifth set play with such precision that even Guo Allen couldn't help but praise them.
He bent down and looked at Wang Yi, who was a short distance away on his left.
His eyes were full of surprise.
Li Yifeng, standing beside him, asked, "What is it?"
Guo Allen sounded surprised too. "In just these few minutes, those guys have run five different plays, and they've executed all five in perfect order. That level of execution is rare for amateur players. I wonder how Brother Yi taught them. Could he teach me too?"
As a professional player, Guo Allen knew all too well that it took a coach an enormous amount of effort to make a team execute plays well.
It was definitely not something a team could learn in twenty days.
Yet Brother Yi had done it. How