"That guy! He has Olajuwon's footwork and Ralph Sampson's height?"
"No! He's even taller than Ralph Sampson!"
"How old is he? I want his full profile within ten minutes!"
"Twenty? You're saying he's only twenty? And he's already dominated the Chinese Basketball Association?"
"If he hasn't falsified his age, he has the potential to play in the NBA! No! He has top-three draft talent!"
It was madness!
The moment Yao Ming used consecutive low-post fakes to both sides before sinking a fadeaway jumper, completely shaking the star player of an Eastern Conference Finals-caliber team like the Heat, the American scouting system went mad.
In this era, most American scouts only kept their eyes on high school and college leagues. As for overseas leagues, they simply never watched them.
What place could possibly have more talent than the United States?
Even Sabonis, the center who had dominated all of Europe, had only become an ordinary starter after coming to the NBA, hadn't he?
Only Manu Ginobili of the Lakers had broken that prejudice.
They did still watch the Olympic Games.
And with one look, they discovered a genius!
One play was enough to reveal that Yao Ming's height, touch, footwork, and strength were all elite!
The NBA was practically suffering from a shortage of elite centers like this. And Americans had always loved dominant interior beasts!
In an instant!
The Little Giant, Yao Ming, left a deep impression on the scouts.
"Fuck," Alonzo Mourning cursed under his breath.
He was too tall!
That guy was nearly 2.3 meters tall and shooting fadeaways. How was a 2.08-meter center like him supposed to defend that?
He had to deny position!
He had to front him.
He had to keep him from catching the ball.
Otherwise, if he got destroyed by some unknown Asian