In their eyes, Wang Yi is not their boss.

Why did he have so much possession of the ball as soon as he arrived?

Why should the final attack be given to him?

The two substitutes on the bench were already lowering their heads and whispering.

"Does he still think he is the Wang Yi he was more than two years ago?"

"I can't run any more, and I think I'll give him the last ball. It's ridiculous."

At this time, Ross looked at Wang Yi with burning eyes.

There was a time when he was so confident and domineering, giving me the ball in the last attack.

However, time makes people grow old, and although he still has such ambitions, he does not have the ability.

Wang Yi looks so much like his younger self.

So he nodded to the coach: "Coach, I support it."

Danny next to him also nodded heavily.

Tours also said: "Coach, let the boss attack, we believe in him."

That doesn't matter to Bond.

For him, basketball is just a job to make a living.

It doesn't matter which one of you attacks me, as long as it doesn't cause me to lose my job.

However, D'Antoni still did not nod, but looked at Wang Yi:

"King, have you ever thought about how much ridicule, abuse, questioning and criticism you will suffer if you fail to score in this last attack?"

Wang Yi nodded: "Of course I have thought about it, but these are not what I care about. What I care about is the passion and blood during the battle. Everything else is like a floating cloud to me."

D'Antoni nodded, his already silvery white mustache rising slightly.

Looking at the starting players: "In the last attack, give the ball to the king."

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