Su Xi was also giving Yi Jianlian this kind of direct, personal instruction.
He brought a completely new style of coaching.
Highly practical, advanced skills.
After all, Su Xi was the man who had conquered the NBA. If they could just learn a fraction of what he knew, it would be like having the Midas touch.
They were all highly talented Asian players. If their game sense could just catch up, they would definitely have a chance to make their mark in the NBA.
After switching sides, Yi Jianlian took on Nowitzki one-on-one.
Su Xi had told him to be more aggressive with his moves, to dare to use fakes, to not be so rigid—to be more fluid.
Yi Jianlian took one step on his drive, then pulled up, pump-faked, and released his shot!
CLANG!
The shot missed, but Su Xi crashed the boards and tipped it in with one hand.
Su Xi praised Yi Jianlian, commending him for having the confidence to use a fake.
