D'Antoni lost his temper in the locker room. He was jumping up and down in the middle of the room, furious, slapping the tactics board and shouting, "Look at yourselves! Do you look anything like the run-and-gun elite with the best record in the West? Where's your shooting? Where's your running? Where are your thunderous dunks? As long as you score more than the Knicks, who cares how many tricks they pull? Real men just keep shooting, keep attacking. All these fancy plays the Knicks are running... they don't have any real skill."
D'Antoni's words were sharp and to the point.
But Stadumier, sitting on the bench, muttered quietly, 'The whole world knows Little Sheep Su Xi is a powerhouse. With so many women falling head over heels for him, he's definitely better at 'scoring' than we are.'
But he didn't say it out loud.
In truth, everyone was thinking more or less the same thing.
