Anthony tried to answer back, but failed—and Holiday mocked him instead.
James and Paul couldn't help feeling a little melancholy as they watched. Still, both of them could at least fight back against the younger players in their own ways.
With his inhuman physique, James could overpower his opponents;
Paul could get into his opponents' heads with little tricks, then work with his teammates to pull off beautiful alley-oops.
Anthony couldn't.
He didn't have James's physical gifts, nor Paul's bag of tricks, and his passing was merely average.
So when his shots weren't falling, he was left with almost no other options.
Watching this unfold, Wang Yi felt a little angry too.
Holiday was already thirty-five. How many more years could he keep running around?
And now he was actually taunting Gallo. What the hell was that about?
So on the second possession, Wang Yi still gave the ball to Anthony.
This time, though, he paid attention to the positioning. He waited until Anthony was beyond the three-point line before passing him the ball, and James again set a screen to get him matched up against Holiday.
Facing Holiday, Anthony went straight up for a three-pointer.
Unfortunately, the ball spun around the rim twice before slipping out.
Inside, Antetokounmpo jumped again, trying to grab the rebound.
But this time, just like so many times before,
before he could reach the peak of his jump, a shadow had already appeared above him. It reached out and snatched the ball, as if plucking the moon from the heavens.
That man was none other than Wang Yi!
Seeing this, Antetokounmpo landed and quickly raised a hand above Wang Yi's head to stop him from going straight up for a dunk.
But Wang Yi had no intention of dunking. After landing, he jumped again