A mere minute and a half.
Wang Yi had made three steals in a row.
The Kings had cut the lead from 11 to 5 in the blink of an eye.
The Kings had seized the momentum, and every player on the court slapped hands with their teammates.
For that entire minute and a half, the Golden 1 Center had roared like a stormy sea, barely letting up for a second.
Even the owner, watching the game from courtside, couldn't help but marvel.
How long had it been since the Golden 1 Center had seen a scene like this?
James couldn't help but marvel too. "He'll always be the guy who can work miracles!"
Paul nodded. "He may not be able to run fast or jump high anymore, but he still has the fundamentals. More importantly, he has a fighting spirit beyond what ordinary people can imagine. As long as there's life, there's fighting—that's what players like them have in common. And Wang Yi is one of the best of them."
"Fighting spirit may not decide everything, but aside from talent, it's the biggest factor that can influence a game. Sometimes, it matters even more than talent."
At that moment, Rockets head coach Silas hurriedly called a timeout.
The win had been all but in the bag, and now it was slipping away.
The Rockets' two young stars, David Mason and Jalen Green, both looked grim as they came off the court.
The careless smiles they'd worn earlier were gone.
Silas watched them sit down, then said:
"I know you underestimated Wang Yi earlier. To be honest, any NBA player would let his guard down seeing a guy like that on the court—not fast, not able to jump high, and sporting a little belly."
"I thought about warning you,