While everyone was still stunned by Wang Yi's game-winning shot, going wild and cheering, a shrill whistle rang out at the most inopportune moment.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!"
Everyone froze and turned to look at the referee.
The referee pointed to Wang Yi's number and made the technical foul signal.
The crowd fell silent, then started cursing angrily.
"Holy shit, what the hell!"
"Is the referee an idiot?"
"The game's over. Why are you calling a technical?"
De'Anthony frowned and went over to argue with the referee.
"Why?"
In truth, De'Anthony knew exactly why the referee had called the technical.
Wang Yi's gesture had been clearly provocative, even threatening.
The referee had to call a technical foul. And if the Rockets filed an appeal after the game, the league might even impose an additional fine on Wang Yi. In a serious case, he could be suspended.
That was what De'Anthony found most frustrating about Wang Yi.
You hit a game-winner, so what? Why do you have to show off?
You could've just celebrated your game-winner like normal. Now look what happened. One technical foul, and there's a whole lot of trouble to deal with.
And this play could have even worse consequences: the referee might rule that Wang Yi committed the technical foul before the shot went in.
After all, he had made that gesture before the ball had gone through the hoop.
If that happened, there was a very good chance the referee would wave off Wang Yi's three-pointer.
Then the Kings would lose.
They wouldn't make it to eighth place in the West.
So the consequences could be serious.
But even though he knew that, as the head coach, he still had to argue with the referee when one of his players got called for a