The man nodded.
"Of course. Given Wang Yi's form this year, winning a championship is unlikely, but he'll definitely win one next year. His son will be standing on the highest podium alongside his idol. He'll be overjoyed."
The woman nodded as well.
At that, their little daughter jumped up and down on the sofa again. "Big Brother's going to be a champion! Big Brother's going to be a champion!"
Sacramento, United States. Golden 1 Center.
Watching Wang Yi spin a full 720 degrees and whip the ball one-handed to a teammate, Wade couldn't help marveling.
"You have to admire this guy's imagination and creativity. How did he even come up with a pass like that? With two defenders closing in on him, he used a defender's body as a surface to roll off, spun around 720 degrees, then whipped the ball one-handed. How on earth does this guy's brain work?"
Even the biggest Wang Yi hater, Stephen A. Smith, couldn't help expressing his amazement.
"I know I can get more views by hating on Wang Yi, but there's no way to criticize that play. That was a straight-up streetball move. NBA coaches generally forbid players from making flashy passes like that because they're so easy to mess up."
"The fact that Wang Yi pulled it off shows that his courage, confidence, and technique are all top-notch. There's nothing to criticize."
Even Smith couldn't stop praising Wang Yi's pass.
For one thing, the pass really was spectacular—enough to make anyone leap to their feet in admiration.
For another, Xiao Hua had already warned Stephen A. Smith.
The league had gone to great lengths to bring Wang Yi back. If Stephen A. Smith went back to insulting him and running his mouth like before, and ended up offending Wang Yi, the