Wang Yi's dunk had no finesse, no emotion—just pure violence!
That dunk brought the aesthetics of violence to its fullest expression.
I'm going to stand right in front of you and dunk on you.
You know I'm going to dunk on you right in front of you, but there's nothing you can do. You can only lie down and take it.
That was the Big Shark at his peak, in a nutshell.
The Lakers' head coach at the time was the bald coach, Darwin Ham.
His coaching résumé was a little thin, but over the past two seasons, the Lakers had made the Playoffs as the Western First almost every time.
This year, they had become title favorites with the best record in the league.
He clearly knew what he was doing as a coach.
Now, as he watched Wang Yi completely take control on both ends of the floor in the paint, the Lakers' vaunted advantage inside had vanished. Instead, they were being completely overwhelmed.
Yet he wasn't worried in the slightest.
Let Wang Yi keep playing like this. They'd see how long his stamina lasted.
Over the next few minutes, Wang Yi completely dominated on both ends of the floor.
On defense, he kept coming up with huge blocks.
He blocked Thick Eyebrows;
He blocked Arthur;
He blocked Barton.
And on offense, Wang Yi could do whatever he wanted in the paint.
To keep Danny from getting too hot from three and stop Wang Yi from getting his teammates involved, they simply refused to double-team him. They just let Wang Yi go to work by himself inside.
Whoever the Lakers sent to defend him—Antetokounmpo or Gordon—ended up getting destroyed.
The Kings' head coach could see what the other team was doing: they were making Wang Yi take every