Eight-second violation!
The referee's call sent a wave of astonishment through the arena.
Not because there was anything wrong with the call.
It was because half a minute had already passed, and the game had barely begun.
The Spurs had gotten the ball twice, yet hadn't managed to advance it past half court even once.
It was downright absurd.
People in the stands were already getting fed up, shouting:
"What's going on? What are you doing?"
"Do you even know how to play?"
"Half a minute and you still haven't crossed half court? And you call yourselves professionals?"
But Hugo felt pretty aggrieved.
He wanted to say, "If you can do better, then get out here."
Anyone who'd never faced Wang Yi couldn't understand what it felt like to play against his defense.
It was suffocating.
Just two possessions in, Wang Yi's defensive pressure had left Hugo feeling like he could barely breathe.
He couldn't move an inch!
He really couldn't move an inch!
Every time he dribbled, he was afraid of losing the ball. With every step, he had to guard against Wang Yi stealing it.
Before this, Hugo had been quite pleased with himself for winning this year's Defensive Player of the Year award.
But facing Wang Yi's defense now, he felt downright ashamed.
Against the kind of pressure Wang Yi brought, Hugo's own defense looked like child's play.
Old Master Bo watched as Wang Yi kept his guard from getting past half court for 30 seconds and forced two turnovers. He hurriedly called a timeout.
James stared intently at Wang Yi as he headed off the court.
"Wang Yi stopped the Spurs all by himself in just 30 seconds. He's terrifying tonight!"
Paul looked at Hugo, his words tinged with sympathy. "It's hard to understand just how