Doug's foul had been brutal, but the referee called it an ordinary foul.
His reasoning was that, judging from the replay, Doug had clearly gone for the ball on defense. His hands had made contact with it first, and then he'd lost control of his body and collided with Hugo.
After they came down, Doug's elbow had also struck Hugo in the chest, but that had only been a follow-through as he landed. The whole motion had been continuous; he hadn't deliberately slammed his elbow into Hugo's chest.
That was what made Doug so cunning.
After three years, he'd truly mastered his father's methods.
He fouled just like Bill Lambier had back in the day.
His fouls were brutal and dangerous, yet he could often get away with them.
The fans in the arena were furious. They all started shouting.
"Fucking ref!"
"Fucking ref!"
"Fucking ref!"
"Fuck Doug!"
"Fuck Doug!"
"Fuck Doug!"
The insults from the 18,418 spectators came crashing down on the court like a landslide, like a tsunami.
They poured straight into the players' ears.
Their heads rang, and they felt as if their minds were about to be swept away.
If an ordinary person had to face the abuse of nearly twenty thousand people, they'd probably want to die.
The referee looked utterly innocent. I'm just making the call according to the rules. I'm not favoring anyone or taking sides.
Doug, faced with the abuse of nearly twenty thousand people, wore a smile.
He even cupped a hand to his ear, inviting them to keep going.
That's right, keep cursing!
The harder you curse, the harder I'll play!
Watching Doug from midcourt, Wang Yi could only give a slight shake of his head.
To be honest, Doug's behavior was going a bit too far. Wang Yi