Old Popo had used this trick during games before.
The Spurs players had all been careful to avoid stepping there as they ran just now.
Wang Yi had anticipated that Old Popo might try something like this, but he had ended up right there while saving the ball. After saving it, he had no choice but to stop abruptly on that spot.
Wang Yi's feet slipped, and his whole body tilted to the right as he fell.
Without a doubt, if Wang Yi fell, the remaining 1.3 seconds would run out in a flash, whether or not he got the shot off.
In his desperation, Wang Yi had no time to think. With his body already at a forty-five-degree angle to the floor, he flung the ball toward the basket with both hands.
The next moment, Wang Yi hit the floor hard.
And since he'd used both hands to shoot, he had almost no chance to break his fall. His right shoulder slammed hard into the floor.
Wang Yi felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder and immediately clutched it with his left hand.
When the Kings players and coaches saw Wang Yi slip, their hearts sank.
It's over.
When the nearly twenty thousand fans at the Spurs' arena saw Wang Yi fall, their hearts leapt with joy.
That's it.
Old Popo narrowed his eyes slightly.
Some tricks were undeniably underhanded, but there was no denying that they could be useful.
Everyone was certain Wang Yi's shot would miss for two reasons. First, he'd fallen, and had basically just hurled the ball at random.
Second, judging by its trajectory, the ball wasn't even heading toward the basket.
Sure enough, after traveling a long distance, the basketball struck the backboard to the left of the rim.
But then, to