Five fingers.
It meant this was his fifth championship.
The reporters around them hurriedly snapped photo after photo.
After posing with the championship Trophy, he passed it to Danny beside him.
Then he told Danny not to give it to Rose yet. He told everyone that Rose should be the last one to hold the championship Trophy.
Everyone understood Wang Yi's intention.
If Rose was last, he could hold on to the Trophy as long as he wanted.
Next came the presentation of the FMVP trophy.
Wang Yi had scored 52 points, grabbed 11 rebounds, and dished out 10 assists in this game, recording a 50-point triple-double.
His averages throughout the Finals were 38.3 points, 10.9 rebounds, 8.3 assists, and 5.5 blocks.
Those numbers were astonishing.
Most impressive of all, his 5.5 blocks per game were 1.2 more than opposing center Wemby.
If he wasn't the FMVP, it would defy all reason.
At last, the gleaming O'Brien Cup was passed to Rose.
The moment Rose took the O'Brien Cup in both hands, tears streamed down his eyes, weathered by the years.
He hugged the O'Brien Cup tightly, like a child clutching his most treasured gift.
He didn't want anyone to see him crying.
He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against the O'Brien Cup.
Twenty-one years!
Twenty-one years!
At last, he had won the O'Brien Cup he had dreamed of.
He had been blessed with extraordinary talent.
From the moment he joined the NBA, he had been someone destined to rival James.
Unfortunately, injuries came one after another.
Though he always managed to force himself back to his feet after each injury, they had robbed him of his talent.
But he hadn't let that break him. Instead, he trained even harder.
Day after day.
All for that unshakable obsession in