Miyakawa Maya watched Wang Yi on the court, a complicated look in her eyes.
"Before that spectacular coast-to-coast play, Wang Yi had chased Watanabe Yuta down in midair and snatched the ball away with both hands. As a Japanese person, I don't like seeing that, but I have to say, that two-handed chase-down was absolutely shocking!"
Director Zhang, the Chinese commentator, couldn't believe what he was seeing. "That's so unreasonable! So unreasonable!"
Yu Jia looked at Director Zhang in confusion.
Usually, when Director Zhang commentated on Wang Yi's games, everything he did was reasonable.
Wang Yi in a one-on-one? Reasonable.
Wang Yi in a one-on-two? Reasonable.
Wang Yi going one against five? Reasonable.
Wang Yi's passes were reasonable. Abandoning his man to go for a steal was reasonable.
Even leaving his man and getting caught out of position was reasonable.
In short, everything Wang Yi did was reasonable. So how could Director Zhang call it unreasonable after such a spectacular defensive play and a dazzling offensive sequence?
Director Zhang explained.
"First, that chase-down block by Wang Yi was unreasonable. We've seen chase-down blocks, and we've seen players snatch the ball away, but we've never seen a chase-down steal like that. He flew in from behind, and blocking a shot is already difficult enough. Then he had to pluck the ball out of the air with both hands. That's the first thing."
"Second, after taking the ball, he'd already used up all his momentum and should've had to land. But Wang Yi not only stayed in the air, he even hooked the ball backward to Pang Bo. His lower-body and core strength are simply unimaginable."
"Third, there's the chemistry between Pang Bo and Wang Yi. How can they have trained together for only ten days or so and played just one