As for the Chinese fans in the arena, besides making animal noises, they also shouted something else.
"Holy shit, that's fucking awesome!"
"Holy shit, that's fucking awesome!"
"Holy shit, that's fucking awesome!"
When James heard the shouts from the crowd, he came to his senses, recalling his youthful days playing alongside Wang Yi on the Kings.
Those were the carefree days of his youth.
So, as a commentator, he actually shouted in Chinese, too: "Holy shit, that's fucking awesome!"
In Toronto, Canada,
it was early in the morning.
The Raptors' game the night before had gone into double overtime, running from eight in the evening until nearly midnight.
Then there had been the post-game interview, a soak in the tub, and the press conference. By the time his teammates got home, it was already two in the morning.
But neither Pang Bo nor Zhang Jiacheng had slept in that day. They had gotten up early
to watch the game at the apartment Pang Bo was renting.
When Wang Yi pulled off that one-against-five self-tossed, mid-air sit-down dunk, Pang Bo let out an excited roar like a dragon.
"Raaah------------!"
The whole building seemed to shake.
Zhang Jiacheng excitedly punched the air, then slapped Pang Bo's hand in a loud high five.
"That was fucking awesome!"
Even though the two of them had made it to the NBA and were now playing on the world's highest-level basketball stage, they knew that they couldn't pull off a legendary one-against-five like Wang Yi's.
After the excitement died down a little, Pang Bo asked Zhang Jiacheng, "Hey, do you think Brother Yi will join the Raptors next season? I can't wait to play alongside him."
Zhang Jiacheng thought it over. "I'm looking forward to it, too, but who knows? Nobody can figure out what