When Wang Yi blocked Wemby once again, the entire crowd rose to its feet, roaring like a tidal wave.
"Holy shit, that's amazing!"
"Holy shit, that's amazing!"
"Holy shit, that's amazing!"
By now, this had become the crowd's go-to chant whenever Wang Yi put on a show.
As Reggie Miller watched Wang Yi's block, he clenched his fist. "Oh dear! That was damn powerful!"
Even as a commentator, he rarely swore, but he'd let one slip.
Cheryl Miller clenched her fist too, just like her own brother:
"Oh, unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable. Blocking Wemby twice in a row is hard enough, but what makes this even more incredible is that Wang Yi blocked Wemby's Souma step variation."
"As everyone knows, the Souma step is already difficult to defend. Wemby's variation involves stepping back before taking a step forward, making it even harder to guard."
"And with Wemby's height and long arms, once he gets a step past you, it's almost impossible to block him from behind—not even for Wang Yi. But he did it anyway. It's unbelievable."
Reggie Miller thought for a moment, then said:
"Normally, once Wang Yi gets beaten, it really is difficult for him to block Wemby's Souma step variation. But take another close look at the slow-motion replay. Wemby had barely started the move when Wang Yi had already turned sideways and prepared to block him."
"In other words, Wang Yi anticipated that Wemby would use the Souma step variation. He got ready early and moved first, matching Wemby's stride. That meant Wemby's move never shook Wang Yi off. That's the real reason Wang Yi was able to block him."
After watching the slow-motion replay closely, Cheryl Miller cried out in amazement:
"That's exactly right! Wang Yi anticipated Wemby's anticipation again. This is the third time tonight