The audience was clearly dissatisfied with this explanation.
"I'm talking about him leaping over the league's top center for a dunk and getting a 2+1 on a Tank Break, and you're talking about offense and defense? Have you learned Chinese tai chi too? Are you just kicking the can down the road?"
Pierce smiled at that. "Setting this game aside, it's a fact that Wang Yi's physical condition has declined. It's only natural; no one can defy the laws of nature. He's already thirty-one, after all. It's about time he started declining."
"I understand that, as a fan, you don't want to accept the fact that he's declining. But we have to accept it, just as we had to accept Jordan's decline, Kobe Bryant's decline, and James's decline."
This fan was just an ordinary person. How could he possibly win an argument against two guys who made their living running their mouths?
Furious, the fan cursed, "You two are nothing but a couple of shameless liars."
Then he hung up.
The two men wore faint smiles of triumph.
The host asked them, "How do you think Wang Yi will perform over the next few quarters? Give us your predictions."
The two exchanged a glance, then Pierce said:
"I predict he'll score around sixty points tonight. But it's like playing a game: every skill has a cooldown. He used his skills in the first quarter, so they'll be cooling down in the second. I predict he won't do much in the second quarter, and he may even have his minutes cut. After all, he's getting old—he's already thirty-one."
The comments were filled with curses over their predictions, but the two men didn't care in the slightest.
At Spectrum Center, in the Hornets' Resting Area.
Hornets head coach Willie Green was preparing