Wang Yi slammed it home with the Shark-style Overlord step.
That got Shaquille O'Neal excited as a 300-jin kid.
Barkley, standing beside him, wasn't pleased. "You're practically old enough to have grandchildren. Can't you act a little more mature? Do you think you're still an 18-year-old kid?"
O'Neal just wore a smug look, shaking his head and waving toward the court as if to say, "Take a look," then continuing to shake his head.
He meant that Wang Yi had copied him, while Barkley hadn't.
Barkley was helpless.
He figured no young player in the league would want to imitate him.
It couldn't be helped. Other players' signature moves were either overwhelmingly powerful, graceful and fluid, jaw-dropping, or incredibly nimble.
What was Barkley's signature move?
His big butt.
He'd used that big butt to dominate the league.
The Alien Cassell had once said that when Barkley attacked, he'd stick his enormous butt out at you and shove, shove, shove—just keep shoving.
When you finally lost your balance, he'd turn around and take a jump shot.
Before the league introduced the five-second back-to-the-basket rule, Barkley would back into his defender from either baseline, shoving all the way until he was near the basket, then turning for a jump shot.
That made the game slow and less entertaining, so the league introduced the five-second rule to limit players like him.
With such an ugly offensive move, Wang Yi would never imitate Barkley, no matter who else he copied.
On the next possession, Wang Yi once again took the ball on the right wing, at the 45-degree angle, with his back to Al-Rasso and Wemby.
This time, Wemby and Al-Rasso had a plan.
They exchanged a glance, each understanding what the other was thinking. If Wang Yi tried to back them down like