If he were 40 years younger, Jordan would've gone out there himself.
But by his own estimation, even if he'd played, he wouldn't have been a match for Wang Yi.
Jordan was loath to admit it, but he had to face the facts: Wang Yi's game had already surpassed Jordan's own at his absolute peak.
In the past, when Jordan heard people call him the God of Basketball, he felt a little pleased with himself.
But now, whenever he heard someone call him the God of Basketball, he felt a little ashamed. If he was the God of Basketball, then what was Wang Yi?
Everyone connected to the Hornets, from owner Jordan down to the ordinary staff, was waiting for Wang Yi's stamina to give out in the fourth quarter and for his performance to fall apart.
But in the fourth quarter, Wang Yi showed no sign of tiring. He was still flying around the court, leaping and sprinting.
He kept charging from the backcourt to the frontcourt, and sometimes sprinted straight from the frontcourt back to the backcourt.
What's more, his offensive efficiency was astonishing: he made nine out of every ten shots.
It was clear that he was barely playing defense today. He let rebounds get away from him, and sometimes, when an opponent drove past him, he didn't even reach out to stop them.
But his overwhelming offense more than made up for his laziness on defense.
Here's an example.
I make nine out of ten shots when I attack. You pass by me ten times—can you make nine shots?
As a result, the gap between the two teams kept growing.
With one minute left, the Kings were already up by 17 points over the Hornets.
Then Wang Yi hit a Backcourt Three-pointer and pushed the lead