The shot went in, and the crowd erupted. Every commentator in the arena cried out in astonishment.
Xu Jingyu went off again.
"Ahhh—ahhhhhh—ahhh—!"
"Beautiful! Oh my goodness, that was beautiful! My God, what a shot!"
In a suite on the fourth floor, Wang Jianhua saw the play and excitedly pounded the armrest of the sofa.
"Way to go, Big Guy!"
For all the Chinese fans, the beauty of that play was that Pang Bo charged down the middle and dunked over both Wemby and Juan—two centers at once, posterizing both opponents and teammates.
For fans who knew the game and watched it regularly, the beauty of the play lay in the pick-and-roll between two centers.
You often saw players run pick-and-rolls on the court.
But usually it was a big man and a smaller player running one together.
Or two smaller players.
That was because a pick-and-roll required one player to handle the ball.
And big men clearly weren't suited to being the ball-handler.
Now Pang Bo and Juan were both 2.16-meter centers, yet they'd pulled off such a clever pick-and-roll.
It was truly a sight to behold.
After the entire play, Wang Yi, who'd been standing still on the right side of the court, came over and slapped hands with Pang Bo and Juan.
"See? This is why I said you two could end the small-ball era. You can do more than just a center's job—you can play like guards too!"
Encouraged by his idol, Juan felt so excited that his heart was as sweet as honey.
Pang Bo also nodded with a sheepish grin.
The two teams traded baskets from there.
Team America had a ferocious defense, but with two defenders drawn to Wang Yi, the rest of the players were left in a four-on-three. That meant the