Facing Wang Yi's godlike old-man hook three-pointer from half court, he could only shake his head and laugh helplessly.
"I'll say this up front: I don't approve of his play. With four people trapping him, he should've passed the ball, no matter what. But basketball is all about results. If it goes in, it's a good shot. I have to give it to him."
The Chinese fans in the chat were buzzing with excitement.
"Haha, Pierce has finally been humbled!"
"Pierce bashes Brother Yi every game, no matter how well he plays. I can't believe Brother Yi actually made him eat his words this time. Haha!"
"He even lost his car. He has no choice but to admit defeat."
After making the shot, Wang Yi landed and found himself facing Spike Lee on the sideline.
"This is for you!"
Without a doubt, he'd said it again.
After the shot went in, Spike Lee's bravado faded. He stood up, but didn't curse Wang Yi out like he had before.
The Knicks were still up by nine, though, so he was still feeling pretty good. He shouted at Wang Yi, "If you're a man, make another ridiculously difficult three like that!"
Wang Yi pointed at Spike Lee. "As you wish!"
On the next possession, Jokic backed Pang Bo down under the basket. After faking Pang Bo into the air, he was about to shoot a floater, but spotted King Arthur cutting in from the middle. He immediately changed the direction of his shot and tossed the ball toward the rim.
King Arthur leaped high, caught the ball in midair, and slammed it down with one hand.
The lead widened to eleven again.
In the process, Wang Yi was so determined to stop King Arthur that he hit his arm and was called