Courtside commentator Barkley watched and clutched his head with both hands. "Oh, what is Wang doing?"
Shaquille O'Neal slapped his forehead. "No! There are still more than ten seconds left. He can't just chuck it up!"
As everyone wondered what was going on, the ball flew almost the entire length of the court, heading toward the basket in the distance.
It moved at incredible speed, like a maddened bull charging straight at the matador—the basket.
Thud!
The bull's horns pierced right through the matador!
The ball went in.
"Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! Goodness!"
O'Neal clutched his bald head, which looked like a little eggplant, and cried out in disbelief.
"Good heavens! Watching this guy play, you always see something crazy. Absolutely crazy!"
Big Mouth Barkley shook his own enormous bald head.
Kings head coach Mike Brown was bald too, though he wore a pair of black-framed glasses over his shiny head.
When the shot went in, he stared in disbelief for a moment. Then he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put them back on, and looked up at the big screen.
Once he confirmed the shot had really gone in, he muttered under his breath:
"That lunatic!"
At the Anta Center, every spectator in the stands rose to their feet and cheered wildly.
The Raptors players on the bench all clutched their heads, showing just how stunned they were.
On the court, Frank came over and slapped Wang's hand.
"Boss, that was so cool! That's exactly how the man of my dreams should be!"
A chill ran through Wang. "Keep your distance. I don't want Nicole getting the wrong idea!"
Frank said, looking a little hurt, "Boss, you've changed."
As they spoke, the Kings launched a fast break.
Little Danny dribbled at full speed toward the frontcourt.
With three meters still