Iron Man Donnie let out a helpless, dry laugh. "You're being a little disrespectful."
On the court, X was getting fired up by the nonstop trash talk.
He decided to isolate the unheralded Little Tiger again.
So he tried another crossover to get past Little Tiger. Seeing that he couldn't keep up with X's speed, Little Tiger went straight into him, making body contact.
He crashed into X's left shoulder.
X's right hand slipped slightly, and he lost control of the ball for a moment, nearly turning it over. He quickly took a step back and regained his handle.
But Little Tiger Tagore stepped forward again, still holding his ground right in front of him.
X tried a spin move to get past Tagore.
But as he spun, Tagore reached around from behind and went for the ball.
Little Tiger had an impressive wingspan, after all.
His swipe struck the ball.
Though he only grazed it and didn't knock it away, he once again disrupted X's dribble.
X dribbled a few more times, but with the clock running down, he had no choice but to take a sidestep jumper from outside.
Little Tiger Tagore lunged at him to block the shot.
He didn't get a block, but he did disrupt X's shooting motion.
The shot was way off. It only grazed the net and didn't even touch the rim.
Little Tiger clenched his fist and thrust it into the air.
On the sideline, Wang Yi clapped hard and shouted to Tagore, "Trash talk! Trash talk! Come on, you've got to talk trash to him!"
Wang Yi's enthusiasm rubbed off on Tagore.
Tagore shouted at X, "So this is what a number-one overall pick looks like?"
Then he glanced over at Wemby, who was resting on the sideline, before turning back