Robert Downey Jr. stood up. Still in shock, he shook his head and looked at Wang Yi.
After celebrating with all his teammates and coaches, Wang Yi turned to look at Robert Downey Jr. as well.
Their eyes met.
Though Downey was a long way off, Wang Yi could tell from his lips what he was saying:
"Are you trying to crush my son's basketball dreams?"
Wang Yi silently mouthed back at Robert Downey Jr. from across the court, "To hell with his basketball dreams."
Then they both burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, Popovich stood at the sideline with his arms crossed, shaking his head in resignation.
"This guy! This guy does it again and again. He's absolutely infuriating! What a waste of all that red wine. I'd have been better off giving it to the dogs!"
If Old Popo remembered correctly, this was the fourth game-winning buzzer-beater Wang Yi had hit against the Spurs in his career.
So the moment Wang Yi took the shot, Old Popo's heart had already sunk halfway.
Four times!
Most players were lucky to hit one or two game-winners in their entire careers—and they'd brag about them for the rest of their lives.
But Wang Yi had hit four game-winners against the Spurs alone. Just imagine how infuriating that guy had to be.
Wang Yi walked over and shook Popovich's hand at center court.
Popovich gave a helpless, wry smile. "Are you ever going to stop? Again and again."
Wang Yi shrugged. "What can I say? You're the ones who came back and tied the score. If you hadn't, there wouldn't have been a game-winner."
"Get lost! Go back to the East!"
Popovich laughed as he mock-scolded him, then continued, "You drew up that last play, didn't you? It wasn't your original idea, but you're