At the Celtics' Resting Area, the players were clearly unhappy as they came off the court.
Tatum kept shaking his head slightly as he left the court, muttering under his breath:
"Luck. It was just luck. He was only lucky."
Brown, who had had the ball plucked from behind by Wang Yi and then watched him score a three-point play, looked somewhat frustrated. He echoed Tatum:
"Exactly. Of course it was luck. Who bats the ball straight toward the basket while fighting for a rebound? Did he think this was volleyball? His good luck was the only thing that saved him. Otherwise, that would've been a turnover."
Embiid's face, like that of some ancient mythical beast, wore a trace of disdain:
"Luck may be part of skill, but truly great players don't rely on luck alone. That guy from the East often relies on luck when he plays. Sooner or later, his good luck will run out. And by sooner or later, I mean tonight."
Morant didn't agree.
His expression grave, he said:
"What you call luck is actually Wang Yi's strength. He has the ability to make shots like that, and to score seven points in seven seconds. We're only up by thirteen now. We need to be very careful."
Morant's words left the other three members of the Big Three somewhat displeased. They all shook their heads:
"Ja, you're really scared of Wang Yi."
"Oh, come on, man. Don't worry, don't worry. Even if the sky falls, us tall guys will hold it up for you."
As they spoke, Celtics head coach Mazulla addressed them with a grave expression:
"Did you see that? Wang has started to turn it on. We have to be careful. His ability may have declined a lot since last season, but he's still