When Wang Yi got the ball, Tatum finally reacted and hurriedly lunged toward him.
Just as Tatum came flying at him, Wang Yi caught the ball one-handed with his right hand, drew it behind his head, then suddenly whipped his entire right arm forward and sent it sailing.
The ball flew over Tatum's head and straight toward the basket.
Then, amid the shocked stares of nearly twenty thousand spectators and the astonished looks of every coach and player in the arena, it went straight through the net.
The fans who had been mocking and cursing Wang Yi stared at him with their eyes wide as light bulbs.
"What the fuck?!"
"What??"
"Oh, my God! That damn guy!"
At the courtside Commentary Booth.
LeBron James's eyes widened. Even though he knew Wang Yi so well, and believed Wang could pull off any miracle, he still couldn't help being stunned to see Wang, who had clearly fallen to the floor, sit down and throw the ball into the basket.
Curry held his head in both hands, looking utterly incredulous.
Mazulla's jaw nearly hit the floor. "How the hell did that go in?"
He'd thought they'd made a successful defensive stop, but somehow Wang Yi had still made the shot. Who could even argue with that?
Just then, the big screen showed a replay of Wang Yi falling and taking the shot.
Watching the slow-motion replay, Curry and James understood at the same time.
Curry said,
"Oh, I get it. I understand why Zhang passed Wang Yi the ball even though he'd fallen."
"Look at the replay. While Wang was falling, he turned and looked toward Zhang, and he said something to him. He spoke Chinese, so I can't read his lips, but I can guess what he meant: he was telling Zhang