Wang Yi's three-pointer naturally drew a wave of gasps from the crowd.
Most Heat fans could only shake their heads helplessly.
"No wonder they call him Wang. The guy's impossible to put away!"
"Oh my God, I knew it. I knew he wouldn't go down without a fight."
"Can't he just lose gracefully for once?"
There were also some Wang Yi fans in the crowd. As soon as the shot went in, they raised their arms and cheered.
The Raptors Head Coach clenched his right fist and gave it a hard pump.
"Yes!"
Heat coach Spo shook his head.
He had already told his players to focus on defending Wang Yi. If the others scored, so be it.
And yet they still hadn't managed to stop Wang Yi. The guy was a real handful.
On the sideline,
when James and Shaquille O'Neal saw the shot go in, they both clenched their fists and cheered.
Then they slapped hands hard.
James turned to Wade beside him. "So, what do you say now, man?"
Wade was also a little incredulous, but he still refused to back down.
"What do I say now? What else can I say? The Heat still have 20 seconds to attack. The game isn't over."
O'Neal chuckled and shook his head. "He won't give up until he sees the Yellow River."
James kept pressing Wade. "So, brother, which side do you think has the better chance now?"
"The Heat. Of course it's the Heat!"
Wade answered without hesitation. "I'm a Wang fan too, but I'm a Heat fan first. I think the Heat have the better chance of winning."
James and O'Neal exchanged a look, then just smiled without saying a word.
Looking at the historical record, when the score was tied in the final 30 seconds, the