At this point, Wade turned and asked the other two:
"Are you two not the same? Can't you understand how Spo feels right now?"
The two of them thought it over briefly, then nodded.
O'Neal shrugged. "I'm not Spo. Why should I understand how he feels?"
James chuckled. "I'm a commentator, man."
On the court.
The game had entered its final two minutes.
With the Heat guarding Wang Yi around the clock, from every angle, without leaving a single opening,
Wang Yi had indeed failed to get the ball for the past few minutes.
At last, only thirty seconds remained.
After the Heat missed a three, the Raptors were now up by eleven.
The game was basically beyond doubt.
But almost no one in the arena had left.
After all, Wang Yi was now the league's biggest draw. Wherever he played, plenty of fans traveled great distances to watch him.
Even when the game was no longer in doubt, as long as Wang Yi stayed on the court, they would stay to watch him for every second.
Of course, the haters had started running their mouths again:
"The game's already decided, and he's still out there. What a shameless guy."
"He'd do anything to get to sixty. He has no dignity."
"They call him the greatest player in history? I say he's the biggest stat-padder in history."
Wang Yi saw that he couldn't get the ball.
He raised his hand to signal the coach for a timeout.
The coach, of course, called one without hesitation.
Once they got to the bench, Wang Yi finally explained the linking play he'd mentioned earlier.
As they listened, the players stared at Wang Yi with wide-eyed amazement.
This was a tactic that had never been seen anywhere in the world. It could only