Under his strange style of play, the team had fallen into a passive position. Not only had their lead evaporated, but they had fallen behind.
The Raptors were down by six, 101–107.
The Raptors had no choice but to call a timeout.
During the timeout, several commentators expressed confusion over Wang Yi's baffling play. Back home, millions of fans were puzzled by his recent style, too.
"What's Brother Yi doing?"
"He's like a completely different player from the first two and a half quarters."
"It's not that he can't play. It feels like he's just playing with fire."
The haters took the opportunity to launch one attack after another at Wang Yi.
"He's old. His brain's gone soft."
"Everyone says Wang Yi has a high Basketball IQ. Just look at the garbage he's been playing these past few minutes."
"I've never seen anyone play like this. He's absolutely terrible."
It wasn't just the commentators and fans. Even Wang Yi's teammates were baffled.
They had no idea what Wang Yi was up to.
Now they all stared at him, waiting for an explanation.
If Wang Yi hadn't explained himself earlier because they'd still had a decent lead, then surely he owed them one now, with five minutes left and the team down by six.
Come on, boss. At the very least, you had to explain yourself.
Even if you weren't going to explain, you had to start playing hard.
And they weren't the only ones watching Wang Yi.
His face was on the big screen, too.
Every spectator in the arena was staring at the screen.
Some of the fans had already started gloating.
"He's out of options, hahahaha! He's 34 years old. He's not the unstoppable Wang Yi he used to be."
"This is our best chance to win the