Wang Yi said nothing. He picked up the red wine glass on the table and poured himself a drink.
Then he clinked glasses with Dongzi.
The two glasses touched with a clear chink.
"To the championship." Wang Yi raised his glass.
"To us."
Doncic tipped his head back and took a long drink.
"Honestly, if it weren't for you, I might never have gotten my hands on that championship Trophy. Every season used to end with nothing to show for it. I was starting to think I was a fraud."
Wang Yi smiled and took a sip too.
"Come on. With those passes of yours, you put the ball right on a platter for me. I could've dunked with my eyes closed."
The two of them chatted on and off like that.
They went from a game-winning shot in one match to overtime in another.
Then they talked about the time Doncic had sneaked a Coke in the Training Hall and gotten caught by the coach.
They talked about the first time Wang Yi taught Doncic to speak Chinese, when Doncic tried to say, "I want to check the cards," but mangled it into "I want to smoke cards."
Doncic's wife brought over a fruit platter and chimed in with a smile.
"He's been saying these past few days that he'll never get to complain about the refs with you in the locker room again."
Doncic rubbed the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed.
"Now that I'm retired, I'll take my family traveling. You know, my daughter's always wanted to see Paradise Falls, and my wife wants to visit the Great Wall. We were too busy before, but now we finally have the chance."
Wang Yi nodded and watched the three little ones chasing a ball nearby.
"Sounds