Ray Allen was a little surprised when he heard that and glanced at Wade.
Was Wade not afraid those guys would come out and curse him for saying that?
After all, calling someone a devil from hell might not seem like much to Chinese people.
But in American culture, it counted as a very vicious insult.
So Ray Allen changed the subject. "We were just saying that once Wemby started being extra careful in the second half, it would be very difficult to draw another foul on him under the current rules."
And yet Wang Yi had still drawn one. It really proved the old saying: Wang Yi was a miracle. If he wanted to do something, there was nothing he couldn't do.
Wade nodded. "Yeah. Never underestimate Wang Yi's ability, anytime."
Even though he was already forty.
His ability was still absolutely top-tier in the league.
That was Wang Yi. That was the only Unrivaled Superstar in history!
Nearby, Yang Yi and Director Zhang were also analyzing the game.
Yang Yi tossed a question to Director Zhang. "Director Zhang, the Spurs took the lead again just now, but the Lakers came back and took the lead at the end of the third quarter. What do you think was the reason?"
Director Zhang smiled. "Isn't it obvious? Wang Yi, just like in the first half."
The Spurs had been leading, just as before. Wang Yi had drawn a foul on Wemby, just as before. And after Wemby went to the bench, the lead had disappeared, and the Lakers had even pulled ahead.
The game's pattern was clear. The Lakers weren't hitting their threes, so the Spurs were leading.
Then Wang Yi drew a foul on Wemby, and Wemby had to sit.
The Lakers attacked the paint and took the lead.