Barkley beside him shook his head repeatedly. "Goddamn, he really made that three! He really made that go-ahead three!"
The Lakers had only 1.7 seconds left.
Barkley continued, "There's no denying that Wang Yi has created many miracles, but there are only 1.7 seconds left now, and his right foot is seriously injured. Can he still create a miracle under these circumstances? I'd say it'll be very, very difficult."
Even Shaquille O'Neal, who had always believed in Wang Yi, shook his head somewhat despairingly.
"1.7 seconds, down by one. How are they supposed to play this? How?"
"Is Wang Yi going to attack the paint again? But the paint has already been locked down. Is he still going to draw the defense and kick the ball out like before? But the Pistons are prepared now. As long as Wang Yi gets the ball this time, more people will definitely trap him. Wang Yi might not even be able to pass the ball out."
Barkley sighed. "Yeah, Wang Yi might not even be able to get the pass off. So what, have him draw the defense inside and pass directly to the perimeter? Are they really going to hand a shot that decides the championship to someone else?"
The Lakers used their final Timeout, and two players helped Wang Yi back to the sideline.
Phil Jackson was getting anxious now.
Yes, even the Zen Master was somewhat anxious at this moment, because aside from Wang Yi, he truly had no one else he could rely on.
Were they really going to hand the shot that decided the championship to another Role Player?
But this was different from before. They had had 30 seconds before, with room for error. Now, there was no margin for error at all. If they handed it