Xu Jingyu sighed as well and said:
"In the final four minutes, Brother Yi truly showed his age. He couldn't run anymore, and he couldn't jump anymore.
"It had become very difficult for him to get past King Arthur with his changes of direction.
"Watching King Arthur give him just a light bump and send him tumbling to the floor.
"Watching him, at forty-two years old, still throwing himself to the ground to fight for loose balls, only to lose out to King Arthur in the end.
"It really breaks your heart for Brother Yi.
"There will definitely be plenty of haters using those four minutes to criticize Brother Yi.
"But no matter what they say, Brother Yi has already performed brilliantly. He took a newly formed all-Chinese team to the Finals and pushed the Detroit Pistons led by King Arthur and Antoine into a Game 7 battle.
"Brother Yi has been outstanding enough. Brother Yi has earned everyone's respect.
"Even if the Lakers fail to win Game 7.
"Brother Yi's season has already been an enormous success."
Xu Jingyu's words left the fans feeling somewhat melancholy as well.
"Veterans never die. They just grow old."
"The next game will be Brother Yi's final game."
"My God, I only just remembered—the next game will be the final game of Brother Yi's career. We'll never get to watch him play again after that."
"Time, please slow down."
"We'll send Brother Yi off in the next game."
After the game, Wang Yi did not attend the press conference.
Instead, he sat on a bench in the locker room, silent for a long time.
No one around him disturbed him.
When the reporters came for interviews, the coach and players kept them far away from Wang Yi, allowing him to be alone