When Shan He saw Wang Yi score, his eyes welled up with tears as well.
"Brother Yi really wants to lead us to a championship!"
Shan He's parents nodded excitedly at that.
"I never thought that even at 45, he could still score on the court. He truly is a legend among legends!"
All the Lakers players on the sidelines rose to their feet and applauded.
The Pistons players did not applaud, but the camera caught their expressions. Every face was filled with surprise and respect.
Even King Arthur showed sincere admiration at that moment.
King Arthur was already 33 years old, and he could clearly feel that his stamina was nowhere near what it used to be.
He used to play all 48 minutes with ease.
Now, while he could still last the full 48 minutes, he would always feel utterly exhausted afterward.
In games with extremely intense physical contact, even if he did not play the entire game, after a normal 35-minute outing, he would be panting and drenched in sweat by the end.
So he deeply understood the effects of the years.
He had never understood how Wang Yi, already 42 three years ago, had managed to keep playing through an overtime period in the do-or-die Finals Game 7.
Nor could he understand why Wang Yi had been able to score so many points in that game.
And now, Wang Yi had returned to the court once again.
Although he did not think Wang Yi could change the course of the game, seeing this veteran make a field goal on the court still left him utterly amazed.
Antoine's eyes, meanwhile, were full of admiration.
Wang Yi had been his idol since childhood.
Many times throughout his career, when he gritted his teeth and refused to give up,