Michael Jordan shook his head when he saw this.
"There's nothing they can do. The Los Angeles Lakers are almost at the end of their rope."
"They've already brought out everything they can, but their opponent is simply too strong."
"Fortunately, the Lakers still have a leading advantage of more than ten points. Let's see whether those ten-plus points can carry them through to the final minute."
"As long as they can hold on until the final minute, I believe Wang Yi can create a miracle."
As Jordan said this, Yao Ming and Shaquille O'Neal both nodded, their anticipation rising as well.
Indeed, given Wang Yi's trait of becoming more dominant the more critical the moment was.
As long as the team could drag the game into the final minute, he would surely unleash strength beyond anyone's imagination.
But Shaquille O'Neal had a question at this point.
"But when the final minute of the fourth quarter comes, will Wang Yi still have any stamina left?"
"From the looks of it, the Detroit Pistons clearly want to wear Wang Yi down."
"They're denying Wang Yi opportunities to pass, forcing him to keep playing one-on-one. Even if he uses screens to create openings and takes simple shots..."
"He's already forty-six years old. He played sixteen minutes in the first half, and if he plays another seven or eight minutes this quarter, his stamina will be nearly depleted."
"When the fourth quarter comes, even if he grits his teeth and holds on through the first half of it, what will he do in the second half?"
At that, Yao Ming helplessly shook his head, while Jordan gave a bitter smile.
What could they do?
What else could they do?
If Wang Yi truly ran out of stamina, then they would be finished.
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