Shaquille O'Neal beside him clapped the table and exclaimed in admiration:
"Wang Yi had pulled back a 4-point deficit in just two possessions after coming on.
Oh my God, was he going to create another miracle?
Oh, God.
Oh, my God."
Yao Ming directly shouted in Chinese:
"Awesome!"
An official NBA commentator speaking Chinese was already inappropriate enough.
And while commentating for the whole world, Yao Ming had actually shouted "awesome" in Chinese. That was even more inappropriate. But he was far too excited to care about such things now!
When Billups saw Wang Yi make two straight shots to tie the score, his heart skipped a beat.
Was it happening again?
Earlier, the Pistons and Lakers had faced each other in the Finals for three consecutive years.
Back then, whenever Wang Yi was about to take over the game in a clutch moment, Billups would get this feeling. And now, that familiar feeling had returned!
King Arthur's heart also skipped a beat.
He had been Wang Yi's opponent longer than Billups had been a coach.
He knew this feeling all too well.
Wang Yi looked utterly exhausted. After scoring, he bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.
He seemed on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, yet whenever he moved, it felt as though the guy could stab you at any moment.
That feeling was absolutely terrible!
Now it was the other side's turn to attack.
This time, King Arthur had the ball, and Wang Yi took the initiative to defend him.
King Arthur muttered to himself.
He had gotten past Wang Yi countless times before. Why was Wang Yi abandoning the zone defense and insisting on playing Man-to-man Defense against him?
What was this guy plotting?
But