Offense and Defense, the Game-Winning Block
No one in the world except the Lakers had expected Wang Yi to take the final, crucial shot.
The substitute who had missed all four of his previous shots!
At the moment when no one expected it, Wang Yi shot the ball.
At Moda Center, twenty thousand spectators watched with bated breath.
Millions of viewers in front of their screens held their breath, too.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
If it went in, the Lakers would be just two games behind the Trail Blazers.
If it missed, the gap between the Lakers and the Trail Blazers would grow to four games. At that point, a comeback would be little more than a theoretical possibility.
Under the gaze of every eye,
the basketball arced across Moda Center's brilliantly lit dome like an orange meteor, plunging toward the rim.
At that moment, time seemed to stop, and the scene seemed to freeze.
Bang!
The meteor struck the ground.
The basketball slammed through the hoop!
128–127!
The Lakers had taken a one-point lead!
Moda Center erupted in an instant.
Thousands of spectators clutched their heads. "Oh, no!"
Thousands of spectators covered their faces. "Damn it!"
Everyone else stared at the court in disbelief, their eyes fixed on the player in the purple number 1 jersey.
Almost every Lakers player threw both arms into the air and roared.
The Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room chat had no words left—just a screen full of 6s.
"Brother Yi, 66666666666666666!"
"66666666!"
"66666666, Brother Yi is YYDS!"
In the broadcast studio, when the cameras weren't on her, Wang Xiaoqi jumped up in excitement.
She clenched both fists, looking downright adorable.
Wang Zixing was so excited that his voice cracked:
"It's in—oh my God, it's in! It's Wang Yi! Wang Yi! Wang