Wang Yi's putback dunk turned into a pick-up shot after he was fouled.
This action was replayed over and over again on the big screen at Staples Center.
The DJ at the scene shouted Wang Yi's name loudly with a very impressive and epic voice.
"Wang——Yi———— from China"
This sound echoed in the Staples Center, making the small number of Chinese fans present excited and proud.
In contrast, MacMillan was furious.
"Capella, I asked you to foul, but I didn't ask you to give him 21!"
"Don't you know how to commit a foul? If you want to commit a foul, be more ruthless and pull him down. Don't let him have any chance to make another move! Do you understand?"
Capella nodded with a dark face.
When he looked at Wang Yi again, the fire in his eyes became even stronger.
This guy is so deceptive!
When Wang Yi heard McMillan's words and looked at Capela's expression, he already knew in his heart that this guy was a little angry.
Well, since you want to foul, then I will do what you want.
After making the free throw, he raised his chin to Capela.
With a very unsatisfied expression: "Hey, how are you?"
Capella looked fierce: "Don't let me catch you again!"
Wang Yi chuckled: "You stupid guy who only knows how to dunk, if you can, you can shoot a three-pointer."
Capella: "..."
Damn it, are you a strongman who locks up men?
I never know what three points is in my life.
Wang Yi showed a disdainful expression and repeated: "A stupid guy who only knows how to dunk."
Capela wanted to refute, but was unable to do so.
Although his footwork around the basket has improved, his shooting has still not been developed after playing in the league for several years.
His offense is more concentrated at the basket, and more than 55% of his offense are dunks.
How could he refute this?
Could it be said: Are you a bastard who can only shoot three-pointers, mid-range dunks, post-up singles and pull-up layups with logo three-pointers?
So he could only shut up.
If you can't fight with words, you will be even more angry inside.
After two more rounds, Wang Yi was double-teamed by two people and failed to make a three-point shot.
The Eagles got the rebound and quickly launched a fast break.
While walking quickly, Trae Young was blocked by Harrell and was unable to directly hit the basket.
He immediately dribbled the ball to the right.
Then it was passed to Capela who followed up in the middle.
At this time, the Lakers players were in a hurry and did not take advantage of the situation.
The person in front of Capela is none other than Wang Yi.
After he caught the ball, his eyes widened with anger.
This is your chance for revenge!
He jumped forward and came to Wang Yi.
Then he picked up the ball and rose from the ground.
Bang——
A heavy dunk from Wang Yi.
He dunked Wang Yi directly to the ground.
At the same time, the referee's whistle sounded.
Capella looked up to the sky and roared: "Ah————"
At the same time, the referee made a fist bump gesture and said loudly: "Offensive foul!"
Capella's roar stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck.
He turned around in disbelief and chased the referee: "What? This is ridiculous. Why is it an offensive foul? Shouldn't he be the one blocking it?"
However, the referee shook his head and extended his hand to warn: "Young man, stop complaining. This is an offensive foul. Look at the bridge of his nose, which was almost broken by your iron elbow."
Capela turned around and saw Wang Yi lying on the ground with a nosebleed.
But even though he had a nosebleed, he still had a smile on his face.
This smile made Capela even more angry.
This is like a parent educating a child and giving him a good beating. As a result, the child does not repent and lies on the ground still laughing.
Parents are naturally even more angry.
Capela shook his head repeatedly, chased the referee, and spread his hands: "But he is still laughing! This is a flop, a flop! How on earth do you enforce the law? Can't you see this?"
Di——
Sure enough, as he wished, the referee blew the whistle again.
Pointing at him, he gestured for a technical foul.
If Capela is on fire, he will chase the referee to argue.
Trae Young and several teammates quickly hugged Capela.
Several teammates pulled Capela back to the bench.
If he continues to argue a few words and gets a technical foul, he will be ejected directly.
Coach McMillan put Capela on the bench and looked at the number of fouls Capela had committed.
Already committed 4 times.
There was only one foul in the first half, and he still thought that he controlled it very well today.
As a result, from just now to now, he received three fouls in two minutes, plus a technical foul.
And the culprit of all this is the Chinese player.
Several players nearby comforted Capela: "Anyway, if you knocked him over and hit his nostrils to bleed, it can be regarded as a bad breath."
"Get rid of the fire, get rid of the fire. Look at his appearance, his nose is bleeding. I have never seen him so miserable."
However, is this really the case?
When coach McMillan looked up at the big screen.
The screen kept replaying the scene of Wang Yi being elbowed to the ground.
After Capela caught the ball and jumped, he was about to take off and dunk.
Since Wang Yi was not in a good position, it was impossible for him to prevent this dunk.
But at this moment, seeing that Wang Yi couldn't defend himself, he took the initiative to put his face in front of Capela's iron elbow.
At this moment, McMillan understood.
I couldn't help but curse: "This damn lunatic!"
This guy committed a foul on purpose.
In order to cause a foul on Capela, he even put his face in front of Capela's iron elbow.
You know, Capela weighs 108 kilograms, and his elbow strength is also quite terrifying.
He even took the initiative to put his face in front of Capela's elbow.
madman!
This guy is absolutely crazy!
McMillan felt a little numb on his scalp.
For an inconsequential game, he actually did this step.
This guy is simply a fighting maniac.
At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Wang Yi a few more times.
He was truly convinced by this guy's fighting will.
It's obviously one against five, but he still has to work hard to do it.
There aren't many guys like this in the world.
When the Lakers players saw the big screen at this time, they all understood Wang Yi's intention with this shot.
Caruso shook his head repeatedly and said angrily: "What a bastard, what a bastard!"
Harrell next to him asked: "He has already spelled it like this, and he still curses?"
Caruso still shook his head: "I'm scolding myself and us players. Wang has worked so hard for a victory, blood is splattered on the field, but we are still walking slowly on the field. What a bastard, we
They are all a bunch of assholes!"
Harrell was silent for a moment and gradually clenched his fists.
His eyes became sharper:
"We are indeed bastards. But we can't continue to be bastards. The king has fought hard to get here, and we can't let him down anymore!"
Kuzma gritted his teeth as he watched the team doctor clean up Wang Yi's nosebleed on the sidelines:
"Let's do it! If we don't do it, we'll be so inhuman!"
Morris put the hairband on his head: "We couldn't stand up to Wang before, but in the remaining ten minutes, let us fight with Wang and fight together! Even if we lose in the end, we will lose together.
Instead of us four bastards watching him fight alone until the end."
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
The Lakers players raised their fists one after another.
Shouting angrily.
The sound echoed throughout the Staples Center.
Coach Vogel glanced at James, and James looked back.
Chapter completed!