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!