Watching Wang Yi block four shots in a row, Jordan finally lowered the hand that had been propping up his chin.
Then he stood up.
He even unconsciously reached out to applaud.
But he quickly realized that Wang Yi was now competing against the Hornets for the championship, and pulled back his already outstretched hand.
In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and sit back down.
The cameramen courtside captured each of Jordan's movements.
The game wasn't being broadcast by the Hornets' home crew today, but by ESPN, so they were relatively impartial.
Whenever anyone on either side made an impressive play, they replayed it over and over. And whenever anyone on either side made a fool of himself or lost his composure, they captured that too.
Jordan's movements had been caught on camera and broadcast to the screens of tens of millions of fans.
Seeing his reaction, the fans were all surprised.
"Oh, even Jordan's impressed!"
"Good Lord, even the God of Basketball is stunned."
The viewers in the Tencent NBA Live Broadcast Room were even more excited.
"If I'm not mistaken, did Jordan just try to clap?"
"He really did! Look at the replay. Jordan actually reached out, but then he clearly remembered that Wang Yi was playing against his Hornets, so he pulled his hand back. He even looked a little awkward, haha."
"Of course he was awkward. This might be the most awkward moment in the God of Basketball's life. He's the greatest player in league history, the greatest Shooting Guard, and now another Shooting Guard has blocked his team's center four times in a row. That's gotta sting."
After Wang Yi had sent Wembanyama sprawling with his block, he turned around and taunted Doug. "If you're a man, do it yourself."
Doug