Jordan seemed to understand now, too. He suddenly realized what was going on and said:
"I get it, I get it."
"The opponents' defense wasn't intense enough, so Wang Yi couldn't get excited."
"When that happens, I use self-hypnosis. I imagine my opponents trash-talking me and committing flagrant fouls. That fills me with anger and ramps up my offense."
"Wang Yi uses a completely different method. When he feels the defense isn't intense enough, he has a teammate help the other team guard him, increasing their defensive intensity."
"That finally makes things interesting for him. It gets him fired up."
"That's why we're seeing such a baffling scene on the court."
After Jordan put it that way, many viewers in the livestream chat agreed with him, but some said it was ridiculous.
Who played basketball like that? If the opponents weren't playing tough enough defense, you'd ask your teammate to help them guard you?
It was absurd.
Many viewers in the chat had already started roasting Jordan.
"Shut up, Mike. You're too old. You've gone senile."
"Grandpa, go home and play with your grandkids."
"The older you get, the more nonsense you spout."
Most of the viewers who could post comments were young. They had never seen Jordan play, except in highlight reels.
So, to them, Jordan wasn't the God of Basketball. Michael Jordan was just a name.
At that moment,
Popovich was watching from the sidelines, looking astonished.
Then he furrowed his silver brows.
He absentmindedly scratched his head.
The cameraman on the sideline immediately caught the moment.
When the footage appeared on the big screen, everyone felt their hearts skip a beat.
Popovich had spent forty years coaching in the NBA and had seen just about everything.
By now, it seemed like nothing could surprise him.
Nothing could