"You said you could guard positions one through five? Melo, who came into the league the same year as you, treated you like an ATM. You should buy him dinner after the game!"
"LeBron fans said he had DPOY potential? Tonight Melo made him look like a background extra!"
"Anthony blew past you like he was crossing the street!"
"After this game, Anthony's the best player from the 2003 draft class. LeBron's just a product of media hype!"
"He got torched on defense and couldn't hit a shot on offense. The worst player on the court!"
"Is Coach Brown out of his mind? He had LeBron guard Anthony? He got absolutely wrecked!"
"Before the game, LeBron fans bragged that he'd lock down Melo. Then he got beaten so badly he shut down!"
"LeBron's postgame interview: 'We didn't execute our defensive strategy well!' Another excuse? Is it so hard to admit you got wrecked?"
After the game, fans tore into LeBron James, and the media reporters couldn't stop them from having their say.
What made it worse was that Su Yi's fans were leading the charge. LeBron Stans had started it, so they were just giving them a taste of their own medicine!
LeBron Stans were frantic when they saw all the criticism, but they had no way to defend him. Even when one or two of them tried to speak up, they were immediately swarmed.
Su Yi: LeBron Stans, look at you now! Hahaha!
Su Yi hadn't known about it at first, but he had a LeBron Hater he'd cultivated right by his side—Xu Rui.
Xu Rui had tipped him off right away.
When Su Yi heard, he clutched his stomach and laughed. All he could say was that his fans had done a great job.
Of course, Su