Mike Breen had never seen Link from such a close distance before.
Even though he was wearing a suit today, smiling as he greeted everyone kindly.
Mike Breen still felt that Link carried the aura of a king.
He was immensely confident and showed no nervousness over commentating on a game for the first time.
He was unflustered, utterly composed in front of anyone.
How should he put it?
Link was perhaps the kind of man who could radiate his charm in any setting.
Even without deliberately doing anything, he would become the center of attention.
"Hello, Mike. It's my honor to work with you on this broadcast." Link politely shook Mike Breen's hand.
"The honor is mine too, Link. But I have to remind you—not to start cursing during the game."
"Hahaha, don't worry, Mike. I won't curse, but Draymond Green in Brazil might." Link waved his hand and made a joke.
"Did you really think Serbia had a chance yesterday, or were you just saying it?" Before the game began, Mike Breen seriously asked Link.
"Mike, I know the things I say often surprise people. But you have to believe me—I never speak carelessly. You should know that better than anyone. No matter how unreasonable my words may seem at the time, they always become reality in the end."
Link stared confidently at Mike Breen, making Breen look forward to the game even more.
That was right. Link never made empty claims. So perhaps Serbia really could put on a miraculous enough performance today.
After that, he and Mike Breen officially began commentating on the game in the studio.
The moment the game started, ESPN's ratings soared.
Serbia versus the Dream Team might not have seemed particularly interesting, but everyone believed that Link's commentary definitely would not be