Shaquille O'Neal's Discontent and Yao Ming

"Shaq, Kobe stole your glory! Without him, you could still have won the championship! The MVP, and the FMVP!"

"The Lakers are no longer your team. Kobe took all the honors that belonged to you! Now, you're just a player working under Kobe, like Horace Grant beside Jordan!"

"Tell that damn Italian! You're the Lakers' leader! All the honors should be yours, and the chance for the game-winner should be yours too! Make him play Pippen's role, and leave the rest to you!"

"Enough! Enough!" O'Neal roared as he jolted awake from his dream. Looking around, he found himself lying in his luxurious Los Angeles villa.

It had been a dream.

"Darling, what's wrong?" O'Neal's petite girlfriend beside him had not been sleepy to begin with. His roar startled her awake, and she asked worriedly.

Why hadn't she been sleepy?

Despite O'Neal's enormous size, several of his girlfriends had revealed that the Big Shark's performance in certain areas was utterly unbearable. The girlfriend beside him was also staring at O'Neal in a daze.

"Fuck, I heard a group of people whispering crazily in my ear. Damn it, it was complete nonsense." O'Neal panted heavily, unable to hide the sweat on his forehead.

"Some very, very bad people. Some gangsters! Whispering in my ear!"

"Damn it, how could I possibly win a championship without Kobe? Maybe I'd have had a chance after that old bastard retired, but now..." O'Neal shook his head, recalling those words from the dream.

O'Neal was not blind to reality. The reality was that there was simply no way he could crush Jordan by himself and win a championship!

When the God of Basketball and Kobe traded blows in the Finals, O'Neal knew he could not do that. Without Kobe, who could hold off Jordan?

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