Chapter 1039 - 335: Lessons from the King, Backstab from the Chosen One
He didn’t understand why James was a beat slower in reaction when Roger just took a shot.
It was clearly a jump shot with no deception whatsoever, yet in the face of the scariest man in the league, LeBron James seemed unfocused.
"Michael, I’m seriously defending." James spread his arms innocently.
For some reason, seeing this pretentious gesture made Jordan even angrier.
In Jordan’s eyes, James was like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. Look at his expression, look at his performance. After witnessing everything Roger did, his heart seemed to be sighing: "Damn it, I didn’t expect this scene, I didn’t expect him to be so strong, what should I do!?"
What was he afraid of? What was he avoiding?
Damn it, was he injected with a "Karl Malone botulinum"? In a crucial game, he was completely ineffective!
At that moment, Michael Jordan suddenly felt it was foolish to compare LeBron James to Roger.
They are not the same kind of people at all.
Jordan was furious at his lack of ambition and could only shout at Eric Snow at 40 years old: "Give me this turn!"
LeBron James didn’t say anything, he just ran forward silently, seemingly content to hide behind the wings of number 45.
Jordan continued to post up, taking a few steps then immediately taking a fadeaway jump shot. Tayshaun Prince’s exaggerated long arms made every shot from Jordan feel like walking a tightrope.