Champion Creed
Chapter 192 - 192 095 What he wants is more than just victory Vote for me monthly!

192: 095: What he wants is more than just victory (Vote for me monthly!) 192: 095: What he wants is more than just victory (Vote for me monthly!) The game was paused, and Michael Jordan walked off the court, cursing under his breath.

An unthinkable, disgraceful mistake had completely destroyed Michael Jordan’s perfect image.

Jordan couldn’t even forgive himself; that last play had utterly humiliated him.

Passing the ball at a crucial moment was one thing, but the most disgraceful part was the confusion in that pass.

Pippen also buried his face in his hands on the bench.

He had a clear chance to make a name for himself, to change the game at a critical moment.

Had he just caught the ball and made that damn open jump shot, he could have been the hero of the night.

But he had managed to turn himself into a clown with such a great opportunity.

The big screen at Orlando Arena was replaying a series of Roger’s performances during the crucial moments.

Among them, the footage of him scoring over both Jordan and Pippen’s heads was the fan favorite.

The second most popular was the footage of Jordan’s passing blunder.

The great Michael Jordan himself also appeared embarrassed at the moment of the mistake.

His divinity seemed to vanish entirely at that moment.

A real god does not make mistakes in crucial moments, always hitting the mark.

Even if it isn’t aiming for the hoop, he definitely finds his teammates accurately.

Whether Jordan admits it or not, he was completely outplayed by Roger in the clutch tonight—that’s the truth.

Phil Jackson called yet another timeout, but it was no longer possible to stop the Bulls’ decline, as that mistake had significantly demoralized the team.

After the break, Jordan made a difficult mid-range shot, but time was no longer on the Bulls’ side.

104 to 97, Orlando Magic defeated the Bulls at home, leading the series 1 to 0.

Jordan’s performance was unmatched, scoring 47 points right at the start of the Eastern Conference Finals.

Impressive, but honestly, useless.

Roger had 39 points, Shaq 24 points, and Grant 18 points, making Jordan’s 47 points nothing more than empty stats.

The Magic’s season record against the Bulls was now rewritten as 5-0.

Complete dominance!

Total suppression!

Jerry Krause was already packing up his home.

He felt it was only a matter of time before the fans found his address and hung him from a streetlight.

Frankly, even as an ardent fan of Roger, Krause had not anticipated such a scenario.

He knew from the start that teaming up Roger and O’Neal would be troublesome, but he hadn’t anticipated it being the kind of trouble that would prevent the Bulls from winning a single game.

Krause was deeply mired in self-reproach.

Trading away the best player in the team wasn’t uncommon; many general managers made that mistake.

But to trade away the best player and also create an unbeatable opponent was stupidity, sheer stupidity.

Soon, however, Krause felt wronged.

No, this couldn’t be blamed on me.

How the hell could this be my fault?

This has absolutely nothing to do with me!

Would I have done such a stupid thing if not for that damned egg, if not for his damned demands?

What did Jordan say last summer?

“Do you think I would lose to a dumb fatty and a loser of the Finals?

Do you think I would be scared?

Do you think Roger could threaten my status with a team that got knocked out in the first round?

If you ask me, Roger should stay in the East so I can take even better care of him.”

What a fine statement, full of confidence, showing the domineering and mighty aura of the basketball god.

But now what?

0 wins and 5 losses, Black Jesus!

The bragging has burst!

Krause realized deeply that he and Jordan were now irrevocably tied together.

Though they were at odds, they were in the same boat.

Jordan’s failure was also Krause’s ruin.

Krause turned off the TV helplessly; he could only pray that Jordan would dominate everything in the upcoming games.

After the game, Jordan couldn’t avoid the interviews.

Using the “sports hernia” excuse once or twice was okay, but using it every time would be too shameless.

“How do you rate Roger’s shot over you and Scott’s head?”

“I only want to talk about things related to the Bulls.”

“Then Michael, what do you think about the passing mistake at the end?

It almost cost you the game.”

“Everyone makes mistakes, but I never look back; I’m only thinking about how to win the next battle now.”

“Human?

Not Black Jesus tonight?”

Jordan just glared at the reporter who asked that, saying nothing.

If he had a gun in his hand right now, he’d surely dismantle that person’s face.

But Jordan couldn’t do anything; he could only, like an actor dressed as a princess at Disneyland, tolerate being teased by visitors.

In the past, no reporter would dare to openly mock Jordan like this during a press conference.

Today’s query was a symbol of his rapidly declining status.

He was no longer the unquestionable ruler.

However, this bit of teasing was nothing compared to what Roger and Shaq said in their press conference.

If the reporter’s teasing was an offense, then Shaq and Roger’s comments were a direct assault on Jordan.

“Shaq, how do you rate Michael’s performance tonight?”

“Good but not great, impressive but not outstanding.

Overall, Michael was great, just a little bit behind Roger.”

“But he scored 47 points tonight, Roger had only 39.”

“Then why don’t you talk about Michael’s mistake at the crucial moment?

That was the biggest highlight of his night.”

Roger of course didn’t let Jordan off the hook either.

“Why the long face?

This is undoubtedly a great victory tonight.”