Champion Creed
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324: 136: The gentlest yet most terrifying sentence (Vote for monthly ticket!)_3 324: 136: The gentlest yet most terrifying sentence (Vote for monthly ticket!)_3 You can always, always trust Scottie Pippen.

What is Shaq as a top secondary option?

The real Magic secondary option might not even be in the Magic!

After grabbing the rebound, O’Neal immediately found Roger, who steadily caught the ball and dashed to the frontcourt.

Facing Jordan, who had already retreated to the paint, he used a beautiful Euro step to catch Jordan off guard and score the basket.

Saru, sitting on the bench, happily waved his towel—Roger’s Euro step was becoming more and more expert.

This basket gave the Magic a 7-point lead in the final moments and solidified their victory.

In the end, the Magic won Game 4 with a score of 97 to 93.

An even smarter playing O’Neal dominated with 31 points and 13 rebounds.

Roger scored 36 points, 14 of which came in the fourth quarter.

After the game, O’Neal was very smug, “Still think I’m dispensable?

Me and Roger, we’re indispensable!”

In the two victories, Brian Hill had found the most balanced combination between Roger and Shaq.

O’Neal took charge in regular time, allowing Roger to conserve some energy.

And when it came to crunch time, Roger, still full of energy, would take over the game.

With the series tied at 2-2, the defending champions tenaciously clawed the match back.

Tonight, Jordan, visibly furious at the press conference, said, “We won’t give the Magic any more chances, we’ll definitely secure the match point in Chicago!”

After attending the press conference, he saw Roger sitting on a folding chair with a cup of coffee, waiting for him, just like Jordan did at the United Center before.

Seeing Jordan come out, Roger stood up, smiled, and greeted him, “How’ve you been?

Is your family doing well?”

Jordan also didn’t want Roger to see him explode with anger, so he forced a smile and said, “They’re all fine.”

“That’s good.

Good luck in the next few games.

After the season, let’s go play golf together.”

“Sure.”

“To let you win, you better start practicing your swing in advance.”

“It’s you who should practice your swing, Roger.”

Watching Roger leave, the smile on Jordan’s face instantly vanished.

He kicked the folding chair Roger had just been sitting on, that bastard, actually daring to come to gloat at his expense!

Just as Jordan was about to explode, Roger suddenly turned back and said, “Oops, I took this chair from the locker room, I need to return it.

Hm?

How did the chair get so far?

Michael, you didn’t kick the chair out of anger, did you?”

“I didn’t.

Why would I be angry?

Just because you’ve evened the score?

Hilarious, the situation is still under my control, I’m not angry at all.”

“Then why did the chair fly so far?”

“Ask the chair, I’m not angry!”

Roger ignored Jordan’s excuses, walked over to the corner with a sly smile and picked up a DV camera: “Hehe, got it all on tape, Michael.

I’ll enjoy watching your expression back home.”

This was the first time Roger got to experience the fun of being a spy.

“You fucking…

idiot!

Boring!

Bastard!” Jordan stormed off, fuming.

Roger had the last laugh; he accomplished what Jordan hadn’t—he saw Jordan’s angry face,

Watching the joyful Roger, the nearby reporters all shook their heads.

These two guys, do they have to compete over everything?

Absolutely insane!

Game 5 returned to Chicago, and Michael Jordan failed to keep his promise to secure the match point.

He himself scored 35 points with a 52% shooting rate, but apart from him, the Bulls’ team went silent.

The Magic lost Game 1 because their role players went silent, and today it was the Bulls’ turn.

What goes around comes around; no one can escape it.

Pippen appeared not to have recovered from missing two crucial free throws in the last game, and Dumars finally felt the cruelty of age after five grueling matches.

On the Magic’s side, it was the old routine; O’Neal shot more during regular time, saving Roger’s energy.

In the fourth quarter, Roger took control of the game and efficiently finished off the Bulls, securing the pivotal win.

The Magic took three games in a row, managing to edge the overall series lead to 3-2!

The Chicago Bulls now faced a do-or-die situation, their dynasty a mere step from complete collapse.

The possibility of the Magic advancing in Game 6 was huge because, in ordinary circumstances, such a devastating loss on the pivotal mountain and the blow of losing three consecutive playoff games were enough to crush any team.

But the Chicago Bulls were, after all, the most successful team of the 90s.

In G6 in Orlando, with their lives on the line, the Bulls team started using biting defense from the second quarter to suppress the Magic’s shooting percentage.

They could no longer care about things like energy distribution; for them, this was the last battle with no way out, there was no energy to spare.

The strategy worked, with O’Neal making frequent mistakes during regular time instead of dominating as usual.

Roger had to take control earlier than planned, but the intense confrontation also wore out his shooting touch.

However, Roger had one advantage, he noticed that the referees’ tolerance wasn’t high today; they were very willing to blow the whistle.

So Roger recklessly threw himself into the fray time and time again, creating havoc.

Even Rodman’s brutal clothesline foul couldn’t stop Roger from continuing his assaults.

He was determined to end the series in Game 6, but facing this Bulls team, determination alone wasn’t enough.

In the fourth quarter, both sides utterly exhausted, took turns to miss shots, turning the game into an ugly brawl of tough defense.

Neither team could keep hold of the ball consistently, and nobody was able to score reliably.

O’Neal couldn’t alter the situation under the Bulls’ relentless Hack-a-Shaq strategy, his free throw shooting became visibly disoriented.

Roger, whose shooting touch had been worn out by repeated attacks on the basket, couldn’t change the situation either.

Pippen couldn’t change the situation, which was foreseeable.

Jordan didn’t manage to either; the early pressing and strangling defense left Jordan exhausted.

With all four superstars faltering, no one knew what the outcome of the game would be.

It wasn’t until the Zen Master subbed in number 7 that the scale of victory finally began to tilt.

Toni Kukoc replaced the fouled-out Rodman late in the fourth quarter, and in the subsequent time he scored 9 points with 4 out of 5 shots, completely cracking the Magic’s defense.

Roger looked at his best friend from Chicago, who delivered the most cruel blow to his heart!

At the moment the game ended, Toni Kukoc raised his arms high, savoring this hard-earned victory.

In this Bulls team, people only remember Pippen and Rodman’s all-around defense.

They only remember Phil Jackson was awarded Best Coach.

They only remember Michael Jordan’s MVP.

But few remember their best Sixth Man on the bench!

This immensely talented player had always been overshadowed by the aura of the Bulls’ Big Three, but at the moment when the dynasty was teetering, he became the last fulcrum of the Chicago dynasty!

After the game, Roger gazed at his good friend from afar, breathing heavily.

That guy actually managed to snatch back a lifeline for the Bulls from the Orlando Arena, truly unpredictable.

In the ’94 Eastern Conference Finals Game 7, with moments to go, Toni Kukoc was on the verge of crying on the court.

His consecutive losses of defensive rebounds allowed the Knicks to take a 2-point lead in the final 18 seconds.

At that time, he was almost breaking down, and it was Roger who comforted him, “We haven’t lost yet.”

Afterward came the classic throat-sealing of the Knicks in the last 18 seconds.

Roger led the team to victory, also rescuing the European player’s confidence.

That same summer of ’94, Roger left the Chicago Bulls, a team he despised and detested.

He had almost no attachment to Chicago, with only one person in mind, “Don’t worry about the criticism from Scott and Michael, you are the best!

Thank you, goodbye Toni, my forever friend.”

At that time, how could Roger have imagined that the same friend he had always encouraged would, two years later, deal the most painful blow to him tonight.

Kukoc approached Roger proactively, embracing him, “Sorry brother, but I had to do it, after all, I am a member of the Bulls.”

Roger patted Kukoc’s back, his tone remarkably calm, “It’s okay Toni, in the end, you guys are still going to lose.”

Roger’s tone was so composed as though he was stating a well-known fact.

That was the gentlest yet most terrifying thing Toni Kukoc had ever heard.

Thus, the bloodiest series was dragged into the bloodiest Game 7!

The collapse of a dynasty and the rise of a new one were just a step away.

The wheels of history had reached their final moment.