Champion Creed -
Chapter 419 - 419 162 I am the Mayor of New York!
419: 162: I am the Mayor of New York!
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(Vote for the monthly ticket!)_6 This completely disrupted Jordan’s defensive rhythm; he could no longer predict what Roger was planning next.
Jordan and Childs formed a human wall between Roger and the paint, but Roger’s target was not the paint at all.
He moved to an almost zero-degree angle, then, without a pause in his steps, he jumped directly and made a drifting shot!
Jordan and Childs hadn’t expected Roger to make such a move, and with Roger’s body drifting in the air off the defense, neither of them could completely block his shooting space.
As Roger’s body nearly flew out of bounds, he gently lobbed the ball.
This was why Roger still trained hard in the summer; on the basketball court, you can never have too many weapons!
Roger shed countless drops of sweat to develop the drifting shot into his regular offensive arsenal.
And now, it was time for that sweat to turn into the tears of New York fans!
The ball flew over the heads of Jordan and Childs, under Shaq’s watchful eyes, and swished through the net!
In the final 0.2 seconds, Roger’s seamless turn-around drifting shot scored successfully between two defenders, leaving the New York fans completely breathless on Christmas Eve!
The cries of “Fuck Roger” turned into shrieks from the New York fans.
Those who had just been giving the middle finger, now had their hands over their heads.
Roger, smiling, jumped onto the scorer’s table, cockily folding his arms across his chest: “I’ve been saying since ’95, this city fucking belongs to me, I’m the mayor of New York!
What can any of you do to me?
What can Michael Jordan do to me?”
The mystery that had been hidden for two months was revealed; the invincible New York Knicks ultimately could not escape the punishment from the defending champions!
The footsteps of a dynasty being established never stopped!
Excited, Magic shouted, “Roger, with one pass, one block, and one shot, successfully killed the New York Knicks!
Look, the champions, even before they die, are still champions!”
It must be said that American commentators sure have a lot of words, unlike the 21st-century Chinese commentators, who mainly use phrases like “this night, filled with hot tears, benzocaine, prolonged gold, and Juyuan ring patterns.”
Although there are still 0.2 seconds left in the game, the whole world knew the game was over.
The players from the Magic Team rushed towards the scorer’s table to embrace Roger.
This was a win of tremendous significance; on this Christmas night, defeating the strongest opponent provided all the Magic players a boost of confidence in this tumultuous season.
Now everyone knew they still had a chance at a three-peat; it wasn’t over yet!
The entire Magic Team was extremely excited, only O’Neal calmly stood in place, wiping his sweat, the only Magic player who did not participate in the celebration.
Sometimes O’Neal thought, even if they really won the championship, he might not celebrate with Roger.
Unintentionally, O’Neal and Jordan made eye contact.
Shaq, looking at a downcast Jordan, helplessly shrugged his shoulders:
“I hate him too, Michael, but that’s fucking why I need to play with him.”
O’Neal made his choice because he knew very well that without Roger, he might never get close to a three-peat again in his lifetime.
Saru was right, he might be a jerk, but he was definitely a good player.
In the end, the Orlando Magic won 108 to 107 against the New York Knicks, handing the Knicks their third loss of the season.
It plunged New Yorkers back into a dark abyss once again.
Michael Jordan + Patrick Ewing couldn’t solve all the problems.
Breaking through the darkness created by Roger and Shaq?
That wouldn’t be so easy.
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“There’s nothing to say, no controversy, if the ref didn’t call it, it was a good play,”—Michael Jordan discussed the controversy over Roger’s last defense where he pulled on his jersey and then blocked the shot.
“What?
Do you really want me to kneel and beg for the referees’ pity?
I don’t want to answer any more questions about that last defense.
We lost, we lost, I’ll remember this game and then win it back!”—Jordan yelled at reporters about the controversial defense.
“This loss tells us we still have a lot of work to do.
The championship doesn’t have legs; it won’t just run into our arms.
We need to keep working hard, keep competing, and never become complacent,”—Phil Jackson spoke calmly about the loss.
“Enough!
I didn’t come to this press conference to be mocked!
Say what you want, but don’t think you can stop me.
I won’t give up, I won’t back down.
I’m going to have it out with this damn world, just wait and see!”—Ewing exploded at reporters over the question “What does it feel like to recruit Jordan at a salary cut and still not beat the Magic?”
“Roger and Shaq are undoubtedly the strongest duo in history.
As long as they are on the court together, no matter who they face, winning a game will be as easy as eating a doughnut.
We’re led by a historic combination, aiming for historic achievements!”—Derrick McKey tearfully said after the game, having thought the team was doomed when he missed that crucial mid-range shot.
“Roger and I are fine, we’re still winning, aren’t we?
I don’t want to talk about him,”—O’Neal discussed Roger.
“Hi Roger, this is the first time you’ve played alongside Shaq on the court after his interview with Jim Gray.
After all you’ve been through, do you feel any change between you two?”
“Is there any change?
You’ve seen it yourself, we’re still harvesting victories, still causing panic in New York.
Nothing has changed, everyone waiting for us to collapse is disappointed.
I especially owe George an apology for making him waste a bottle of red wine.
You wanted to celebrate our big explosion, but ended up utterly disappointed.
No worries, I’ll grab a vintage bottle from my vineyard in a few days as compensation for the psychological damage.”
“How would you rate the New York Knicks formed by Michael and Patrick?”
“A team of historic strength, at least Patrick doesn’t get migraines out of nowhere or refuse to play, at least Phil doesn’t spend too much time on his hair.
Unfortunately, today they lost to another team of historic strength.”
“I didn’t expect you to bring up Scott and Pat.”
“You know, they are my brothers, I love them, so I often talk about them.”
“One last question, will you ever accept an interview with Jim Gray again?
It’s generally believed that he’s the trigger for the conflict between you and Shaq.”
“Absolutely not, I won’t speak to that scum, let alone go on his show.
He’s on my blacklist.”
“Uh…
I’m afraid I can’t quite translate that verbatim into the article.”
“Then you can use a slightly more civilized phrase, like, ‘Roger will absolutely not talk to that bitch’s bastard Jim Gray.’
“Okay, that word is indeed ‘much better.’ Thanks for the interview, Roger, see you at the next victory.”
—Roger’s interview with “Sports Illustrated” columnist Andrew Sharp.
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