Champion Creed
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438: 168: Blood Will Be Shed (Request for Monthly Tickets!) 438: 168: Blood Will Be Shed (Request for Monthly Tickets!) Karl Malone really wanted to kill Roger, but he had more important things to do at the moment.

He had to win this game, and if he couldn’t defeat Magic without Shaq, his MVP stock would undoubtedly plummet.

Well, or perhaps…

could killing Roger and winning the game be done simultaneously?

The Jazz Team was now trailing by 4 points, with victory within reach, but the cliff also at their feet.

Jerry Sloan’s face was stern, showing not a trace of emotion.

This tractor-collecting Illinois farmer had a fierceness and toughness in his bones, and he wouldn’t panic just because he was pushed to the edge of a cliff.

Jerry Sloan calmly drew up a strategy, his tone hardly different from any normal day.

After reviewing the strategy, the team understood, they needed Karl Malone to shoulder the fate of the team.

After all, at the moment, Malone was the biggest advantage point for the Jazz.

This was exactly to Karl Malone’s liking, as today he was determined to finish off the game and Roger together!

On the other hand, Michael Cage shook his head:”Damn it…

I feel like vomiting!”

“Dude, are you trying to mimic Bill Russell?” McKey chuckled nearby.

It was well known that the great Mr.

11 Rings, Bill Russell, vomited in the restroom from nervousness before his first game in high school.

Since then, Russell had habitually vomited before games, even into his professional later years, and if he vomited, he could perform very well, if not, he would feel very uncomfortable.

Wilt Chamberlain also had this same love for vomiting, only he vomited in a different place than Mr.

11 Rings.

Now, at this critical moment, McKey even thought Cage was so nervous he wanted to vomit.

“I’m not kidding, damn it, I feel dizzy!” Cage waved his hand, his expression filled with agony.

Only Roger spotted the anomaly:”Brian, take Michael out and check whether he has a concussion.

Just now, that bastard Karl Malone knocked Michael down with an elbow, didn’t he?”

In this rough era of play, the coaches and the league were not yet very conscious about preventing concussions.

In their view, as long as a person could still stand up, then he was fine.

Upon Roger’s reminder, combined with the just-witnessed image of Michael Cage being elbowed, everyone swallowed hard.

Indeed, if the longest thing in this league was Roger’s legs, then the thickest would probably be Karl Malone’s arms.

Getting hit hard by his elbow on the head, who knows what that felt like.

Brian Hill hesitated.

If he took out Michael Cage, then during the critical moment, Magic would have to use Travis Knight, widely known as a weak player.

Really, unless some future influential star wanted to hype up his son, there might never again be an NBA player selected with college statistics worse than Knight’s.

Although Michael Cage was short and his athletic ability had declined, at least he was tough enough, and bold in playing tough and battling for positions.

Travis Knight?

In the paint area formed by Karl Malone and Mutombo’s elbows, he was almost brought to tears.

Take a look at his stats, today Brian Hill gave him 22 minutes of playtime, and the 213 cm tall player grabbed only 3 rebounds, without a single block.

If it weren’t for Wilkins helping out on the boards, Magic would have been crushed by second-chance points.

Honestly, if John Gabriel had consulted Roger during the draft and chosen that guy with the explosive hairdo, their situation now wouldn’t have been so dire.

“No”, Michael Cage waved his hand, “there’s no need to take me out, I can still play, Roger.”

Roger patted Cage’s shoulder: “I still need you to fight with me until June, buddy.

Let’s do it this way, I’ll lead the team to win!”

The game quickly resumed, and all the fans in the Delta Center stood up, clamoring to tear the Magic Team to shreds.

The friction on the court between the two teams fueled the fans into a frenzy.

Every fan in Salt Lake City now saw the Magic Team players as mortal enemies.

Thankfully, Salt Lake City has the lowest crime rate in America, otherwise, the Magic Team would need to be cautious when they took the bus back today.

Karl Malone stepped onto the court, staring intently at the opposing number 14.

Just by seeing the look in Malone’s eyes, Stockton knew what his partner was intending to do.

Someone was going to bleed.

At this moment, the Jazz Team players also realized that Magic Team was making a switch.

In the final moment, they brought in rookie center Travis Knight, while Michael Cage went straight off the court.

The commentators on site were puzzled: “What happened?

If Michael has also been injured, then Magic really will have to let Roger ride Harper as the center.”

Stockton knew what had happened, Malone had knocked Michael Cage over with an elbow, and Cage took a good while to get back up.

Even if you can stand up, it doesn’t mean you have recovered.

Honestly, Stockton was curious about whose hit was heavier, Karl Malone’s elbow or a professional heavyweight boxer’s punch.

No matter which was heavier, both were incredibly deadly.

Michael Cage had already knelt down, the next person smaller than him might fare even worse.

The MVP candidates’ battle continued, Jazz attacked; though it was a do-or-die moment, they still didn’t deploy any special tactics, sticking to their usual 1-4 pick and roll.

If you are tired of watching, don’t worry, this strategy would only continue to play in Salt Lake City for 13 more years, and then it would end.