Champion Creed
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484: 180: When the Flame Burns Out (Request for Monthly Tickets!)_4 484: 180: When the Flame Burns Out (Request for Monthly Tickets!)_4 However, we had already become part of the legend.

We just needed to win one more championship, and not even God could break us apart.

Our names would appear in history, in everyone’s praises!

Let’s go, brothers, no matter where we find ourselves in the future, we damn well have to win the final championship!”

More and more people joined the conversation, some had prepared speeches, and even those who hadn’t prepared anything began to speak extemporaneously.

Michael Cage was pounding on the table as he yelled, “We’re damn eternal!”

Harper, with tears streaming down his face, confessed, “I love you, you damn bastards, forget about the future, we need to win until the end!”

Wilkins shouted from his heart, “Let’s soar one last time and put on that ring!”

Even Brian Hill, whom the players considered an outsider, joined in: “Before, everyone thought we couldn’t, everyone thought Michael’s reign was unshakeable, but look at us now!

Who is standing here!

It’s not just the championship that belongs to us, the entire basketball world is ours.

Our legend will never fade!”

O’Neal silently watched everything before him, thinking these people had gone mad.

Finally, everyone’s eyes turned to Roger.

Roger had written something down.

He stood up, began to read from his notes at an even pace:

“Transfers, struggles, major locker room splits…

we’ve come this far, made many mistakes, lost a lot of things.

To be honest, a lot of it was self-inflicted.

But just like life, we make many choices without the ability to turn back.

So, we didn’t complain, we moved forward, and we are standing here!

We have 37-year-old Dom, fighting until he can no longer stand in every game.

We have the ever-reliable Derricks, the godsent Saru, and still tough Cage…

I’m lucky to have all of you.

Though we have not walked the full journey of our careers together, what we have achieved is absolutely irreplaceable.

We changed history, altered the league’s dynamics.

No one knows what the future holds, but let’s try to leave a perfect ending.

Every chapter must end, and when this one does, I hope we can look back and remember those special moments.

I love you.”

Roger finished reading and took out a bucket he had prepared earlier.

He tossed his writings into the bucket, and others followed suit, throwing in their writings as well.

Then, Roger signaled Spoelstra to turn off the lights.

In complete darkness, Roger lit a match and threw it into the bucket.

In the dark room, the flames were like a projector in a movie, bringing to life the scenes from the past few seasons.

The players of the Magic Team would never forget this moment, nor the quiet atmosphere in the room.

The flames danced in the darkness, and everyone sat together quietly, watching the flames slowly extinguish.

The strips of paper in the bucket were their memories of the team, and now, they were utterly consumed, symbolizing the end of everything.

Yet, the players could feel an intense closeness with one another, feeling that their bonds were at their strongest at that moment.

The team’s cohesion reached its peak at that moment.

Roger wiped his eyes, then signaled Spoelstra to turn the lights back on.

Many had teary eyes, but by then, these tough guys had put away their seldom-revealed tenderness.

Roger adjusted his emotions and then clapped his hands:

“Alright, let’s go win the last two games!”

The next day, Game 4 of the series, Delta Center.

The Jazz Team officially created a noisy atmosphere before the game even started.

They set off fireworks inside the arena and brought in the famous boxing announcer Michael Baffour to stir up excitement, asking everyone, “Are you ready to get fired up!!!!”

What followed were deafening shouts.

In the stands, fans from Salt Lake City raised slurs against Roger and various cartoons mocking the Magic.

One cartoon depicted Roger with a rope tied to a barking Shaq, with the caption: “You and your wild dog can’t scare us!”

Roger decided then that after the game he would pay to have that cartoon framed and hung in his house.

It was well drawn.

Both teams took their positions, Karl Malone approached the center circle with a mocking smile, “Your team is about to fall apart, didn’t expect someone as arrogant as you to see this day.”

“Shut up, Karl, regardless, I’ve already left several championships for Orlando.

How about the Utah Jazz?

That lone Western Conference championship banner you’ve got looks just like you’ve raised a white flag.”

“So what?

My fans love me.

As long as I am with my team, we will never rebuild, and we always remain competitive, even if I’ve only won one Western conference championship.”

This time, Roger truly laughed: “Making your fans and team wait so long for nothing, and you call that great?”

Karl Malone decided to stop talking because it made him look like a complete fool.

He wanted to teach this annoying bastard a tough lesson through action.