Champion Creed
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615: 219: This is a unique backdrop (asking for monthly tickets!)_2 615: 219: This is a unique backdrop (asking for monthly tickets!)_2 The basketball spun out of control, Hornacek and Pippen were both ready to dive for it on the floor, but Roger dashed forward in a flash and swept the ball away.

Roger’s block, Pippen’s steal, the two perfectly neutralized the Jazz Team’s fast-break counterattack!

But it wasn’t over yet, their connection continued.

Roger charged towards the enemy lines like a lone knight, but when he reached the free-throw line, Roger unexpectedly sent a no-look pass to Pippen at the right 45° angle beyond the three-point line.

Pippen caught the ball and shot immediately.

The trajectory of the basketball was flat, a sign that Pippen’s back was still affecting his shot.

But the ball ultimately fell through the net, a successful hit!

From defense to offense, Roger and Pippen completed the connection on both ends of the court!

After making the shot, Pippen pumped his fist with force.

Magic exclaimed, “Scottie is the best ‘Divine Hand’ in the world!”

18 to 9, after this three-pointer, the Hawks led by 9 points.

The Georgia Dome was already boiling over.

To the neutral fans, they might have wanted to see an intensely contested game, but for the Hawks fans, they desperately hoped the game would lose suspense in the first quarter.

Their hearts couldn’t take another stimulant like the last battle.

But soon, the thing Atlanta fans were worried about happened.

On this Jazz offensive play, Pippen, after attempting a steal on Stockton’s pass, suddenly clutched his back and collapsed next to the scorer’s table.

The Jazz scored on this play, and Lenny Wilkens immediately called for a timeout.

Magic, who was close by, saw the pained expression on Pippen’s face and felt a sense of foreboding, “No, no, no, this is the worst situation.

Scottie’s been very energetic today, making a huge impact on both ends of the court.

It can’t be what I’m thinking.”

“Scottie has had a back injury since the regular season.

He’s been pushing through it for a while, and we don’t know if he can continue,” Marv Albert said with a heavy tone.

Roger quickly walked over to Pippen, “How does it feel?”

Wearing a mask of pain, Pippen said, “I felt a jolt in my back, I’m done for, buddy, I’m done for!

I can’t play anymore, I can’t move my back at all!”

Pippen felt that even thinking about standing up straight was excruciatingly painful.

All eyes in the arena were on Pippen, and soon team medics came onto the court to assess his condition.

The Jazz players, on the other hand, were taking the opportunity to rest.

If Pippen really couldn’t continue, it would undoubtedly be a godsend for the Jazz.

The team medical staff tried to help Pippen off the court, but Pippen wanted to struggle on, “Is there any way to quickly relieve the pain?

A cortisone shot?”

“A cortisone shot won’t help with your kind of injury.

We can only do some massage and electrotherapy, but the pain definitely won’t be completely gone.

How much relief you’ll get varies from person to person,” they replied.

“Damn it, just do it!”

Roger came close to Pippen, touching his head, “Take a break, Scott.”

Pippen was silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled a single word, “No way!”

“Hm?”

“Do you know what I regret most in my life?

It’s the fucking East Conference Finals of 1994, that damn moment when I refused to take the court!

Thinking about it now is just…

fucking…

stupid!

I won’t do that again, I refuse to sit and watch you win alone!

I’m coming back, Roger, I have to come back, don’t let those bastards in Salt Lake City widen the gap!”

Pippen was upset, that game was the nightmare of his career.

If the migraine in the ’90 East Conference Game 7 could be explained away by the pain of his father’s passing, the refusal to play in ’94 was a stain Pippen himself couldn’t justify.

When he thought about it, he would feel ashamed.

In the original history, the Pippen who had long since retired and completely abandoned shame used the “racism” argument as a catch-all excuse to cover it all up.

But now, the Scottie Pippen who still had a sense of honor would not allow that to happen again.

Roger patted Pippen’s shoulder, “Get treated first.”

After that, Pippen walked off the court with the support of the team’s medical staff.

In the stands, countless Hawks fans covered their heads.

Bruce Bowen substituted for Pippen, and of course, Bowen’s defense was also excellent, but you couldn’t equate a Bowen who had just truly started playing in the NBA to the Scottie Pippen of 1998.

At this point, Karl Malone was undoubtedly the biggest beneficiary.

In the past few games, Malone’s real trouble wasn’t Big Ben, but the ever-timely help-defense from Pippen.

That guy was omnipresent, making Malone not even dare to hold the ball for long.

Now, Karl Malone was about to smash the Georgia Dome!

“The game continues, and the Hawks ultimately lost Scottie.

We don’t know when he will return, or even if he will return.

But this is what Roger has to face.

Can Atlanta’s savior turn the tide?

Every ordinary person yearns for a hero’s tale, but heroes often write their legends in ways that the world cannot imagine!” Marv Albert said as the Hawks began their offense.

Roger took control of the ball himself, spotting an opening on Bryon Russell’s left side, and accelerated directly.

Just as he brushed past Russell, Hornacek already had his hand reaching for the ball.

Roger quickly hugged the basketball with both hands above his head, avoiding Hornacek’s attempted steal.

Afterwards, he made a fake pass to Bowen.

Hornacek hurriedly lunged at Bowen, breaking the double team.

Roger then spun around for a jump shot, the ball soaring over Bryon Russell’s fingertips and through the net with a swish!