Champion Creed
Chapter 620 - 620 220 Great Nomadic Dynasty

620: 220: Great Nomadic Dynasty?

(Requesting monthly tickets!) 620: 220: Great Nomadic Dynasty?

(Requesting monthly tickets!) After the game-winning shot, the whole world went silent.

Over the years, Roger had scored numerous clutch shots, but none could compare to the one he just made.

That jump shot encapsulated all his talents — calmness, touch, stability, a big heart, killer instinct, and competitiveness.

That jump shot propelled all narratives to their climax — fans pre-celebrating, opponents in premature despair.

It made Karl Malone look like a prim and tall lady on the outside who actually needs to stretch up to be satisfied, because his perfect performance at the crucial moment seemed only to provoke Roger’s powerful final strike!

Everyone was frozen for a moment when the ball went in, and about two or three seconds later, the Georgia Dome erupted into enthusiastic cheers, a stark contrast to the previous silence.

For a moment, Ted Turner even thought the old Georgia Stadium was going to collapse as the ground beneath him shook.

He was genuinely afraid that the old stadium could not withstand the fans’ passion.

The moment the buzzer sounded, all players from the Hawks immediately rushed onto the court, surrounding Roger.

Bryon Russell sat dumbfounded on the floor, Hornacek knelt down on his knees, Karl Malone looked like a soulless zombie, and John Stockton covered his head looking up at the dome of the stadium.

They all found it hard to believe.

Stockton and Hornacek couldn’t believe that their pass had been intercepted by Roger, who had already fallen.

Karl Malone couldn’t believe he lost the game despite performing perfectly at the key moment.

Bryon Russell couldn’t believe he had messed up during such a critical round.

The Jazz certainly experienced an unbelievable loss since they had the advantage at the last moment.

They were just half a minute away from taking the game back to Salt Lake City.

And once that happened, the whole outcome of the finals could have changed.

But Roger stopped all that.

Before the final shot, Roger hadn’t scored in nearly two minutes, his scoring seemingly stalled.

But when his team needed him the most, he stood out again.

He fulfilled all promises, he saved Atlanta, he made Andy’s wish come true.

He made the Atlanta Hawks champions!

The players from the Jazz began to hug and shake hands with Roger one by one.

Jerry Sloan also shook hands with Lenny Wilkens.

After the handshake, Sloan stood at the sidelines with hands on his hips and lingered for a long time.

4 to 1, the final score was despairing.

Last season facing the strongest duo in history and ending with 4 to 1, Jerry Sloan hadn’t felt so desperate.

Because at that time, everyone had a thought: as long as Roger and Shaq split, they wouldn’t have such dominance.

This despair was only temporary, it couldn’t last long.

But now, the finals result told the world: whether they split or not, the truth remains the truth!

This despair might last a long time!

Jerry Sloan sighed, Karl Malone was 35 years old, John Stockton was 36, Roger was 23.

What tragic numbers.

Do the Jazz really still have a chance to win against Roger?

There were even sadder facts.

Tim Duncan was 22 years old, Shaquille O’Neal was 26, Kobe Bryant was 20.

Never mind the finals, even in the West, there were young and eager players eyeing that spot.

This season’s Jazz could still dominate them, but what about next year?

Or the year after that?

As these players grow, could the championship window for the Utah Jazz remain open?

Jerry Sloan was not optimistic, alone he turned away amidst the festive atmosphere, leaving through the celebratory confetti.

In the NBA, the losers don’t stay on the court for interviews, but many reporters interview the losing players or coaches in the tunnel.

Before, all players from the Jazz walked through the tunnel without giving any interviews, indifferently walking past the cameras.

Only Jerry Sloan stopped when a reporter asked him a question.

“Jerry, how would you evaluate Roger’s performance today?”

Jerry Sloan spread his arms: “This is the savior.”

On the court, the Hawks players had already put on their championship commemorative T-shirts.

Fans in Atlanta were like boiling water, the steam emitted was enough to scorch someone.

The Magic was completely caught up in this frenzy: “This is the most memorable great moment in NBA history!

What else can I say?

Roger stands at the immortal peak, accomplishing the unbelievable!”

As the Magic spoke, the camera focused on Roger, the protagonist.

He performed his iconic celebration like in past years — jumping onto the scorer’s table, facing the crowd in the stands, and vigorously pumping his fists!

But unlike before, this was the first time in his career that Roger lifted the trophy at home.

So when he celebrated, he was no longer met with cold boos and despairing faces.

With every punch he swung, he could feel the entire arena shaking with his motions!

Afterwards, fans in the stands and teammates below the scorer’s table all reached out their hands towards Roger.

Everyone wanted to touch this supreme god bathed in holy light!

But the god did not give them the chance to touch him.

Roger ignored everyone’s hands and jumped down from the scorer’s table.