Champion Creed
Chapter 678 - 678 236 He will never be the second Michael Jordan Vote for monthly tickets!_3

678: 236: He will never be the second Michael Jordan (Vote for monthly tickets!)_3 678: 236: He will never be the second Michael Jordan (Vote for monthly tickets!)_3 Kurt Thomas grabbed the rebound and immediately passed it to Roger.

With only 5 seconds left, Roger didn’t give up on the attack, nor did he look for someone to pass to.

He quickly dribbled past half court, and four players from the 76ers closed in on him.

Finally, a step beyond the three-point line, Roger shot the ball from within the encircling defense.

The shot was just like AI’s recent attempt, with no chance at all.

Will Smith stood up, ready to cheer for AI, but then he heard a “swish” sound.

“Buzzer-beater!

Roger’s three-point jumper still hits despite being surrounded by four!

Eighteen points in the quarter, and that’s not Roger’s limit, that’s the limit of the game time!” Steve Jones exclaimed with his arms raised.

“Yes, it’s like swimming 48.2 seconds in a pool only needing to cover 50 meters, while the world record holder Alexander Popov needs to swim 100 meters to finish.

If it weren’t for the time limit, the Russian Rocket might have caught up to me,” Bill Walton joked with a tongue-in-cheek comment.

The ball went in, and Roger pointed at Will Smith in the stands, who was already stunned, “Will, put away your exaggerated jaw drop.

Please, don’t pretend you’re seeing me create a scene like this for the first time, okay?”

Will Smith quickly closed his jaw; he wanted to retort, but couldn’t find an angle.

AI’s fifteen points in the quarter were impressive, but Roger calmly outscored AI, how could he trash talk that?

The Hawks’ fans were incredibly invigorated—this was Atlanta, no one could mess around here!

In the second quarter, Larry Brown mercifully let AI rest for four minutes.

Roger also rested for four minutes.

During the four minutes that AI was off the court, the 76ers relied entirely on defense, with only a few bits of scoring to maintain their offense.

Paul Pierce stepped up as the second-in-command, absorbing a lot of ball-handling responsibilities and helping the Hawks to an eight-point lead.

Seeing the point difference nearly getting away, Larry Brown waved his hand and once again picked up his sharpest sword.

Lenny Wilkens also immediately shouted, “Get in there, Roger, take down that streetballer!”

Then, the fans woke up from their drowsy state.

Will Smith started to chant again, “Shoulder the burden AI, show your killer instinct!”

Gisele Bundchen tried to blend into the atmosphere, “Don’t stop, Roger, don’t stop!”

It was like a boxing match of mutual bombardment entering the second round.

But in the second quarter, AI’s shooting touch cooled off.

His first three jump shot attempts all failed.

What about Roger?

“He’s still scoring!

The second quarter has just started, and Roger has already gotten 24 points!” Steve Jones couldn’t imagine what Roger’s final score would be for the day.

Roger’s consistency advantage started showing, and that has always been the most terrifying aspect of Roger, and probably also the most frightening talent of George Gervin.

You could say that George Gervin lacked AI’s fighting spirit, his achievements.

You could laugh at his miserable later years, leaving the league with no flowers, no applause, only playing basketball in Rome, being alone, getting clean, and earning a measly sum in amateur leagues.

But one thing is undeniable—that’s the Iceman’s one-in-a-million consistency.

He wouldn’t give you a “I’m putting my life on the line with you today” kind of game, but he’d give you a steady 30, 40 points, game after game.

Just like eating and sleeping, regardless of win or loss, the points wouldn’t be less.

And Roger?

He’s both consistent and ready to put his life on the line with you!

Roger, still scoring consecutively, spread his arms out to AI: “I really don’t want the Reebok camp to have a trash player, but as the master of the league, I have to teach the youngsters some manners.

Rule number one, when the big brother invites you to dinner, you best not refuse.”

“Master?

Last season’s champions weren’t the Atlanta Hawks.

Oh right, not even the East champions.”

“True, I am saddened I didn’t make it to the Finals, but some are overjoyed just making it to the playoffs.”

“Damn it…” Iverson considered himself decent at trash-talking, always getting Kobe to shut down.

But Roger, he was about five times as strong!

After that, AI, with his poor touch, started to break through by force, seeking opportunities to score with his body.

And it worked.

Though AI had just had a bit of a shooting slump, his finishing efficiency was still high.

However, at halftime, AI was still trailing Roger in scoring!

He got 26 points for the half, while Roger had already 32!

But the Hawks couldn’t widen the point difference to double digits because Toni Kukoc—that guy who somehow always manages to hit shots when his team is clutching at straws—showed his magic again.

At the end of the third quarter, he nailed two three-pointers, caused Clifford Robinson to foul him inside, and hit free throws twice, scoring 8 points in a row.

At halftime, Roger muttered in the locker room, “That’s why Toni is the only Bulls teammate I truly miss.”

Pippen, standing by with a wry smile, said, “What about me?”

“Shut up, Scott,” Roger replied.

Pippen shook his head with a chuckle—grass is always greener on the other side, huh?

On the other side, AI was catching his breath in the locker room.

Facing a super scorer with 32 points in the first half, AI had no intention of giving up.

He just told his teammates, “We will win this damn game, stay focused!”

The second half continued with an addictive scoring showdown!

AI found his touch again in the third quarter, sinking three three-pointers.

His drives still frustrated Pippen immensely; if you daydream for just 0.1 seconds, he’d slip past you, and you’d never catch up again.

As we know, Pippen, who needed lots of cash to maintain expenses after retirement, would often deliberately belittle some stars on TV shows to attract attention.