Champion Creed
Chapter 679 - 679 236 He will never be the second Michael Jordan Vote for monthly tickets!_4

679: 236: He will never be the second Michael Jordan (Vote for monthly tickets!)_4 679: 236: He will never be the second Michael Jordan (Vote for monthly tickets!)_4 At my peak, I could totally shut down XXX.

XXX’s scoring ability isn’t even as good as mine.

But Allen Iverson was one of the few players he admitted was very hard for him to contain.

AI scored another 16 points in a single quarter, and after three quarters, he had already racked up 42 points!

Allen Iverson is one of the few players who can move freely and score at will against the tight front-line defense of the Hawks.

“The last time someone went head-to-head with Roger like this, that person was Michael Jordan!” Steve Jones was drenched in sweat, the intensity of this Reebok internal battle exceeding everyone’s expectations.

Bill Walton glanced at the stats sheet: “Roger’s third-quarter performance wasn’t as outstanding as AI’s, scoring only 48 points after three quarters.”

Having said that, Bill Walton paused for a moment.

What does it mean to “only” score 48 points in three quarters?

Am I even speaking human language?

But the impression Roger left in the third quarter was that it wasn’t even his best.

Although both scored 16 points in a single quarter, Roger’s shooting percentage wasn’t as good as AI’s.

Everyone felt that this guy who had scored 48 points in three quarters could do even better.

This is too surreal, even Will Smith dared not make another sound.

This guy…

he’s really gonna score 50 points!

In a basketball game, it’s quite normal for a player to have an explosive quarter or two.

Patty Mills could miraculously score 16 points in the first half against Serbia in the 2024 Olympics.

But what about the result?

He wasn’t the ultimate winner.

Even AI experienced a slump during the second quarter today.

But Roger, he was on fire for all three quarters!

He yelled at his teammates like a tyrant, demanding the ball, and then demolished his opponents with even more brutal means, continuing this for a full three quarters.

Larry Brown’s face was full of frustration, this eccentric old man could accept his team not scoring for an extended period, but he couldn’t stand his team constantly giving up points.

He threw every defensive player he could at Roger, but to no avail.

Roger’s magical touch made all the defenders, led by Aaron McKie, feel like they were enduring water torture, making them wish for a quick end.

Roger’s performance in this game was unreasonable; he kept taking wild shots, reverting to the rookie version of himself.

All the maturity, changes, and evolution from over the years were actively discarded by Roger tonight.

He was doing this simply to tell everyone: I’m the best scorer in the world!

He just wanted to do that, purely that.

“Damn it, Roger, if you’re capable, score 60 points!” Jada Pinkett Smith continued to scream behind the Hawks’ bench with her grating voice.

“That woman is really fucking…” Roger had really had enough; if he was browsing the European and American section and found a female lead who sounded like her, he would definitely not hesitate to click away.

Just as Roger was about to lose his temper, Jada’s voice suddenly vanished.

Will Smith covered his wife’s mouth: “Woman, shut up!”

Smith wasn’t stupid; he didn’t wish to provoke Roger any further.

He also didn’t want to see AI get destroyed completely in Atlanta.

However, the fans at Philips Arena didn’t think the same way.

They were cheering enthusiastically, hoping to transfer their excitement to Roger.

Lenny Wilkens, seeing Roger gasping for breath, suggested he rest for a bit at the start of the fourth quarter.

“We’re leading by 11 points, you’ve earned a break,” he said.

But Roger just smiled and waved his hand: “It doesn’t matter how much we’re leading by, Lenny, I want that Philly bastard to know who’s in charge!”

The buzzer signaling the end of the timeout sounded, and Roger stood up first, walking straight towards the 76ers’ bench, gesturing to Allen Iverson to come over, then pointed to the floor beneath his feet.

Right here, let’s settle this!

Larry Brown’s plan was also to let Iverson rest for a few minutes in the fourth quarter, but after seeing Roger’s gesture, Iverson threw down his towel and walked straight onto the court.

“Allen, come back!”

Iverson didn’t even turn his head: “Fuck the rotation strategy, Larry, I’m out to either die trying or win today.”

“Fucking idiot!” Larry Brown cursed out loud.

He had reason to be angry; Iverson’s impulsiveness disrupted all of Larry Brown’s plans and rendered all his arrangements during the timeout useless.

A capricious genius, a control freak coach.

Sometimes you can’t help but marvel at the 76ers management for being geniuses in putting these two together.

But this was the battle AI craved, he just wanted to fight to the end!

AI stepped on the court, walked up to Roger, and looked him straight in the eye.

Roger liked AI’s tenacity, but it wasn’t helpful, honestly.

The fourth quarter, the visual feast continued.

In the fourth quarter, AI’s miraculous shooting from distance was gone, but he remained a master of mid-range.

Roger’s situation was even worse, he didn’t maintain his touch from mid-range either.

And to stop Roger, Larry Brown replaced Toni Kukoc, who had pulled the team back from the brink in the third quarter, with George Lynch.

This move was meant to further strengthen the team’s defense and also punish Toni Kukoc for his reckless three-point attempts in the third quarter.

Yes, those threes gave the 76ers a lifeline, but Larry Brown wasn’t convinced.

Anything he considers incorrect, even if effective, would not please him.

When AI set a record with 10 steals in a playoff game last season, Larry Brown’s post-game interview started with, “I don’t like steals.”