Champion Creed
Chapter 753 - 753 256 It's over the shit was really eaten in vain!

753: 256: It’s over, the shit was really eaten in vain!

(Asking for monthly tickets!)_4 753: 256: It’s over, the shit was really eaten in vain!

(Asking for monthly tickets!)_4 Amid Marv Albert’s passionate roar, Phil Jackson raised his arms in relief.

He had been watching Kobe intently, trusting Kobe, believing that if anyone could rise to greatness in such moments, it was Kobe.

Indeed, this was undoubtedly one of the greatest moments in Lakers’ history.

Now, the Zen Master had to admit, Kobe was a great Lakers player!

The Lakers were ahead by 1 point with 50 seconds left in the game.

O’Neal really wanted to give Kobe a kiss.

Kobe was very afraid O’Neal would kiss him.

If he got kissed, people would laugh that his head had been dunked in a toilet.

How would he face Vanessa when he got home?

Better Shaq save such kisses for his girlfriend Shaunie.

In the end, Kobe and Shaq simply nodded at each other, deciding not to celebrate too much.

This alley-oop had put the Lakers in the lead in the final moments; now, everyone was wondering if this would be the start of the Lakers’ rise to the top.

But before Los Angeles fans’ joy could fully spread, Roger made a plain catch-and-shoot basket, putting the Hawks back in the lead and delivering a powerful retort!

The Lakers’ century-defining alley-oop?

To hell with that!

The reason why the greatest duos are the greatest duos is that they are irreplaceable!

To think any young new player could replicate my legacy?

Delusional!

“A despairing opponent!

The OK duo is strong, but they have met their most despairing match!

Look at Roger, he’s like an executioner, mercilessly crushing the opponents’ hopes!” Marv Albert could only marvel at Roger’s prowess, who alone had the power to shatter the OK duo’s magic.

By this time, Roger had scored 10 points in the overtime, bringing his total to 47 for the game.

Shaq had 45 points; Kobe had 18 points, 5 rebounds, and 6 assists.

Both sides continued their good performance from the last game, the difference being that Roger didn’t have a 30-point sidekick.

Roger’s basket led Phil Jackson to call a timeout, the last 29 seconds trailing by 1 point, exactly the situation the Zen Master dreaded most had occurred.

Phil Jackson sat in front of Shaq and Kobe, and then…

He put on a mask.

“Damn it, Phil!” Shaq felt insulted repeatedly today.

“What’s the matter?

I just don’t want to pass on my cold to you!” the Zen Master retorted.

On the other hand, Lenny Wilkens had decided against using the Hack-a-Shaq strategy.

Since Shaq’s free throws were accurate today, he didn’t want to gamble at this moment.

Wilkens believed that this next play would still go to Kobe, so he had Roger guard the Lakers’ number 8 in this crucial moment.

Pippen was upset, not about Wilkens’ decision, but that he had been thoroughly outplayed by Kobe.

He really was getting old; this season he was only selected for the second defensive team, the first time he had dropped out of the first defensive team in eight years.

The year 2000, the taste of the changing of the guards was becoming more intense.

Pippen looked at Roger; it was all up to him now; this team was reliant on him.

The timeout was over, and the game restarted.

The Lakers successfully inbounded the ball, indeed it was Kobe controlling this crucial offense.

In critical moments, Kobe’s priority was higher than Shaq’s.

Roger spread his arms wide, now he was the mountain that Kobe had to climb over.

All the fans in the stadium tensed up, Shaq too was a bit nervous, unsure if the kid was ready to take on the mantle of this era.

Kobe looked Roger straight in the eye, once again, he faced the scene he had longed for in reality.

The Finals, critical moment, on the edge—him and Roger deciding the game…

Kobe had fantasized about such moments countless times, but Roger shattered those fantasies time and again.

The beatings of past years left Kobe breathless, but as long as there was a chance, he’d challenge it relentlessly.

He was born for victory.

Kobe dribbled as before, crossed over, and Marv Albert held his breath, seemingly gathering strength for the upcoming shout.

Whichever the way this round went, he had a reason to shout.

Kobe shook, accelerated.

Roger guessed the direction correctly but just as he was about to close in, Kobe swapped hands behind his back and slipped past Roger.

He had grown smarter, not as reckless anymore.

But such dribbling was useless; Roger immediately clung back in front of Kobe, leaving him no opportunity.

However, Kobe didn’t go solo; he passed the ball to Shaq, who had moved up.

Lenny Wilkens was surprised; the Lakers were using Shaq for the last attack?

But as soon as Shaq caught the ball, he instantly bounced it back out, Kobe cut in just in time, swept up the basketball, and drove straight to the basket!

Kobe and Shaq had pulled off a spectacular play!

Roger hurriedly followed, not expecting such coordination between Shaq and Kobe at the last moment.

Big Ben had already rushed back under the basket, ready to join Roger in a two-man trap for Kobe.

Kobe faced Big Ben, leaped, did a 180° turn in mid-air, used his back to fend off Big Ben, evaded Roger’s block, looked back and hooked the ball backward—a basket!

“Kobe Bryant!

He’s broken through the defense of Roger and Big Ben, helping the Lakers take the lead again!

He’s handled Paul, taken care of Scott, and now he’s about to deal with Roger!

Has his moment finally arrived!?” Marv Albert stood up to applaud Kobe, the kid’s performance today was simply flawless.

O’Neal hugged Kobe, and screamed wildly, “Kill that lucky bastard, haha, we got that lucky bastard!”