Champions Creed

Chapter 66 065: Pat, this is cruel! (Fifth update, please give me a monthly ticket!)
This was the first time that the New York Knicks players realized that they didn't know how to defend.

Roger scored 18 points in 8 seconds.

The door to the finals opened a crack, and then was slammed shut by Roger.

No, in 18 seconds, if Roger just made a three-pointer, it would be a close shot.

But he got 8 points, which is like slamming the door and then locking it!

Madison Square Garden has reached its darkest hour.

Well, another one.

Not to mention Jordan's miracles in the past, this year alone, during the Eastern Conference semifinals, Madison Square Garden experienced Reggie Miller's 25 points in a single quarter.

Now, it's Roger's 18 again.

New York fans are the happiest fans in the world, as they often get to witness greatness in their home stadium.

New York fans are the most pitiful fans in the world because these great moments are often from their opponents.

They seem to be cursed and always fall down when they seem to be most stable.

On the bench, Doug Rivers, who was ruled out for the season due to injury, was comforting his teammates.

Somehow, everything seemed to make sense.

The media's prediction was not wrong. This year's No. 1 team in the Eastern Conference is not as strong as people imagined.

The media were right, Roger's era is coming.

The game was finally over. Roger now had a lot to say to Pat Riley. He really wanted to point at the arrogant guy with the slicked back hair and scold him.

Roger also wanted to appreciate Riley's ecstatic expression after being fucked by him. This is definitely an interest that every man has.

But he didn't have this chance, because he was tackled by Toni Kukoc the moment the game ended.

"We won, we won! Roger, you did what you said! Even without Michael Jordan, we can still beat the New York Knicks! And you stuffed that damn victory into the mouth of that bastard Pat Riley!"

At this moment, there are many people who are as excited as Kukoc.

This is the second time in this series that they embraced Roger like a hero!
Pippen stood far away and did not join in the celebration.

He won, he won again.

But once again he is not the protagonist.

After the celebration, Riley had already left.

Roger immediately wanted to go back to the locker room and turn on the TV to see Riley's expression when he lost the game.

But he can't go back so quickly. He still has to be interviewed by sideline reporters and attend the Eastern Conference champion award ceremony.

This is busy time for winners.

Craig Sager, the colorful man, wore a red plaid suit today and walked up to Roger with a smile. Before the interview started, Sager hugged Roger privately and said, "Well done, kid. Chicago fans must be proud of you."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"You've proven that you can replace Michael."

"No Craig, no." Roger waved his hand, "If I can, I hope I can surpass Michael one day."

Sager smiled and patted Roger on the shoulder. Fortunately, this passage was not included in the formal interview. Otherwise, Michael probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

At this time, the camera was ready, and the photographer reminded the two: "Look at the camera, three, two, one!"

"Congratulations, Roger. Few players can lead their team to win the division championship trophy at your age. Tonight, you played another great game. Scoring 18 points in the last 8 seconds was undoubtedly a historic moment. On such a night, what do you want to say to everyone?"

Roger had so many things he wanted to say, but in an instant, one sentence stuck in his mind.

He looked at the camera and smiled wickedly: "Tell Pat, this is real cruelty!"

At the post-match press conference, Pat Riley looked pale.

He had just experienced the most painful defeat in his life, even more painful than being swept by the Pistons in the 89 Finals.

There were many reasons that led to the final result in 89, including the aging of the team's lineup, the team being full of injuries, etc.

But this time, Riley couldn't find any reason to lose.

The only reason is that he can't do anything to Roger!

He allowed Roger to score 38 points, and in the seven-game series, Roger scored 30+ points in four games.

This reason is definitely one that Riley is unwilling to accept.

"It was a tough loss, as we were eliminated by the Chicago Bulls for the third year in a row.

We were supposed to be in the finals but we got beaten in the last 10 meters of a marathon.

Those last 18 seconds changed everything. I couldn't make any adjustments and could only watch Roger tear us apart.

That was one time.
A moment of truth!"

Pat Riley created a new word, and similar things will happen again in the future, such as McGrady's 35 points in 13 seconds and Millsap's 28 points in 11 seconds. More miracles will appear.

But there will never be another time that will make Pat Riley so heartbroken.

Yes, just as Roger said, this is real cruelty.

On the other side, at the Bulls press conference, the expressions of the New York media were similar to Riley's.

They had been dreaming about the finals, the battle between Ewing and Olajuwon, but now they could only look for the Knicks players on the Hudson River.

But rest assured, the New York media will only reserve the most vicious words for their own players.

It is even possible that Spike Lee, as a spectator, would be blamed on the grounds that he shouted too loudly and angered Roger.

Roger entered the press conference and sat in his own seat.

The reporter from The New York Times was the first to raise his hand: "Roger, what happened in the last 18 seconds? Why did you find your touch so quickly? Or was it just luck?"

Instead of answering his question, Roger asked a new one: "Which newspaper are you from?"

“The New York Times.”

"Well, I remember what you said before Game 7? Oh, Madison Square Garden is not a place for that brat to run wild. You said it, Pat said it, John said it, and you repeated the same thing to me three times." After saying that, Roger leaned back in his chair and arrogantly lifted his feet directly onto the table.

"Now I'm sitting here with my feet on the table, what can anyone do to me? No one is going to do anything about it! What you say is bullshit!

Now you say the last 18 seconds were just luck? If it was luck, I should have won all the awards this season!
Accept the fact that your team was trampled under my feet, and stop making excuses! ”

Roger ultimately left the world with a rebellious image, and he disdained the standards set by Stern.

Roger's old friend Andre was right. He could act wild wherever he wanted.

The reporters from the New York Times were speechless. They could only take pictures of the arrogant moment when Roger put his feet on the table.

For many years this picture would be Roger's signature.

Because if you want to understand what kind of person Roger is, this photo can reflect it very directly.

At the same time, Jordan in the casino was extremely excited: "Let's start, deal the cards! Come again!"

Even though he had lost hundreds of thousands of dollars at this point, his mood was not affected at all.

He still enjoys doing this, not because he doesn't care about money, but because he firmly believes that as long as there is still daybreak, he still has a chance to turn things around.

This is the fun of gambling. This sense of excitement makes Jordan's adrenaline surge and he always wants to start the next one.

But he lost this time again. He had bad luck today. He got dealt one bad hand after another and hardly won.

He stared with his bloodshot eyes and a ferocious expression, looking like a black version of Satan.

Jordan clenched his fists, took a puff of his cigar, and decided to raise the stakes: "Deal the cards, deal the cards quickly!"

At this moment, Jordan's cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

But he didn't answer, he didn't like being disturbed at this time.

He hung up the phone directly. No brand would be stupid enough to call Jordan at this time, so it must have been a private call and it didn't matter if he hung up.

But just as he put his phone down and prepared to look at the cards, the phone rang again.

This ruined Jordan's mood.

He took the cigar out of his mouth with one hand and answered the phone with the other: "Hello."

"Michael, did you watch the game?" David Falk was equally excited on the other end of the phone.

"David, what the hell are you doing? What time is it?"

"Did you watch the game?" David Falk ignored Jordan's complaints: "Roger won, he won! He scored 18 points in the last 8 seconds and turned Madison Square Garden into a ruin! I said the game was not over, I knew it!"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? Don't make such a stupid joke." Jordan certainly knew that scoring 18 points in 8 seconds was theoretically possible.

But it is only possible in theory.

"I'm not kidding Michael, tomorrow morning, that kid is going to take America by storm!"

"What the hell are you talking about, David? Calling me just to tell me he won? I don't care about that!" Jordan lied, and his clenched fists proved that he cared.

David Falk doesn't beat around the bush:

"You know, Roger is a Reebok guy. Nike was hoping Penny would fight him, but now it seems like a futile attempt.

So I think Nike might also want you to come back.

We really need to get this on the agenda, Michael.

Think about it and make plans as soon as possible. "

Jordan's commercial value is maximized on the basketball court, and so is David Falk's interests.

So he really hopes that Jordan can return, and return as soon as possible.

Jordan hung up the phone rudely without saying goodbye. He was in no mood at all.

What was he thinking just now? He was thinking that there must be a chance to turn the tables before dawn.

But now he knew that it wasn't him who could turn the tables tonight.

Jordan stood up, left the gambling table, and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Looking at his bloodshot eyes and haggard face, looking at his half-human, half-ghost appearance, Jordan punched the mirror on the sink, and the image in the mirror also became shattered.

it's time.

It's time to rebuild what was broken.

(End of this chapter)