219: 103: Opportunities only come once or twice (Two-in-one, asking for monthly tickets!)_6 219: 103: Opportunities only come once or twice (Two-in-one, asking for monthly tickets!)_6 The ball, originally passed to Shaq, was now flying towards Horry!
In that moment, Brian Hill threw away his clipboard, his key arrangements now completely destroyed, with overtime seeming inevitable.
He didn’t understand why, why the Rockets were so magical, why such a terrifying team existed in the league.
Roger and Shaq had already done well enough, but…
As Robert Horry prepared to reach out and catch the basketball, Horace Grant charged from his side, shoved him away, and then leaped up to get the ball first!
Foul!” Tomjanovich roared at the referee, Grant’s action in shoving Horry having been extremely rough.
But the game wasn’t interrupted, and Horace Grant spared no effort to help the team win back the ball.
It’s not just you who has role players!
It’s not just you who wants that damn ring!
Grant had three rings, but he desperately wanted one that was completely free of Michael Jordan’s shadow!
After grabbing the ball, with only seconds left in the game, Grant had no time to think.
The instant he landed, he glimpsed Roger, who had shaken off Drexler.
So, Grant passed the ball over.
Go on, kill the game.
If anyone was to lead the Magic to the top of the world, it had to be you!
Roger caught the basketball, and since the situation was very chaotic, the Rockets’ double-teaming couldn’t be as quick as before, providing Roger the chance to shoot.
Clyde, desperately trying to win the championship for his hometown, found his effort lacking; he knew he had to move faster, yet he couldn’t increase his speed.
Drexler reached out his hand in an attempt to disturb Roger, but it was too slow.
Roger released the ball before the disturbance could fully affect him.
The moment Roger shot, Tomjanovich’s heart seemed to stop because he knew the Magic’s most terrifying assassin had broken free of his shackles and picked up his weapon.
What awaited him now was likely the deathblow!
Tomjanovich began to pray in his heart; he had never prayed for victory in a game before, but at that moment, he sincerely prayed: for the sake of those great players, please let us win!
This was undoubtedly the shot that would decide the championship, but in mid-air, Roger was very calm.
Last year, he had been completely defeated in Houston.
This year, he could finally win it back!
Last season’s defeat?
Watching Jordan expecting his loss?
To hell with them all!
He wouldn’t let the championship slip away when it was so close within reach!
He intended to stop the heart of the championship!
The basketball traced a high arc and, finally, as Tomjanovich watched and prayed, it swished steadily into the net!
In that moment, Tomjanovich, for some reason, suddenly felt weak in the knees and dropped to the court.
Roger’s game-winner had brought the opposing coach to his knees!
“The shot’s good, Roger’s 40th point of the game!
For the third consecutive game, he scores 40+ in the Finals!
He has done it, he really has done it!
No matter how hard the Rockets try, no matter how unstoppable Hakeem is, Roger can always answer with his ultimate personal firepower, with 40+ point games!
At 19, he has already reached the top of the world!
Trading him was the world’s most foolish decision!”
When shooting, Roger’s mind and thoughts were exceptionally clear.
But after landing, on the contrary, Roger’s mind went blank, and his ears rang.
Only when he saw the Houston fans holding their heads and weeping, only when he saw beautiful streamers floating down from the dome of the stadium, only when he saw his teammates rushing toward him, did he finally realize one thing.
We are the champions!” O’Neal rushed up and gave Roger a bear hug that knocked him to the ground.
In front of the TV, Michael Jordan had a grim expression.
In fact, most of the players on the set looked grim.
Barkley did not like O’Neal, Ewing did not like O’Neal + Roger.
Seeing Magic win the championship naturally made them unhappy.
Only Reggie Miller laughed out loud, “What a heartbreaking three-pointer.”
At the game site, Olajuwon stood with his hands on his hips, looking up and gasping for air.
It was over, all over.
They had tried hard enough, but as Dream had said, no matter how hard they tried, the chances of winning were only once or twice.
Roger had seized one of those few chances, it was his ability, there was nothing to say.
Dream looked up, and confetti fell in Compaq Center again, only this year, it was not celebrating for them.
He had done his best, he had given himself entirely to the team.
But Roger’s consecutive three 40-point shows completely ruined the game.
Ending the season this way was so painful.
Who would have thought?
A guy who only entered the league last year could achieve this much this year.
Drexler covered his face and wept, crouching on the ground.
Just now, he was the one closest to Roger on defense; he was the most direct witness of that cruel process.
He was old, slow, his firepower could only last one quarter under intense defense.
These facts all pained Drexler immensely.
He had left the best times of his career in Portland; by the time he returned to his hometown, he was willing but no longer able.
He felt resentment, pain, reluctance, and helplessness.
If only he could have returned to Houston five years earlier, what could he have achieved with Dream?
The Glide, lying on the ground, looked up at Roger and Shaq, who were celebrating.
It’s great to meet the best of each other at such a young age.
At that moment, the Glide’s heart died.
He could hear his heartbeat, but he could no longer feel the breath of life.
Roger, representing time, had executed Drexler.
At this moment, Olajuwon walked over to Drexler and reached out to pull him up.
Looking at the Glide with reddened eyes, Dream embraced him, “Clyde, we lost, but we are not losers.
The journey and process we’ve had are far more precious than a championship ring.
Come on, don’t act like a dog without a home.
Let’s end this season like men.”
Drexler could no longer hold back, weeping on Dream’s shoulder.
After a dozen seconds, the Glide barely controlled his emotions and wiped away his tears.
Dream pulled him up and walked toward the celebrating young team from Orlando.
“The first step to being a man, let’s go congratulate the victors.
They won fair and square, they deserve the championship.”