Chapter 1034 - 333: Michael, here I come (requesting monthly tickets!)_4

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Jordan shouted uncontrollably, making the entire Cavaliers’ locker room feel extremely oppressive. James hung his head and replied in a weak voice, "I will definitely win, Michael." While outwardly appeasing, a terrible thought appeared in James’ mind: What would my rookie season be like without Michael? On the game day, Michael Jordan couldn’t sleep at four in the morning. He was thinking about tonight’s game, he was thinking about Roger and the Golden State Warriors. To be honest, Michael Jordan is not an idiot; he certainly knows there’s a gap in strength between the Cavaliers and the Warriors. But the charm of competitive sports is that the team with a better lineup on paper isn’t always the final winner. As long as he can replicate his last game’s performance, as long as James can replicate his last game’s performance, then winning isn’t impossible. Enduring until the morning sun rose, Michael Jordan got out of bed and walked to the living room sofa to watch TV. He saw footage of Roger being interviewed by reporters after arriving in Cleveland yesterday afternoon. "Roger, are you still full of expectations for the current Cleveland Cavaliers?" "Of course, after struggling at the start of the season, they have undoubtedly found their rhythm. I will always remember Michael’s promise, division semifinals. A little playoff means nothing to him. If Michael and LeBron together can’t make it to the playoffs, that would be the biggest joke. So I’m very much looking forward to their performance, and I will treat them as playoff-caliber opponents." Upon seeing this, Jordan cursed under his breath, that damned bastard! All this time, Roger has been deliberately praising the Cavaliers and then watching them make a fool of themselves. What a damn malicious person! "Do you have any personal grievances with Michael?" "Of course not, but I didn’t like LeBron standing me up because it’s disrespecting my performance. And, it’s disrespectful to me despite my politeness to him. Also, I don’t like Michael constantly claiming he can do better than me. But you know, a game is a game, I won’t put too much personal emotion into it. LeBron has already shown his talent, and Michael still has the ability to score 40 points, the next game won’t be easy. I’ve said it, they are a playoff-level team; they are tough to deal with." Jordan gritted his teeth; you call this not putting personal emotions in? This is practically undisguised personal emotion! LeBron James’ rudeness, Jordan’s own boasting, Roger remembers them all. He won’t put personal emotions in? As if! All day long, Michael Jordan was in fear. He didn’t dare imagine what Roger would do, or what the game would be like, or what he would be like. He could only keep telling himself: "We still have a chance to win, we still have a chance to win." In the afternoon, in the locker room at Gund Arena, Michael Jordan was full of worry, even wondering why he had to boast. At this moment, the Cavaliers’ head coach, handpicked by Jordan, who had worked with him for three years early in his career, Doug Collins sidled up to Jordan: "Michael, you don’t look well, are you scared?" Jordan erupted in anger, his eyes instantly bloodshot: "Shut up, Doug, who do you think you’re talking to?" At the same time, Jordan realized he was showing his nerves and fear too clearly, which was absolutely not allowed; the great Michael Jordan couldn’t be scared. So, after stepping onto the court, Jordan tried to build his courage in front of the cameras. "Anything can happen in a basketball game." "Why can’t we achieve a four-game winning streak tonight?" "There’s no eternal winner in competitive sports, I know this well." Jordan still looked like the Jordan without fear, always believing he would win. Yet next, the whole world saw a scene they could never have imagined. The Warriors’ players emerged from the player tunnel, and as an old fan of Joe’s, seeing his good brother again after six years, Roger couldn’t hide his excitement. He immediately walked to the center circle, heading towards Michael Jordan, and all the cameras in the arena were focused on the two of them, this was undoubtedly a reunion of the century after six years. Roger looked at Jordan with a smile, that number 45 was still burly, not at all like a 40-year-old. But Roger did not say "hello," instead, he lightly uttered, "Michael, I’m here." Under the gaze of the whole world, the great Michael Jordan took a step back.

Chapter 1034 - 333: Michael, here I come (requesting monthly tickets!)_4

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