Chapter 1072 - 343: He Is My Curse, and Yours Too!

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With 7 minutes and 27 seconds left in the first quarter, he scored his first NBA points with a turnaround jump shot from the right mid-range, igniting Chicago’s "Red Hell". Yes, now, from the exact same spot, in the exact same way, he took the exact same shot. Faced with James’ interference, Jordan was confident. In December 1984, when 21-year-old Michael Jordan was asked how he hoped his professional career would end, the young North Carolina native pondered for a long time: "I hope by then I’ve done everything I could, won championships. Oh, and I hope to at least play in an All-Star game." "Basketball in! Michael Jordan has killed the game, he has almost killed the game, leaving the Cavaliers with only 4 seconds, and Cleveland has no timeouts! Michael, 39 points for the game! He has given his all to complete many things, and he’s still that Michael, he hasn’t changed!" Mike Breen jumped up, and all the Hawks fans jumped up too. Michael Jordan turned around, gritting his teeth, punching the air with force! No matter where he is, no matter how old he is, no matter what he’s been through. He always strives to win, until the end of the world! Finally, he turned back to look at LeBron James, showing the most terrifying smile James had ever seen in his life: "If you can’t beat me, then you can’t escape that curse!" In the billiard room’s private room, Kevin Garnett covered his head with both hands. Science can’t explain why a 41-year-old can score over a 19-year-old LeBron James, how he broke the time shackles that bound him? Roger sat on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, holding a cigar, smiling. "Kevin, it seems the old blood isn’t so easily outdone." This is the current Basketball God’s praise for Michael Jordan. This is the current Basketball God’s warning for Kevin Garnett. In the last 4 seconds, Michael Reed missed the long-range three-pointer, and Philips Arena was shaking like an earthquake. Michael Jordan hugged all his teammates, then knelt down on the floor, unable to get up for a long time. Since 1993, it had been a long, long time since he experienced the taste of victory. This sweetness bypassed the taste buds and went straight to the heart. No one knows what he’s thinking. Is it the glorious past? Is it the thrill of betrayal and revenge this season? Is it this perfect reunion with Scottie Pippen? No, it’s not. Michael Jordan had only one voice in his heart: "It’s over, it’s all over, there are no more gunshots in the valley." He had finished his final dance. Mike Breen applauded while feeling nostalgic; the fans in Atlanta are truly fortunate. They witnessed Roger’s most glorious legend and now witness Michael Jordan’s most incredible twilight. Both generations of basketball gods have left brilliant performances on the land of Atlanta. "A night of greatness beyond words, a story of myth and heroism fading away, eroding into epic history. Basketball has always been like this, what we are obsessed with is not the slam dunk, not the three-pointer, not the ghostly passes, nor the flashy breakthroughs. We are enchanted by the Baby-Faced Assassin playing in the finals with one leg, enchanted by Larry Bird and Magic Johnson’s rivalry, enchanted by Michael Jordan’s triumph over the Detroit Bad Boys, enchanted by Roger’s courage to challenge the gods and become a god himself, enchanted by Roger’s battles with the Lakers, enchanted by Tim Duncan and the Admiral’s dream coming true, enchanted by the Detroiters’ blue-collar comeback, enchanted by AI and Reggie’s resilience... It’s precisely this group of story creators that form the basketball we love, the world we love. Tonight marks the end of one story, but new stories are still unfolding. This is Mike Breen and Kevin Harlan, thank you for tuning in to ESPN. We look forward to continuing to witness these legendary stories still being written, good night." (Only one update today, because it reached ten thousand characters)

Chapter 1072 - 343: He Is My Curse, and Yours Too!

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