Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 375 Flying against the light!

I am not God, but I have a stronger will than God...

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I don't know what it means to be a true point guard, I just want to do whatever it takes to win us, even if people say I'm selfish...

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My personality I advocate, no one can challenge...

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I also treat every game of mine as if it was my first game, it will give me a lot of new feelings...

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They can't beat me.Unless they kill me, if they don't kill me it just makes me stronger!

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A spirit as all sworn above...

In less than 2 minutes...

Iverson, who could not be defeated in any case, stood up...

Almost unreasonable and crazy abuse to lose 10 points...

When you know it's a 37-year-old with a bruised knee cartilage and hasn't played the first minute of the series...

This can only explain to the world, a kind of fighting spirit about not yielding to fate...

Yes...he's still fighting...

As always, in his way...his presence...his spirit...

Facing Iverson who was possessed by ghosts and gods in the second half of the third quarter, LeBron James, the best player in the world, had lingering fears after a break in the fourth quarter: "When Iverson launched that wave of counterattacks, he was almost unstoppable. He was clearly ready to end the game!"

"...is this guy really a 37-year-old...person?"

Riley: "If you underestimate him, you will pay for it...Remember what we did in 06? In my eyes, he is not a veteran...He is the best Iverson...Peak Iverson!"

Only 3 points away...

Just when people thought the Rockets, the unbeatable cockroach, were about to come back, the red-eyed James stood up again, and with two consecutive three-pointers, he smashed Iverson's efforts in the third quarter at the beginning of the fourth quarter...

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Are you really old?he asked himself...

Even on the bench, the group of rookies who just entered the league were worried about him...

In the world of the NBA, "old" is not a physical word.

Lao does not mean that his legs slow down, his fingers become stiff, and he starts to pant after ten rounds of running.

When the Sharks need to calculate the weight, cut down all the opponents inside on some nights, and are panting on other nights; when McGrady can occasionally show his skills or turn back after a crossover, but give up chasing the cutter in the next few possessions, they can say that they are old.

But for him, when the unrestrained and surging rhythm of flying away like the wind starts to be jerky and hesitant, he is no longer young...

This is the helplessness of this era, the practice of winners and losers.

He was once portrayed as a bad boy during his rookie season for possessing marijuana and being disrespectful to his elders. His tattoos and uninhibited remarks have hardened people's opinions on him.

When he was going well, people thought he was uninhibited, chic and unyielding to the mainstream, but in the moment of failure, this image could be interpreted as bohemian and uneducated.

Today, the news about him is calm and calm, like water without a trace...

Even if the playoffs reach this point, his failure with almost no playing time has no tragic effect in 2001...

His will can no longer make the audience feel sensational...

The former "privilege" is suffering silently in a farewell party...

Time can take everything away from him, but it still can't take away his unyielding personality, his dignity that never bows to fate...

When he stepped forward again, like the Miami version of "Here Comes the Gudong", on the most glorious stage of his life...

Everyone suddenly discovered that everything suddenly seemed like a dream...

And Iverson, who is in his infancy, is standing at both ends of the No. 3 who was criticized and hated when he was young, and at the same time admired and loved...

Just like the hoarse guitarist I saw when I was a teenager, with hair like a fiery sun.

——I thought you would sing until your death like Kua Fu chasing the sun, but after many years, I saw you put on Lan Ruo Qiushui's clothes and play the piano in a western restaurant.Although there is still the number "3" on the clothes, but should I have the same concept of you as before, or should I treat you as another person from that day on?

"...belief is everything, I've been through the dark side of life and I've survived, and I'm going to start enjoying the good side. I don't want to look back. My past has taught me a lot, and I'm not ashamed of it. It taught me how important it is to always believe in yourself, no matter what others think of you. It's not easy to wake up from the old world. It's so much easier to let go...but oh...how could I give up?"

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never give up!

"Yao! T-mac!" His hot eyes were almost hot...

"You guys take a break for now...give me all the balls...will you?" He said tactfully, looking up, he clearly had the most mincheng face...

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fly!Fly to space!
The elf in the night sky started the last journey of his life—flying against the light!

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"We are invincible!" Before kicking off again, James was almost crazy.

Of course he has reason to be conceited. The Heat of the Big Three that summer were so strong that it was hair-raising...

They lead the Rockets by a big score of 3:1, and they are only 6 minutes away from the championship...

However, the Rockets' road to advancement was stumbling, and the Western Conference Finals were forced to Game 7 by their opponents...

In this context, being intercepted seems so dreamy and unbelievable...

At 6 minutes and 12 seconds of the fourth quarter, Iverson went straight to the inside with a dream dance. In such a congested penalty area, he turned around and strolled in the back garden of the Miami Heat...

Then leaned directly against Haslem, an ankle finisher, and sent the latter staggering to the ground...

The ball went straight into the hoop…

McGrady plugged in the empty catch, full of endless freehand brushwork...

The next thing is out of control...

On the defensive end, he can always shuttle through the Rockets' last line of defense like a ghost...

Flanking...

Stealing the ball after pinching…

capping...

Especially looking at some time difference levers similar to Wade...

He can always seize the right moment to slap the ball directly...

Layup on the bar…

Looking back at the moon...

Random arrows piercing the heart...

No one thought that when the restraints were completely released, Iverson, who was in charge of the point guard, would explode again...

Who can stop the Philadelphia No. 3?Wade can't, James also lost, and Haslem made another most memorable goal in AI's career...

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The Miami bench fell into dead silence…

Iverson once again became a symbol of a certain extreme in the heroic epic of the league, and almost instantly infected all audiences who sympathized with the weak and expected miracles.

"Why are you using him now?"

Barkley's words are a tragedy and an honor...

Whenever he is unstoppable on the offensive end, after desperate lore, he always covers his knees when he returns to defense, staggering and limping forward...

But in the next round, when he attacked again, he became the unstoppable Iverson again...

He can take his own missed shots on the offensive end, put them in the basket with an inside move...

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3 minutes and 25 seconds...

After coming back from a timeout, he kept his heat and teased Xiaocha again like a juggler, with a trick of "passing through your soul", adding the orchid step into the inside line, and taking advantage of the time difference to send the ball into the basket on the head of James who was defending him...

110:110, flat...

He could no longer suppress the excitement in his chest, and roared at James...

"I-do-not-respect-or-fear-anyone!"

(I'm not in awe of anyone!)

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ghostly figure...

Gorgeous ball handling…

Breakthrough like lightning...

Stable CIC…

An erratic layup...

Steal like the wind...

Murderous like a rainbow...

This is Iverson's last gift to the Toyota Center...

It is also the last strong stroke of his life that he wrote for himself...

Two teams - Miami, and Ron, they can't find words to evaluate this game...

It's a superstar dance to save the world...

Iverson flying against the light...

He has excelled at all tactical and technical levels...

There are no words to describe the scene at this moment...

The people cry and call out for their heroes...who listen as time goes by to the fleeting glory...

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The final whistle blows...

115: 111…

The proud night sky elf raised his arms high at this moment, roaring bravely...

It's-never-lose! you-know-it!
never ends!

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Everyone in the Toyota Center spontaneously stood up and applauded...

But at this time, the lonely hero shouted and laughed, and fell on his most beloved land...

He kisses the floor...

His most classic action is that he will listen to the cheers of the audience after winning the game...

He left behind a new legend...

In the last game of his life, he handed over all the data related to his number with 33 points, 3 assists, 3 rebounds and 3 steals...

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All the Rockets players ran towards him excitedly...

He also smiled and took strenuous steps towards everyone...

O'Neill was laughing, McGrady was laughing too, Yao Ming was happy...

It's just that he staggered and fell into Yao Ming's arms again...

This fall is eternal...

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Although the Miami counterattacked fiercely and won two away games from the Rockets' three home games, one thing is certain: the championship favorite we are seeing now is the most embarrassing, disappointing, and most miserable championship favorite in the playoffs since 3...

After the game, James said to the swarming media: "Hurry up and end this disgusting game! I really can't stand it... This guy is a monster!"

When he learned that the instigator who caused their loss in this match was to immediately announce the reimbursement for the season, he even stared wide-eyed, so surprised that he couldn't speak...

"I'm very glad that when I was 27 years old, I didn't meet the 27-year-old Iverson..." James left this sentence depressed and hurried away...

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In the twilight of a hero, there are no words...

When he was on the stretcher and watched the live color bars flying, he was almost too excited to speak...

"...I'm sorry... I may... I can only fight so far... Next, it's up to everyone..."

He smiled so sadly but so proudly...

Let everyone at the scene shed tears of excitement...

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The hero's exit is far from the end...

It's the arrival of a new story!

"...Iverson! We won't let your efforts go to waste!"

"Let's-go-rocket! get-red!"

　——I thought you would sing until your death like Kua Fu chasing the sun, but after many years, I saw you put on Lan Ruo Qiushui's clothes and play the piano in a western restaurant.Although there is still the number "3" on the clothes, but should I have the same concept of you as before, or should I treat you as another person from that day on?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)