296: Chapter 126: It’s over; there won’t be another episode with the Miami Heat (Vote for monthly tickets!)_4 296: Chapter 126: It’s over; there won’t be another episode with the Miami Heat (Vote for monthly tickets!)_4 Roger missed the free throw, which ans his feel for the ga was not completely unaffected.
But even so, Roger still scored his 46th point tonight!
Crumble?
No, his offense was not affected at all, he kept tirelessly responding to Riley, possession after possession!
Roger’s roar did not stop either, “You’re getting closer, Pat, you’re getting closer to death!
You think you can say whatever you want?
No, from now on you won’t dare to judge so freely!
Because tonight, you will pay the price!”
Watching Roger continue to yell at Riley, Micky Arison cursed under his breath.
Contrary to his expectations, this superstar genius had not fallen, this superstar genius was still putting on a magnificent show!
Truth be told, the situation was quite desperate.
No matter how you scored, you couldn’t widen the gap.
But every ti he saw Pat Riley’s face, Roger’s desire to win flared up.
This bastard who played the villain from his rookie season, this criminal who caused Shaq’s injury with harsh preseason training, this mongrel who used despicable ans to drive a wedge between him and his teammates, Roger had to take him down no matter what!
Shaq was right on the phone yesterday, Miami Heat and Pat Riley alone, unforgivable!
So Roger spoke trash to Riley with every basket he scored, as a release, and to firm his own resolve!
Roger started to miss shots, started to make mistakes.
But overall, his scoring never stopped.
He kept scoring, kept scoring!
With one and a half minutes before the end of the ga, Roger pulled up for a mid-range jumper right over Billy Owens’ head, the basketball hit the front of the rim, but after bouncing up it dropped through the net.
“52 points!
Roger has set a new career-high for points in a single ga!
I told you, Pat Riley used the wrong approach!
Roger has poured out all his fury!” Bill Walton’s face was red, this was definitely the most aggressive act of revenge he had ever seen!
This shot not only broke Roger’s scoring record, it also gave Magic a 5-point lead in the final monts!
After making the shot that broke his own career record, the usually very calm Pat Riley finally panicked and stood up.
“Double team, double team!”
He admitted that his strategy had thoroughly failed.
He stopped having his players defend one-on-one, like a climber about to fall off a cliff desperate to grasp the vines within reach.
Double teaming was the last vine he could grasp.
At that mont, Roger looked at Riley and pointed to the floor with his right hand: “Sit down, Pat!
Sit down and enjoy the show tonight, I’m the star, and you’re just a damn spectator, sit down!
Rember what I told you before?
This isn’t over!
The show goes on, sit the fuck down!”
The two n’s shouting pushed the atmosphere of the ga to a climax, and Riley found his hair was a bit ssy, he quickly tried to fix his hairstyle, but it only got ssier!
Riley was breathing heavily, his elegant image once again marred by Roger, he felt his dignity was under attack!
A possession later, Mourning’s mid-range shot missed, pushing despair even closer to the Arican Airlines Arena.
Unfortunately, Roger’s jump shot in the middle of a double team on the counterattack also did not make it.
The gap was still five points, the outco undecided.
For Heat, this possession was their last chance.
Mourning set a pick for Chapman and pulled up for a mid-range shot, ready to receive the ball and shoot.
But the instant Chapman prepared to pass, Roger imdiately slapped the ball away.
The basketball hit the floor and bounced towards the sidelines, flying towards Pat Riley who was holding his hands.
Seeing the basketball and Roger both coming at him, Riley opened his mouth in panic and reflexively took two steps back.
The basketball flew in front of him, and Roger reached out to grab it.
Then, the whole arena heard a “pop”.
Roger slapped Pat Riley across the face with his right hand with a vicious swing!
He had indeed reserved his right hand for Pat Riley!
After the slap, Roger pretended to be surprised, “Oops, I didn’t get the ball.”
The heavy blow completely destroyed Riley’s hairstyle; crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground in a dizzy, disheveled heap.
The entire arena gasped, and mbers of the Heat’s coaching staff imdiately went to try to help Riley up.
“Damn it, Pat, can you hear ?
Pat!”
“Team doctor, Harlan!
Harlan!
Get the hell over here!”
“He’s bleeding, shit, check where it’s coming from!”
The Heat’s bench was in total chaos, and under the coach’s team pulling and tugging, Riley’s exquisite Armani tailored suit had also been completely disheveled.
All caras were pointed at Riley at that mont, and all eyes were also focused on him.
Riley, in panic, said, “No, no, let go of , let go!”
He wanted to reach out to fix his hairstyle and dress, he wanted to maintain his perfect image.
But the next second, he saw himself on the big screen.
Riley’s eyes widened as he looked at himself on the big screen; his expression was filled with terror, as if he had just witnessed soone being killed in front of him!
There he was, bleeding, his hair a ss like a bird’s nest, his suit buttons undone, and one of his shoes was missing.
At that mont, his image was ten tis worse, ten tis uglier than Stan Van Gundy’s during the halfti show!
This was the most disheveled mont Pat Riley had ever had as a coach; he couldn’t believe that the loser on the big screen was himself.
And what struck Riley the most was that this disgraceful scene was witnessed by everyone!
This was anything but graceful!
Pat Riley saw his perfect image as the embodint of his dignity, so when his image was completely shattered, so was his dignity, trampled in public!
The thing he valued most had been crushed by Roger’s own hands!
Roger exacted a bloody, bone-deep revenge on Riley!
It wasn’t just the ga; he tore apart Riley’s soul as well!
Riley wanted to watch Roger die a slow death, but he surely never expected that he would experience a sudden death before Roger’s demise!
No one knew whether Roger really missed the ball or purposely slapped Riley.
Perhaps like the Zodiac Killer case, the world would never know the real answer.
In any event, the referees on-site decided it was an accident, so they didn’t penalize Roger on the spot, and they signaled for the ga to continue.
The Heat retained possession of the ball, but their general had been utterly knocked down.
As the team completely lost the belief that they could win, their fighting spirit extinguished the mont Riley slumped down on the bench like a dead man.
After Chapman’s three-pointer missed, Magic imdiately counterattacked, and Roger’s quick stop and jump shot under a double-team was successful, scoring a career-high 54 points, and sealing the fate of the Heat.
Looking at Riley, who seed to have his soul sucked away, at Roger’s iconic celebration jumping onto the announcers’ table, at the hard-nosed Heat players completely disheartened.
In the stands, Micky Arison, the owner of the Heat who had been waiting to watch a great show, wiped the sweat off his forehead.
At that mont, he even had a terrifying thought:
It’s over; there might no longer be a Miami Heat.
This team, sa as Magic in Florida, might just be obliterated by Roger!
Looking at Roger who was wildly celebrating on the table in front of him, Bill Walton took a deep breath:
“Ladies and gentlen, Roger has scored 54 of the team’s 88 points…rember this ga, for this is the cruel ‘The con ga!'”
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