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Chapter 839 839 527 When The Chosen One Judges_6
Chapter 839 839 527 When The Chosen One Judges_6
?Chapter 839: Chapter 527 When The Chosen One Judges_6 Chapter 839: Chapter 527 When The Chosen One Judges_6 Tonight, some will leave behind a game that proves “he was here.”
When the ball went in, the lead reached 11 points, and the Lakers desperately called for a timeout.
Frye was going to win.
It was gradually becoming a consensus outside of the game, his career would peak this year, and he’d surpass all players in history.
On this fateful night, Phil Jackson’s last-minute decision tied up the loose ends beyond time.
He gave up on Artest and also on Antawn Jamison, replacing them with Mike Bibby and Eddie House, leaving the Lakers without a proper Power Forward on the floor, but with the ability for all five to spread out.
Jackson wanted to shorten the attacking distance for Kobe and James, hoping to exploit the full-spread lineup to call for pick and rolls and let James punish the SuperSonics’ defensive flaws in the low post.
And who was the weak link?
Of course, it was Brandon Roy.
After the timeout, the world saw this scene.
Through multiple screens and defensive switches, with Yu Fei and Durant occupied by Kobe and Miller respectively, James faced off against Roy in the low post on the right side.
“LeBron!!!!!!”
The flicker of hope fell on the King, who was facing the SuperSonics’ weakest defender on the floor; even though post-up wasn’t his strong suit, he could not miss this shot.
Viewers on-scene and the hundreds of millions of viewers in front of screens worldwide watched as he bumped Roy once, twice, and then took a turnaround jumper from the paint…
“Bang!!!!!”
DeAndre Jordan quickly stepped back to secure the defensive rebound, and the crowd was already in an uproar.
“LeBron, what are you doing?”
“How could you not make that shot? LeBron? How could you possibly miss that one?”
“Damn it, why didn’t they give the ball to Kobe? Why the hell didn’t they let Kobe take that shot!”
“We’re done for!”
The Staples Center was engulfed in an atmosphere as though someone was about to have a fit.
Yu Fei brought the ball up court, without waiting for his teammates to position themselves or checking if the defense was set, he suddenly stepped back, collected the ball, and launched an ultra-long three-pointer.
“Swish!!!!”
“Frye’s 45th point! The lead is now 14 points!”
In his ninth year as The Chosen One, as he was about to reach the summit, he had never imagined how thunderous the on-site roar was, how agitated his mood was.
Yu Fei turned around, recklessly sticking close to Kobe, forcing the Lakers to pass the ball to James, to go on the offensive.
So, the Lakers could only do the exact same thing, with Bibby handling the ball and then others creating opportunities for Kobe and James to post up. But the SuperSonics wouldn’t let Kobe get a post-up chance in the low post.
There, James found himself in that position again.
At this moment, was the court still a sanctuary?
Kobe wanted to know what was going through James’s mind, but all he and everyone else saw was how the basketball player with the world’s most outstanding physical attributes used a feeble jumper in his post-up against the opponent’s weakness to toll the death knell for the Lakers.
“Bang!!!!!”
Boos, screams, curses.
“Damn N-word!” Snoop Dogg roared as he lost his composure, “You’ll never be fucking better than that stinking dog Frye, N-word!!!!!”
In front of James appeared the figure of Yu Fei, who leapt and grabbed the rebound, then dashed forward swiftly.
He stopped two meters in front of the three-point arc at the top of the key. That was the Lakers’ secret to success up to that day, and also the reason for their downfall tonight. The three-pointer, so captivating, holding the secret of the future of basketball, but in the end, it yielded only to the man who created the era.
From nine meters from the basket, Yu Fei’s hand went up, and down, sinking an ultra-long, trailing three-pointer.
The lead shot up to 17 points at that moment.
Yu Fei was just 2 points shy of the legend of scoring 50 points in three consecutive playoff games.
At this time, less than 70 seconds were left in the match.
Mike Breen said, “We can say in advance, congratulations to the SuperSonics for winning this vitally important game!”
Then, an unsatisfied Kobe furiously took the ball from the backcourt to the frontcourt by himself and forcefully scored a basket.
The lead was cut back to 15 points, but the overall situation was beyond saving.
Roy steadily controlled the game as the clock rapidly counted down from 55 seconds.
With 10 seconds left on the shot clock, Yu Fei got the ball on the right side beyond the three-point line.
Defending him was Kobe.
“Like the outcome, Kobe?”
Before he delivered the final judgment as The Chosen One, he asked his opponent a question.
Kobe clenched his teeth in silence.
Nine years ago, when Yu Fei had helped his high school win the state championship, a middle-aged woman crashed their celebration party, and she told Yu Fei, “Watching you compete against other players makes me feel like I’m watching my own son.”
Now, Yu Fei was no longer the youth who could evoke the parental affection of middle-aged people; he had become greater than any of those who once placed high hopes on him.
“Please forgive me… but when I talk about Frye, I get very excited… my heart… is filled with so much… joy…”
The words of the principal of Yu Fei’s high school on the championship night echoed in Gary Smith’s mind.
He began to break past Kobe.
“He will transcend this game… and bring to the world… heroism like never before…”
He slipped past Kobe’s defense, charging to the basket, ignoring everyone else, leaping with all his might while already exhausted, looking down at his opponents.
Then, he dunked with full force.
The audience in the venue fell silent, as though suffocated.
He sneered as he pointed to Kobe: “Retire with the curse of never winning a championship without Shaquille O’Neal, Kobe.”
“As for you!”
He didn’t even deign to look at the King who had buried the Lakers’ hopes.
“Live on shamefully with this disgrace!”
The game ended, the score was 118 to 101.
This was Game 5, and the series score was 3 to 2.
But no one believed that the Lakers would stand up in Game 6. Their backbone was broken, like a fierce beast that had lost its fangs and claws.
Some defeats are remembered forever, just as some victories become eternal.
The next day, “Sports Illustrated” summarized it all in one sentence: Frye won.
PS: There was supposed to be a “post-game interview,” but my back is killing me, and I really can’t write anymore today. Sorry.