It has been more than 20 years in the blink of an eye, the legend is still not dusty, the greatness is still star-studded
Michael Jordan's last dance has the ability to take you across time and space to appreciate his absolute dominance back then
Thanks to Netflix, too many precious footage of the year was brought back to the screen, allowing me to see a more three-dimensional basketball god from such a different angle:
He may have been lost, whether in the team's slump in the early days, or the frustration of not being able to beat Detroit in the mid-term, or the irritability of the negative press, the grief of the sudden loss of his father, the mediocrity of baseball, the failure after returning...
But he never gave up his obsession, the obsession born for victory
I've been thinking about the last shot in episode 10, where he dropped his shoulders, accelerated, stopped, pulled back, jumped, shot...
There are thousands of Utah fans in front of all living beings, but there is a little boy who has already raised his arms and wore a black Bulls away jersey...
Today, the boy 22 years later may have already started a family and worked hard for life. In these years of life, every challenge he has encountered: academic pressure, future confusion, career setbacks, trivial life.. . He may encounter all the same as we encounter
I just wonder if he would roll down the car window and light a cigarette every time he drives alone on a lonely road and returns late, when everything in front of him seems unbearable, remembering that 22 years ago, in front of his eyes The man who confidently and decisively threw the ball:
Ball spins in the air, flying, hollow into the net
Then, this lion-like man stared at the legend he just wrote, finished the last dance, and left gracefully
The boy who has recovered, no, it should be a middle-aged man, will he smile with a cigarette and say go to your mother's client, to your mother's bullshit boss, when I watched Jordan's last shot, Those uncles and aunties in Utah were so noisy, they all covered their heads when Michael jumped up and shouted not to get in or not to get in, guess what? At that time, Lao Tzu had raised his hands and started to celebrate the sixth championship of the Bulls. By the way , where the fuck were you?
It's such an arrogant thing.
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