Iverson Gets Swept

"Sweep!!! The Charlotte Hornets sweep the Philadelphia 76ers!!!"

"4-0! In Philadelphia, the Hornets thoroughly defeated Philly and advanced to the next round! They will face the winner between the Heat and the Indiana Pacers!"

"Philadelphia fans left early! But Allen Iverson, wearing the white number 3 jersey, still refused to give up until the final second! He played 45 minutes, went 15-for-37, and posted 41 points, 7 rebounds, and 9 assists! It was his highest-scoring game of the series. He was a true fighter!"

"But Iverson's shooting percentage was deeply concerning! His style of play may be hurting his team."

"Not everyone is Kobe or Jordan. Iverson's height prevents him from becoming the kind of era-defining ruler who can carry everything alone."

"But Iverson is still young. Leading his team to the second round in just his third season is already an extraordinary achievement."

"If he can adjust his shooting habits in training..."

"Allen Iverson—"

Iverson did not hear any of the commentators' criticism.

Even if he had, he would have scoffed at it!

A trace of stubbornness showed in his eyes as his upper teeth bit hard into his lower lip.

He nearly bit it bloody.

He had lost!

He had been swept!

He had been shut down by Jordan Hill!

He had been crushed on both ends of the court!

That sense of humiliation was something the fiercely confident AI could not accept!

Behind him were the fans who had supported them as they returned to the playoffs after so many years, as well as the mother who had painstakingly raised Iverson and sent him into the NBA.

In front of them, Iverson had been swept.

He was powerless.

For the first time, Iverson felt completely unable to solve the game.

The intensity of the playoffs was far