Carmelo Anthony made the same slow, sad walk off the court that Patrick Ewing used to make all too often at the Garden, the walk into another season without a championship.

Ewing always had Michael Jordan in his way, and Melo would have had LeBron James in his way again, but he couldn’t even get to him, couldn’t carry the Knicks past the Pacers to the Eastern Conference finals.

That was the mandate, those were the great expectations, and it will be open season on Melo (39 points) from all those eager to assail him as an overrated ball hog who never will win an NBA title.

It is an unforgiving burden, one Melo accepted unflinchingly, one made all the more backbreaking by the post-suspension playoff meltdown of J.R. Smith.

This was Melo’s team, a team good enough to win the Atlantic Division and good enough to win one playoff series for the first time in 13 years.

And Pacers 106, Knicks 99 in Game 6 of the Eastern Conference semifinals simply isn’t good enough.

Winning a scoring title is all fine and dandy. But May and June is when legacies and legends are made. You are what your record says you are. And Melo is 23-43 in the postseason.

He had been the Invisible Man in the fourth quarters of Games 3 and 4. Two free throws. And as many field goals as Jason Kidd.

For so long last night, he was Bernard King, he was Ewing, he was Clyde Frazier in Game 7 against the Lakers.

But in his team’s most desperate hour, he choked.

He missed five straight shots in the fateful fourth quarter, was called for a charge, threw away the pass that led to a three-point play by Lance Stephenson, threw another ball away.

“It’s tough,” Melo said. “Everybody wants to win a championship, that’s the ultimate goal. Unfortunately, our run had to stop here.”

The shame of it all was the only reason he was in that position in the fourth quarter was because he was forced to play one-on-five in the first half.