Champion Creed
Chapter 393 - 393 156 Your major embarrassing moment asking for monthly ticket!_2

393: 156: Your major embarrassing moment (asking for monthly ticket!)_2 393: 156: Your major embarrassing moment (asking for monthly ticket!)_2 So, he passed the ball to the young number 8.

The scene was electric, and Kobe was too.

In the NBA arena, going one-on-one with the player he believed to be the best.

This had always been Kobe’s dream!

At first, Kobe’s target was Michael Jordan.

But at some point, Roger’s name started appearing more and more frequently.

Gradually, Roger replaced Jordan in Kobe’s heart.

Roger became Kobe’s number one idol.

And the person he most wanted to defeat!

Roger spread his arms, and in that moment he felt his headache symptoms had actually eased significantly.

He should have played earlier if he had known.

“I advise you to pass the ball to someone else, really,”

Kobe didn’t pay any attention; he began dribbling between his legs frequently.

To the left, then accelerate to the right.

Kobe wanted to use rhythm changes and speed to break through; Roger did the same back in the day because at 18, neither of them had strong enough body contact skills, so they had to avoid physical confrontations as much as possible.

Hence, Kobe’s every move was within Roger’s expectations.

He sidestepped in time, perfectly blocking Kobe who was ready to change direction.

After being blocked, Kobe immediately spun around with Roger as the pivot.

Smart strategy.

But Roger knew what he would do next even with his eyes closed.

As expected, a jump shot by Kobe after spinning around—one of Roger’s signature moves which Kobe had already incorporated into his arsenal.

He had used it skillfully in a one-on-one with Starkhouse the previous summer.

But no matter how skillfully he used it, Kobe had learned this move from Roger after all.

Roger almost jumped to block Kobe’s shot at the same time Kobe released the ball.

The shock in Kobe’s eyes was evident; he hadn’t expected Roger to close in so quickly.

The basketball was completely smothered by Roger’s hand, Kobe could only lean back to create a slight angle for the shot.

He barely got the shot off, but the ball didn’t even touch the rim and went straight out of bounds.

An air ball—Kobe who had been deadly in the first half, threw an air ball at the start of the second half under Roger’s defense!

“You’re not that sharp, Kobe.

You can only bully players like Jerry Starkhouse or take on old guys like Michael Cooper.

God, he’s 40 years old!

Why do the media hype you up for beating a 40-year-old man in practice?

Are you proud of that?”

Roger began to verbally attack Kobe, showing no mercy.

Kobe tuned it out and focused on defending harder.

He defended seriously, but it was in vain.

When Roger posted Kobe up with his back, Kobe felt Roger’s legs were like thick tree roots, firmly planted in the ground.

This guy is really sick with a fever?

The current Kobe was skinny, while Roger was at his heaviest weight of his career.

The difference was clear.

Roger got the ball firmly and just when everyone thought he’d use his physical advantage to back in and power through Kobe, he slowly turned to face the basket, then dribbled left to break through.

He didn’t use his physical advantage and ended up with a drifting jump shot from mid-range on the left side.

This was a skill Roger had focused on in the summer; he had used it many times this season.

Kobe thought Roger was going to drive; after all, he had the physical advantage.

But Kobe didn’t expect Roger to suddenly pull up for a jump shot, so his contest was too late by half a beat.

By the time he got his hand up, Roger had already released the ball.

The Lakers’ number 8 defended with all his might, but he was too green.

Swish.

The ball went through the net, and Roger spread his arms, “Sorry Kobe, if it weren’t for the fever, I’d use my left hand.

It’s a bit unfair to use my right on you.”

Kobe was mentally prepared for Roger’s trash talk, but hearing it still got under his skin.

“I’ll shut you up.”

“Oh?”

The Lakers offense, Van Exel passed the ball to Kobe again, then immediately cut inside.

Van Exel was quick and had successfully shaken off Harper.

Kobe could provide him a direct path to the basket if he just passed the ball.

But Kobe didn’t do that; he started dribbling between his legs again.

He was slowing down the team’s pace.

“Pass the damn ball!” Del Harris yelled.

Kobe still didn’t listen.

Great players never waste a one-on-one opportunity, just like Roger.

Campbell voluntarily set a screen for Kobe.

Kobe prepared to move towards the screen, but after just one dribble, he suddenly pulled up and shot a three!

Kobe thought his feigned screen followed by a quick shot would be effective, but Roger, as if he could read all his thoughts, blocked him precisely again as Kobe shot!

The second air ball, the Lakers’ players didn’t even have a chance to rebound.

“You want to be air Jordan?” Roger shook his head, “No, no, no, you’re just air ball Kobe!

How’s that, you’ll shut me up with air balls?”

Dominique Wilkins, for the first time, didn’t find Roger annoying.

Seeing Kobe flustered made him feel extremely good inside.

The Lakers fans were no longer cheering because they realized they were not going to witness the kind of showdown they had imagined.

They had envisioned a scenario like with the Timberwolves.

The Lakers might lose the game, but Kobe could still put up stellar individual stats against Roger.

In the end, there would be a warm scene with the little brother praising the big brother.

But today, there was no warmth between Roger and Kobe, only bloodshed.