Champion Creed
Chapter 561 - 561 202 The Gaoler very much understands how to reform villains asking for monthly votes!_2

561: 202: The Gaoler very much understands how to reform villains (asking for monthly votes!)_2 561: 202: The Gaoler very much understands how to reform villains (asking for monthly votes!)_2 No other choice, Mark Jackson could only look for the second perimeter scoring option, “God’s Left Hand” Mullin.

As soon as Mullin received the basketball, he shot immediately, but Stevie Smith’s defense was so close it was almost in the face of the Dream Team veteran.

Ever since visiting Andy’s house, Stevie Smith had been playing fiercely.

Today, with that little boy in the audience, he was playing as if he was injected with chicken blood.

Under Stevie Smith’s tight defense, Mullin’s three-pointer turned as crooked as Bronny’s.

“Not getting the ball for two consecutive possessions?

No wonder your fans want to burn you alive,” Roger stuck close to Reggie Miller, not giving him a second to relax.

“You haven’t got the ball either, Roger!”

“Oh, right, I haven’t started tormenting you on the offense yet,” Roger said, then pushed Reggie Miller away and moved to the top of the three-point arc to call for the ball.

The moment Roger got the basketball, he immediately accelerated, not giving Mark Jackson a chance to double-team him.

But just as he entered mid-range, Dale Davis had already raised his arms to help defend.

Roger came to a quick halt, lifted the basketball, getting both Reggie Miller and Dale Davis off their feet.

Of course, that was a fake shot.

Once they had both jumped, Roger then took off, using his excellent upper body strength to withstand Dale Davis’s collision, steadied his torso, and shot the ball.

The basketball swished through the net, the referee’s whistle blew, and Roger spread his arms.

“Reggie, stop feeding your dog shit, give it something good to eat, it’s way too weak.

By the way, which asshole just said I couldn’t get the ball?”

Dale Davis and Reggie Miller were both shaking with rage, and Roger made the free throw with ease.

Reggie Miller knew he had to start scoring now to stabilize the team.

But right now, either he couldn’t get free, or when he did get free, Mark Jackson was being pressured by Pippen so much that he couldn’t pass the ball.

Stevie Smith was also fiercely gnawing at the aged Chris Mullin, rendering Larry Bird’s off-ball system ineffective in an instant.

Having no choice, Mark Jackson had to call Dale Davis out for a screen.

As a great blue-collar worker, Davis did his job exceptionally well.

The pick and roll this time was solid, effectively keeping Pippen at bay.

In this era, the center is a center; you would not see Embiid shooting threes and Curry going for rebounds.

Such magical scenes do not occur.

Dale Davis, being an excellent blue-collar big, did all the dirty work inside very well.

With this high-quality screen, Mark Jackson managed to drive, Alan Henderson immediately went to help defend, and Pippen also turned to pursue.

Then, with a precise and timely bounce pass, he found Dale Davis cutting to the basket.

The latter caught the ball and immediately went up for a powerful dunk.

But halfway through his leap, Dale Davis was violently pulled down by Roger, who had contracted in, and he fell hard to the ground.

The referee blew the whistle but only called a common foul.

As he watched Dale Davis clutching his arm in pain and grimacing, Roger muttered in a cold tone, “On this court, you’re closer to death than anyone else.”

Roger was furious, which was Larry Bird’s most direct impression at the moment.

He didn’t know what Reggie Miller and Dale Davis did to provoke Roger, but it undoubtedly made the game more difficult.

Dale Davis missed both free throws.

As a blue-collar center, his skills were limited to defense and rebounds; his free-throw shooting percentage for the season was just 46%, making even Big Ben on the bench remark, “There’s actually someone worse.”

Zero points.

That was the Pacers’ score after several possessions.

Unable to get the ball, Reggie Miller couldn’t help his team, causing him distress.

More distressed was Roger, who kept taunting him, “Keep this up, and your wife is going to turn off the TV to go on a date.

Hold on, Reggie, try to score a few baskets, so your wife stays in front of the TV.”

“Roger, I’m really going to beat you up!”

“Oh, come on, Reggie, hit me in the head,” Roger said, pressing his forehead against Reggie Miller’s.

Of course, Reggie Miller wasn’t going to throw a punch; he didn’t want to get ejected at the start of the game.

Roger managed to make Reggie Miller back down in a very disrespectful way.

Finally, Miller got the ball this time.

But getting the ball was just the first step; he still didn’t get a good opportunity to shoot.

Seeing that his teammates were also tightly guarded, Reggie Miller decided to drive with the ball.

Either way, there was at least a chance to fight for two free throws.

But Reggie Miller couldn’t even get to the basket before he was completely trapped.

Roger had been glued to Miller all along, never giving him a moment’s relaxation.

So, Miller’s drive had no speed.

With Alan Henderson and Pippen closing in, all Miller could do was stop the ball where he stood.

His first instinct was to find Mark Jackson, who was left open by Pippen.

But Pippen’s hand was faster than Miller’s thoughts.

The moment Miller stopped the ball, it was violently slapped out of his hands by Pippen.

With a defender like Pippen, you can’t hesitate in front of him.

Roger picked up the ball and flung it forward like a frisbee.

Pippen was sure to catch it, Roger was confident of that.

Indeed, Pippen quickly dashed forward, caught the ball, and then slammed it down with a one-handed dunk over the chasing Mark Jackson!

5 to 0.

“Not bad, Reggie, you’ve improved.

But unfortunately, you still haven’t scored.

I don’t understand, is scoring that difficult?”