Champion Creed
Chapter 583 - 583 209 No matter how many times it is said it's all the same!

583: 209: No matter how many times it is said, it’s all the same!

(Asking for monthly tickets!)_3 583: 209: No matter how many times it is said, it’s all the same!

(Asking for monthly tickets!)_3 Truce?

I’m the fucking best in the world among the seconds!

The next day, the Eastern Conference Finals G1 was about to tip off.

Outside the Georgia Dome, fans had already assembled five hours before the game started, and each one, just like in a promotional video, hooked each other’s shoulders and sang and danced in the plaza outside the stadium.

The aerial shots from helicopters captured this spectacular scene; the basketball atmosphere in Atlanta had never been better.

Watching the aerial footage, Bob Costas in the NBC studio began to warm up for the game, “Over the past few months, it has been a time of sorrow for Atlantans.

The Warriors and the Falcons have both drawn a lot of attention but have both brought back the worst results.

No team has had the last laugh, and many media outlets have referred to it as the Atlanta curse.

Can the Hawks break the curse this time?

The eyes of the entire state of Georgia are focused on this round of games!”

In the physiotherapy room of the locker room, Roger was enjoying a massage, relaxing his muscles.

Pippen walked in, lay down on the bed, and received electrotherapy on his back.

This device could relieve back pain, but the treatment process itself was very painful.

Of course, if the electrical power was adjusted to an appropriate range, the pain wouldn’t be so pronounced.

Roger glanced at Pippen and asked casually, “Can you still hold up?”

“Don’t insult me, I’m a man too.

Do you think I would abandon the fans gathering outside the arena?

Leave my teammates?”

“Well said.

If you were like this in Chicago, we might have gotten along very well.”

“Enough about Chicago.”

“I thought you missed it, after all, that’s where you made your mark.”

“Not anymore.

My glory is here now, in Atlanta.

Don’t worry about me; I will support you fully to the top.

Whether as a savior or for a personal dynasty, I will give you my full support.”

Seeing Pippen so earnest, Roger’s mischievous side came out, “Hey, remember the four conditions you laid out for me last summer?

Wanna say them again?”

“I’ll say them as many times as necessary!

First, just keep your distance from Larsa, no negatives!

Second, dual captaincy, only I get to be your second in command!

Third, we split ball-handling duties, you take the shots, I take the rebounds!

Fourth, watch your tone when speaking to me.

If you’re too polite, I’ll think something’s wrong with our relationship!”

Roger didn’t expect Pippen to answer like this, and for the first time, he realized how high Pippen’s emotional intelligence was: “Hahahaha, you have a bad memory, Scott.”

“Really?

I remember that’s exactly what I said.”

Just then, an assistant coach pushed open the physiotherapy room’s door: “Scott, Roger, two minutes left, Lenny is about to start the pre-game strategy session.”

“OK, we’re coming out,” Roger replied.

Both men put on their clothes and stood up, ready to leave the physiotherapy room, when Pippen grabbed Roger’s wrist.

“Leave Reggie Miller to me, you just focus on annihilating those bastards with firepower.”

The Hawks lost to the Pacers twice in the regular season because Roger was fully committed to defending the slippery Reggie Miller, which in turn dragged down his own offense.

The kind of 50+10 performance from their first encounter wasn’t something that could be replicated at any time.

“Reggie is tough to handle.”

“I’m not easy to handle either.

This is my seventh consecutive year making the All-Defensive First Team, Roger.

You know, even you only made the All-Defensive Second Team this year.”

“No objections from me, let’s see what Lenny says.”

“Fine, I’ll tell him myself later.”

Half an hour later, the Hawks players appeared in the extraordinarily lively arena.

The entire stand felt oppressive because the fans were all wearing the “One team, one city, one goal” T-shirts.

It was as if a giant black wave was about to crash down.

As the starting players gathered, Reggie Miller, ever the provocateur, said, “Roger, we are your Atlanta curse.”

But it wasn’t Roger who responded to Miller, it was Pippen: “Mortal, don’t bother a god!”

“Get lost with your bull terrier attitude.”

“No, I’ll clamp onto you like trash that won’t let go.”

Pippen’s gaze locked onto Reggie Miller.

Once a bull terrier bites onto its opponent’s neck, it never lets go, even if it gets beaten to death, it won’t back down.