Champion Creed
Chapter 665 - 665 232 I suggest from now until the end of the season don't trust any fart asking for monthly tickets!_3

665: 232: I suggest from now until the end of the season, don’t trust any fart (asking for monthly tickets!)_3 665: 232: I suggest from now until the end of the season, don’t trust any fart (asking for monthly tickets!)_3 As “ESPN Magazine” put it:

“Many times, God does not treat every hardworking person fairly.

We won’t say that the Hawks’ next season is already doomed, after all, they can still supplement someone through operations who can take the shot.

But you have to admit, destiny seems to have been causing trouble for Roger from the start of this season.”

It was indeed so.

Even before the season had started, there was a sense of oppression, and the entire Hawks team was under great pressure, making it hard to breathe right from the beginning.

Everyone lived under immense pressure every day.

After all, for all the Hawks players, there was only one good outcome next season—winning the championship.

If they couldn’t win the championship, even if they made it to the finals, no one would speak well of the Hawks.

Everyone had been full of confidence, but the stabbing of Pierce made all the Hawks players wonder what else could go wrong in the upcoming season.

Honestly, the incident of being stabbed 13 times in the nightclub was just too absurd; it felt as though even the heavens were trying to prevent the Hawks from winning the championship.

Before another day of training began, Big Ben told everyone: “I had thought the worst accident could be Scott getting caught soliciting, but never did I imagine that Paul would encounter this sort of thing.”

Just then, Pippen, who had just entered the locker room, looked perplexed: “Hey, I’m not as foolish as James Worthy to get caught!”

Big Ben chuckled: “Look, Scott didn’t deny he would go; he just thinks he wouldn’t get caught.”

Such little jokes could slightly relieve everyone’s pressure, but they couldn’t solve the problem fundamentally.

Lenny Wilkens was worried the players would be crushed by this kind of pressure.

He felt Roger would do something.

But preseason camp had already started many days ago, and every day Roger just kept to himself and trained alone.

He hadn’t given any speeches, nor had he done anything to relieve the team’s pressure.

He was unhurried, as if he knew everything was sure to work out smoothly.

Before the official practice began today, the entire Hawks team warmed up with some shooting.

The players who had been joking and chatting in the locker room now turned quite serious on the training court.

The whole team was enveloped by immense pressure.

While they were practicing, the doors of the training hall were suddenly pushed open.

Everyone looked towards the door, puzzled, and then they all froze.

Paul Pierce was walking slowly into the court, dressed in the Hawks’ practice outfit, with a basketball under his arm.

At that moment, it had been only 18 days since he was stabbed 13 times!

Lenny Wilkens exclaimed in surprise, “Paul, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to practice.”

“Are you crazy?

Your wounds haven’t even healed yet!”

“I don’t want to stay at home.

I won’t let anything stop us in our journey next season.”

“No, you get back home now.” Lenny Wilkens, no matter how traditional he was, couldn’t allow someone who had just escaped death to return to the field.

“Lenny!” Pierce suddenly raised his voice, making the whole court exceptionally quiet.

“I don’t want to be a loser forever, I don’t want to be at the mercy of fate.

God gave me a chance, and it’s not to sit at home watching TV.

Screw the medical advice, screw the knife wounds.

Do you know what I was thinking the moment I was discharged?

I’m living in the best moment!

I want to make up for last season’s mistakes, I want to win back what belongs to Atlanta with Roger!”

After Pierce finished speaking, he began to shoot basketballs on the court on his own.

His wounds had not fully healed due to the stabbing, so any intense movement would certainly cause his body to feel bouts of severe pain.

But he didn’t want to wait anymore.

He didn’t want fate to toy with him like a clown.

He, too, wanted to be the person who could back up others.

This time, he was determined to hold fast for Roger!

Lenny Wilkens wanted to object, but Roger laid his hand on his shoulder,

“Welcome back, Paul.

Screw fate, we create our own destiny!

All the media say our season is cursed, but is there anyone among us who’s destined for success?

Big Ben, a few years ago you wouldn’t even dare to believe you could become a professional player.

Scott, do you believe fate allowed you to get a multi-million dollar salary at your age?

Kurt, fate called you a short inside player who couldn’t make it in the NBA, did you compromise?

According to fate, I should also be stepped on by Michael Jordan for life.

But now, I have one more ring than him.

So, like Paul, let’s defy this damn fate!

Fate thinks the moment for Atlanta’s dynasty has not arrived, but, whether it has arrived or not, it’s up to us to decide!

Fate?

What position can it play?

It’s time, guys, to overturn those who yearn to take our crown!”

Pierce’s return and Roger’s timely speech worked wonders, and all members of the Hawks team began to shout.

“Yeah!

Take them down!”

“The crown is ours!”

“MAGA!”

After finishing practice for the day and returning to the locker room, Paul Pierce and Scottie Pippen sat down beside Roger, one on each side.

The king’s right and left hands were finally in place.

Lenny Wilkens then wrote a line on a huge whiteboard: “This is our theme this year, ‘The dance never end!'”

The dance never stops!

“The 1998 championship wasn’t the last dance for the Atlanta Hawks.

Together, let’s keep the splendid dance going!”