Champion Creed
Chapter 675 - 675 235 The Ambition of the 96 Generation Is Overflowing Vote for Monthly Pass!_2

675: Chapter 235: The Ambition of the 96 Generation Is Overflowing (Vote for Monthly Pass!)_2 675: Chapter 235: The Ambition of the 96 Generation Is Overflowing (Vote for Monthly Pass!)_2 So far, Iverson is one of the few guards from the ’96 generation who hasn’t been beaten harshly by Roger.

Although Iverson has never won against Roger, take a look at Kobe who gets beaten differently each year—don’t you feel Iverson’s situation is much better?

Because they often participate in commercial activities together, Roger’s attitude toward Iverson is better than toward others.

This time, the day before the game, Roger invited Iverson to dinner as usual and asked him to bring Kukoc, who transferred to Philadelphia this season.

As the host, Roger always arranges a meal when friends visit.

But over the phone, Iverson told Roger, “Roger, I haven’t heard of prey dining with the hunter.”

Roger wasn’t mad when Iverson publicly said he was going to squeeze himself out of the scoring champion position.

Because in front of the media, it doesn’t matter how tough you talk, and Iverson also needs that kind of unruly persona.

Kevin Garnett is a master at playing with his persona; before his step back from battling, everyone thought he was a tough guy.

Of course, he also talks tough about Roger in front of the media.

But in private?

He’s got to offer Roger some cigars.

And this time, Iverson being so arrogant and domineering in a private phone call where there’s no need to craft any persona.

This smell of desire is something Roger caught on to.

Those guys from the ’96 class really can’t wait anymore.

“There’s a lot you haven’t heard of, Iverson.

See you tomorrow.”

You haven’t heard of an MVP coming off the bench, you haven’t heard of a superstar coming off the bench, you haven’t heard of a first-team player coming off the bench.

Guess what?

You’ve made them all happen.

But scoring champion, you won’t make that happen!

Roger put down the phone and decided to go to bed early.

The youngsters from the ’96 draft class, you can’t wait, but you all have to wait for me!

The next day at Philips Arena, Atlanta fans put all their enthusiasm into the game.

Last season’s defeat didn’t affect the Hawks’ standing in Atlanta, and now, the Hawks have become Atlanta’s most popular professional sports team.

What used to be a baseball city has turned into a basketball city.

Allen Iverson walked into the arena without greeting Roger and chatting as usual.

Pippen came up and made a joke, “Hey, did you and your little brother get into a fight over the same girl at the Gold Club?”

“I advise you not to go to the Gold Club these days, Scott.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you know?

Mayor Bill is cracking down on places like that for illegal sex trade.”

“Damn, is he for real?

If he does that, how are we going to exhaust the visiting team’s players?”

Roger glanced at Pippen and then went to shake hands with the commentators and referees.

As a superstar, that’s the kind of courtesy he ought to have, after all, we see each other all the time.

On the court side, Gisele Bundchen sat contentedly in the front row, the spot arranged for her by Roger.

Watching Roger shake hands and joke with everyone, so polite, she also had a radiant smile.

He’s really nice!

Soon, Roger heard someone yelling loudly, “Hey Truth, your streak of four consecutive years as scoring champion is about to end here!”

Roger looked in the direction of the shout and saw none other than North America’s number one turtle man, Will Smith.

This Philadelphian has been a loyal fan of Iverson since last season, buying season tickets for the 76ers and often going to the games with his wife.

Today, this loyal fan of Iverson followed him to Atlanta.

Roger ignored Will Smith’s shouting, but then his wife started chirping, “Iverson is going to make you dizzy with his play!”

That witch-like voice from the woman annoyed Roger, “Shut up, Jada, no one can make me dizzy in my own house.”

Roger responded quite normally, but it seemed to hit a nerve with Will Smith, the protective husband.

He wasn’t about to rush up and slap Roger, but his emotions were obviously much more agitated.

“Roger, AI is here to replace you!

First the scoring title, then the championship!

Today, we’ll witness all of that, just you wait and see!

Your era is over!”

Roger was speechless, not knowing what was going on in Will Smith’s head.

You say one wrong thing about his wife, he’ll get mad at you, but if you dare to sleep with his wife, he’ll bless you.

As the game started, the 76ers still fielded their bizarre “one star with four defenders” lineup.

The starting players were AI, Aaron McKie, Tyrone Hill, Roger’s old buddy Toni Kukoc, and Theo Ratliff.

Apart from AI, there wasn’t a second player on the team averaging over 15 points per game.

This was because, in this timeline, Snow was with the Hawks and AI needed to play the shooting guard position, so Larry Brown had no choice but to put Kukoc in the starting lineup to take over some of the organizing tasks.

Otherwise, Larry Brown, a control freak, would have come up with an even more extreme lineup.

Right from the start, AI dealt a blow to the Hawks.

His first target was Roger’s teammate, Pippen.

AI’s speed was too fast, there was simply no one in the entire NBA who could match his pace.

With a beautiful crossover, he got past the completely focused Pippen.

In fact, Pippen wasn’t even faked out.

But that’s what it’s like defending AI, even if you know which way he’s breaking, you still can’t stop him.

Aware of Pippen’s defensive reach, Iverson didn’t pull up for a jumper after the breakthrough, because that would surely be contested.

At his official height of 183 cm, he charged straight into the paint, took on Big Ben, and sank the ball amid the referee’s whistle.

2+1!

“Allen Iverson has said he’s going to push Roger off the scoring throne.

We all know, this son of Philadelphia never jokes around,” Bob Costas was really looking forward to the game.

He knew AI was tough, but Roger was tougher.

Who would have the last laugh tonight?

“Hahaha, you’re even too scared to guard him yourself!” Will Smith continued to go wild in the stands.

Being in the second row, even with the noise of the arena, Roger could hear him loud and clear.

Pierce murmured unhappily, “Does that idiot think he’s Philadelphia’s Spike Lee?”

AI made his free throw, putting the 76ers ahead by 3 to 0.

The Hawks went on the offense immediately, with Roger feeling pumped and personally taking the first shot.

But it had to be admitted, Larry Brown’s defensive system was formidable, something even the Spurs’ perimeter defense couldn’t measure up to.

The interference from Aaron McKie and Tyrone Hill caused Roger’s first shot to clang off the rim.

Roger quickly retreated on defense, but sure enough, AI had already rushed to the front.

Roger and Pippen flanked him from the left and right, but in midair, AI evaded their block with a beautiful hang-time move and scored!

“Yeah!

What about your turf?

AI’s going to take you down, just tonight!”

Seeing Will Smith swearing, Roger still didn’t retort, which led Gisele Bundchen to admire Roger’s high quality.

He was really good.

Then, right away, Roger shouted back at the stands, “Shut the hell up, or I’ll drop 50 points and blow AI out of the water!”

“You can try!”

Gisele’s gaze remained fixed on Roger, who stood tough like a man, refusing to be bullied.

He was really good.

Hmm, filters can solve everything.

Gisele had completely immersed herself in the filter; everything Roger did was a plus in her eyes.

Outside of that filter, though, Pierce knew that wasn’t good at all.

That guy was already angry.

The son of Philadelphia wasn’t going to leave with honors today.

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