Champion Creed
Chapter 715 - 715 246 You are always my favorite second in command asking for monthly passes!_3

715: 246: You are always my favorite second in command (asking for monthly passes!)_3 715: 246: You are always my favorite second in command (asking for monthly passes!)_3 Although Grant Hill’s three-point shooting percentage this season was a career-high at 34.7%, merely looking at the percentage, Hill’s three-point level was definitely above the passing line.

However, he only averaged 1.3 attempts per game, which was too few samples, so this percentage could not represent his true three-point level.

Roger did not pass, frankly, he did not trust Grant Hill’s three-point shooting.

He took the shot when Garnett’s defense was in place; the basketball nearly got blocked by Garnett but ultimately sailed over his fingertips, bounced a few times on the rim before dropping in.

Garnett shrugged his shoulders, “No need to be so persistent, rest assured, I won’t let that fat guy win the AMVP.”

“Are you advising me to surrender?”

“No, but frankly, your team is destined not to win against us.”

“Sorry, Kevin, I’d like to see you get the AMVP trophy, but not tonight, maybe next year?”

Roger was merciless, even towards a friend like Garnett.

But problems had begun to show when Garnett left Grant Hill to double-team Roger, could Roger still maintain his efficiency?

In the subsequent several rounds, the pace of the Eastern Conference All-Stars catching up slowed down, taking four minutes to catch up by just four points.

But in fact, Roger was already excellent.

He scored 8 points, 2 rebounds, 2 assists; each ball, each round, every offensive and defensive move of the Eastern Conference All-Stars involved him.

On the offensive end, he was the main ball handler.

On the defensive end, he was everywhere, always appearing in the right place to do the right thing.

He would never stand still on defense, nor would he exclude himself from the offense by folding his arms.

Without Roger, these rounds for the Eastern Conference All-Stars simply would not exist.

Maybe Roger was not very prominent in the first three quarters, letting the young players of the East have their chaotic fun.

But a true star always dominates in the fourth quarter.

You can’t be nearly invisible in the fourth quarter and then claim to be the biggest contributor to the victory.

Roger was leading the team, this was something Shaq couldn’t fake no matter how much he played the big brother role.

In the eighth minute, Roger faked a shot and then broke past Kobe, shooting from mid-range.

But it was KG again, this tall freak quickly rushed up and immediately blocked Roger, who had to quickly toss up a shot.

A regular shot would have been blocked by KG.

The basketball evaded KG’s block, but Roger did not.

Garnett, like a train with failed brakes in the air, directly knocked down number 14.

It was a fierce collision, shocking everyone who saw it.

The referee blew the whistle, the basketball went in, Roger pushed off the Garnett weighing on him and stood up, roaring with effort.

He let the flames of passion burn fiercely in Oakley.

“Three points!

This fourth-quarter game reminds one of a Game 7 in the playoffs, something unprecedented on the All-Star stage, having never occurred before!” Doug Collins and the fans stood up and applauded, who couldn’t love a Roger like this?

Shaq cursed under his breath, Roger had already amassed 20 points, 5 rebounds, 5 assists; the stats were already quite impressive, enough to contend for the AMVP.

He must not let him win!

While Shaq was thinking, Roger had already come up to him: “Hey Shaq, you just want to take the AMVP like this?

Yeah, you’re used to winning in the fourth quarter with your teammates’ help.

But haven’t you noticed?

Except for me, no one can save you, you wreck!”

“Hope you can still talk so loud when I’m holding the trophy.” O’Neal’s frustrated retort was weak.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to hold the trophy because I’m willing to share my AMVP trophy with you.

After all, I already have two at home.”

As Roger made his free throw, reducing the deficit to just one point, the Western Conference All-Stars were forced to call a timeout.

Bob Costas went crazy praising Roger: “Only one point behind now, Roger is fully present in the fourth quarter; Shaq?

His presence is even less than KG’s who’s been bustling.

He needs to step up now, he needs to learn to carry the team like Roger!”

On the bench, Phil Jackson glanced at the score and Roger’s stats, sighing.

The Eastern Conference All-Stars were disorganized in the first three quarters, playing messily.

But now?

This transformation was unbelievable.

The Zen Master of course hoped Shaq would win the AMVP, not because he cared about the AMVP itself, but because winning the AMVP would boost Shaq’s morale and also help control Kobe—Shaq is the AMVP, not you, so you must honestly play second fiddle.

To achieve his goal, the Zen Master issued an order: “The All-Star game should be played joyfully, but I doubt anyone would be happy losing.

As much as possible, get the ball inside, to our strong points!

Gentlemen, let’s take home the victory!”

On the other side, Pat Riley was preparing to make a substitution.

Grant Hill was completely superfluous in this tactic; Garnett’s fearless double-teaming of Roger greatly disrupted Roger’s one-on-one space.

But there was a problem, if he subbed in a guard who could shoot threes, what about the defense?

Ray Allen matching up against Garnett?

Just thinking about it, Pat Riley felt it was too cruel.

Sub in Antonio Davis?

No, then KG’s double-teaming would be crazier because Antonio Davis’s offense was almost negligible.

At this point, Roger voluntarily suggested: “I can play the three spot on defense against KG, Vince, just try to limit Tim Duncan from getting the ball, that’s all you need to do!

As for the offense, everyone be ready to catch and shoot threes!”