Champion Creed
Chapter 779 - 779 264 I've been killing Black Jesus since the 90s!

779: 264: I’ve been killing Black Jesus since the 90s!

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(Requesting monthly tickets!)_2 He will substitute Hornacek in for Pippen at the start of the second quarter.

Pippen had no objections.

Over the years, he had long accepted the fact that he was now a role player, and he wouldn’t be upset with the coach’s decisions like he once did.

Furthermore, in the past eight games when Roger was absent, Hornacek had been the starter in Roger’s place and performed quite well, showcasing both his organizational skills and shooting ability.

Apart from being easily targeted on defense, there isn’t much you can fault him for.

So at this moment, it’s not surprising that Wilkens relies heavily on Hornacek.

Hornacek nodded and took off his training jersey.

In the previous games, Hornacek’s performance was indeed impressive.

But in Lenny Wilkens’ strategy, Jeff Hornacek’s greatest role has yet to be fully utilized.

His greatest role can only be highlighted when he’s on the court simultaneously with Roger!

With adjustments made and tactics arranged, Lenny Wilkens waved his hand: “I’ve had enough of that self-important Black Pearl, go ahead, let Milwaukee feel the chill.”

The intermission ended, and Steve Belkin and Bruce Levenson were still watching the game on TV.

Rather than focusing on the game, they were observing the power struggle.

Levenson took a sip of red wine and pressed forward.

“Steve, don’t you think Roger seemed more like your boss this summer?

You need to realize that changes in the general manager position have nothing to do with the players—they can’t control the team’s personnel decisions.

So what happened?

Roger didn’t hesitate to call you for this matter, and then you suddenly decided to hold a conference call just because Roger claimed Pete Babcock was his guy.

It’s ridiculous!

Who’s in control of this team?

We can’t consult Roger for every decision.”

Belkin impatiently waved his hand: “Why not?

Only by winning can we maximize our interests, and Roger is the one who can lead the team to victory.

Besides, everyone worldwide knows Roger’s commercial value.

Look at what he’s achieved in Atlanta over the years—a player like that deserves some privileges.”

“Privileges?

Look at Scott, see him, does he look like a player worth a multimillion annual salary?

That’s the trouble Roger’s privileges bring!

He originally supported Scott, forcing the team to sign Scott to a lucrative long-term contract, even though everyone knew Scott was no longer young.

You see, who ends up bearing the consequences?

It’s us!

Every year we have to pay a useless old guy like Scottie Pippen 10 million US Dollars!

Well, even if you say as long as the team wins, he’s right.

But now, it’s not the Atlanta Hawks who are leading.”

“Enough, Bruce, why do you keep dwelling on part of the game?

Why can’t you watch the whole match?”

“Fine, let’s watch the whole game, and afterward we’ll have a good discussion about this privilege issue.”

The two temporarily stopped arguing; the game resumed.

“Hawks substituted Scottie out in the second quarter and brought Jeff on.

It’s evident the Hawks want to go on the offensive; it’s a bold choice.

But today, Ray won’t fear anyone’s firepower!” John Paxson still held high regards for Ray Allen, full of confidence.

However, Paxson’s praises were not in vain; the Bucks’ first offensive in the second half saw Ray Allen sinking another three-pointer.

After Scottie Pippen was substituted out, it was Paul Pierce who moved to chase after Ray Allen.

Yet, clearly, he struggled to catch up to this offensive star skilled in various off-ball movement techniques.

Ray Allen easily shook off Pierce, moved around the right-side three-point line, lifted the basketball, faked to dodge the jumping Pierce, then stepped to the side, released the shot, and scored with a fluid motion.

The Bucks were leading by 10!

Bruce Levenson almost wanted to stand up and applaud Ray Allen but restrained his impulse with reason.

He relished the sight of Steve Belkin’s furrowed brow, never imagining he’d one day feel excitement over a man’s expression like this.

Look, has your god responded to you?

Does Roger still deserve privileges?

He’s just a basketball player, and he can be beaten just as anyone!

After scoring, Ray Allen didn’t trash-talk; that’s not his style.

He simply responds to opponents with actions.

But “Big Dog” Robinson wasn’t so reserved: “You picked the wrong day for a comeback, Roger.

I know you wanted to choose easy prey for a perfect comeback, but you picked wrong.

Sorry, today’s the day Jesus shines.”

“Big Dog’s reference to ‘Jesus’ meant Ray Allen, as Jesus was the role he played in ‘one-on-one’ contests.”

“Don’t belittle yourself, Trash Dog.

I’ve never considered you guys easy prey.

I deliberately picked a slightly challenging but not too difficult opponent.

Let me remind you, on the basketball court, Jesus doesn’t get the final say.”

“Hahaha, we only have ‘a bit of a challenge,’ huh?

Ray was right; you’re an arrogant bastard!”

As they spoke, Hornacek had already dribbled the ball past half court and handed it to Roger, beginning a new round of offense and defense.

But this time the Hawks’ offense was somewhat different from before; the Hawks’ players all spread out, leaving the stage wholly clear for Roger and “Big Dog” Robinson.