Champion Creed
Chapter 800 - 800 269 He is the key to everything Requesting monthly votes!_3

800: 269: He is the key to everything (Requesting monthly votes!)_3 800: 269: He is the key to everything (Requesting monthly votes!)_3 Looking at the game tickets in his hand, Reeves couldn’t help but shout, “God!”

The therapist massaging Roger chuckled, “That’s right, you just got two game tickets from God.

In Atlanta, you ask God to make anything happen for you.”

“Thank you, Roger.

I’ll give it my all tomorrow night!”

Reeves left excitedly, and Roger continued to enjoy the massage.

Tomorrow night, Reeves would bring his parents to watch the game live.

Because he was only a second-round pick, he felt embarrassed to directly ask Pete Babcock for tickets, so he asked Roger for help.

Roger didn’t refuse his little brother, believing this could keep Reeves, who had few opportunities to play, motivated in training.

As for whether Reeves would get to play tomorrow night or make any impact, Roger wasn’t too concerned.

For tomorrow night’s game, Roger needed to prepare for the worst.

He trusted his teammates but knew he could not completely rely on their performance.

No matter what happened, he had to be ready to back them up.

Finally, the time arrived: December 25th.

All the Hawks fans got up early and went out, gathering in the outer square of Philips Arena.

Ever since Roger came, this had become a unique way for Atlantans to celebrate.

For the fans, the frenzied celebration lasted more than just the hours of the game.

From the moment they woke up, they were enjoying the Christmas Day game.

When Michael Reed arrived at the training center court, the whole team stopped chatting and stared at him in confusion.

Reeves looked back, thinking Roger was behind him.

But there was nothing behind him, making him the focus of everyone’s attention.

This was the first time he was so noticed since joining the Hawks.

Reeves was puzzled but then seemed to remember something.

He touched his head, and sure enough, his nightcap was still on.

“Michael, relax a bit.” Pierce understood Reeves’ feelings, having been nervous before big games during his rookie season too.

“That’s right, you’d better listen to Paul.

Why did Paul perform so well in last season’s finals?

Because he was relaxed enough, relaxed enough to spray Shaq in the face.” Big Ben joked from the side, an ever-popular joke within the Hawks.

Reeves was indeed very nervous, not just because the opponents were strong but also because he thought of his parents being there, fearing he would let down Roger.

From arriving at the training center, heading to Philips Arena together, until warming up on the court, Reeves was in a daze.

There was a moment when he looked around in amazement and questioned internally, “Damn, am I at the Christmas showdown?”

The cheers from the fans were twice as loud as usual, with countless cameras pointing towards the court.

All of this reminded the players and fans that this was not just an ordinary regular-season game.

This was a continuation of last season’s finals, a continuation of the Shaq and Roger war, a continuation of the battle for supremacy of this era.

Grant Hill, Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O’Neal, even seeing it with their own eyes, Hawks fans still felt this lineup was too dreamlike.

Pippen stood near the center line with his hands on his hips, looking at those guys in purple jerseys on the other side, with a solemn expression: “Damn, teaming up with three peak star players, this is the first time I’m encountering something like this!

All just to beat us, is it necessary?”

“Believe me, Scott, this kind of combination won’t be the last.” Roger mumbled beside him.

Kobe also walked towards the center line at this moment, and Roger noticed that Kobe was smiling, a confident kind of smile.

“Hey Roger, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, although it’s hard to be happy after losing.”

“No, happiness is very simple, like hitting you guys with a 10-0 run right from the start.” Kobe had this confidence, and the Lakers had this capability.

The game started quickly, and the Lakers displayed their formidable strength at the onset.

O’Neal won the ball, and Grant Hill took it past the half-court.

Currently, it was Pippen against Grant Hill, Pierce against Kobe, and Roger defending Harper.

The first issue the Hawks faced immediately emerged.

In previous games against the Lakers, Pippen, Roger, and Pierce could rotate to guard Kobe and then take turns on offense.

The defensive resources were very adequate.

But now, two of the Hawks’ three core perimeter players had to tirelessly defend for 48 minutes.

Pippen and Pierce had to keep a close eye on Kobe and Hill without any respite.

As expected, Pippen was attacked on the first play.

Grant Hill, focusing on the currently in-form Pippen, slowly moved closer with the ball.

Pippen knew how fast Grant Hill was, so he concentrated 100% on defense, observing Grant Hill’s every move carefully.

As he got close enough, Grant Hill leaned low to the right, a signal to start.

Pippen preemptively shifted half a step to Hill’s right, spreading his arms.

But at that instant, Grant Hill suddenly changed direction to the left and accelerated, leaving Pippen to only see a blur pass by.

By the time he chased back, Grant Hill had already passed to Shaq facing Big Ben’s help defense, and Shaq easily slammed it with both hands, effortlessly breaking through the Hawks’ defensive formation!

Pippen was instantly drenched in sweat.

The game had just gone one round, of course, he wasn’t tired.