Champion Creed
Chapter 808 - 808 272 Fear is the worst thing Requesting monthly votes!

808: 272: Fear is the worst thing (Requesting monthly votes!) 808: 272: Fear is the worst thing (Requesting monthly votes!) “Jeff, after two months with the Hawks, what do you think of Roger?”

“We are family, I have a family-like chemistry with Roger!”

“But in Salt Lake City, you said more than once that Roger was a bastard.”

“You know, back then, I was still too young.”

Watching Jeff Hornacek being interviewed, Pete Babcock shook his head.

Can you believe that when we initially recruited Hornacek, his biggest concern was being bullied by Roger?

But look now, see how much Hornacek is enjoying himself!

Hornacek was indeed worried before, after all, Roger’s reputation hadn’t been great.

Let’s not talk about his legendary acts with the Bulls, his conflicts with Shaq in Orlando were even more well-known.

In Atlanta, he made the nice guy Steve Smith eager to get out of there.

Top superstars like them have big tempers, and when Hornacek played for the Jazz Team, he always felt that Roger didn’t even know how to spell “respect.”

Roger would humiliate his opponents with the most ruthless techniques, his mouth was even fiercer than Paul Pierce in last season’s finals.

But now, Hornacek finds that Roger’s image in his mind has completely changed.

He is simply a mature leader, a trustworthy partner, a respectable person!

Hornacek doesn’t know why the same person’s image in his mind has such a huge contrast.

Maybe it’s because Roger has enough double standards?

Being his opponent and being his teammate are totally different things.

But actually, it’s not just the change of identity, Roger, who is almost 25 in six months, has matured more, and he himself has changed a lot over the years.

He no longer oppresses his teammates like a fascist thug, no longer yells at them unnecessarily.

Roger still has prestige, still strict, but he treats different people in different ways.

Steve Smith’s departure and Paul Pierce’s joining taught Roger a lot, turning him from a very skilled boy into a real man who controls the locker room.

If Michael Reed appeared in the Atlanta Hawks lineup three years ago, he would definitely never make it, because Roger would destroy his confidence.

But now?

Roger would train with him, give him encouragement.

Of course, it’s not that Roger has become gentle, he still gets angry with teammates, still has strict requirements.

But now he can balance it well.

He won’t make teammates feel too suffocated, nor will he act like a pushover.

And Roger skillfully plays the good cop, bad cop game with Lenny Wilkens, using an invisible big hand to push the teammates forward.

The only thing unchanged is that deep inside Roger, he still craves victory, even though he already wears five rings on his fingers.

He can more firmly control the team, and as always, pursue victory.

That’s why he is invincible, that’s why he took down the Lakers’ Big Three.

After the game, returning to the locker room, Roger leaned back in the chair, not wanting to move at all.

He was too exhausted, played for 45 minutes, and almost no idle periods in those 45 minutes.

Those who often stick it out for so long know that even if your stamina is still abundant and you don’t collapse, your muscles will start to ache.

Roger continued to rest on the bench, didn’t attend the celebration party organized by Pierce, and politely declined Jeff Hornacek’s dinner invitation.

He’s not Kobe, always keeping teammates at arm’s length.

Roger was just too tired, didn’t want to go anywhere.

Slowly, there were fewer and fewer people in the locker room until only Roger and Lenny Wilkens, who was still entangled by reporters, remained.

At that moment, Roger received a text message from Kobe.

“Next time I’ll throw a nail that pierces through your palm!!!”

Just from those three exclamation marks, Roger could tell how frustrated Kobe was.

Just thinking about Kobe being all worked up made Roger’s mood incredibly good.

“You better pierce my heart, even if the nail goes through my palm, I’d pull it out and smack you with it.”

“Fvck you!

Merry Christmas, bastard!”

“Merry Christmas, and by the way, tell your dear brother Shaq, once Christmas is over, it’s New Year, which means he’s delayed paying for my Ferrari rims for another year.

If this continues, I’m really going to call the cops.”

After a brief chat, Lenny Wilkens pushed the door open and walked into the locker room, looking a bit surprised when he saw Roger: “Savior, are you planning to live here?

Or have you planned with your supermodel girlfriend to experience everything Magic did at the Great Western Forum?”

Roger waved his hand: “I don’t want to dirty your desk, just taking a break, tonight was really exhausting.

Hey, haven’t anyone ever told you that you’re harsher on me than Larry Brown was on AI?”

Roger teased Larry Brown, who often let AI play the full game.

“Hahaha, be thankful, Roger, your tonight was just AI’s everyday routine.”

“Don’t say that, I’m already starting to feel sorry for him.

Poor AI, how did he end up with Larry Brown.”

“Need me to drive you home?”

“No, Lenny, I’ll rest a bit more and get back myself.”

“Okay, drive safely.

Oh, by the way, Roger, you owe me 5000 US Dollars.”

“When?”

“Just now, this time you were really wrong.

That Michael Reed guy, he’s just not cut out for this.” Lenny Wilkens thought of Reed’s timid performance and three brick shots on such an important night, and his blood pressure soared instantly.