Champion Creed
Chapter 844 - 844 281 This is a script that other teams cannot resist asking for monthly votes!_5

844: 281: This is a script that other teams cannot resist (asking for monthly votes!)_5 844: 281: This is a script that other teams cannot resist (asking for monthly votes!)_5 The Spurs had no answer to this, as David Robinson and Duncan couldn’t expand their defensive coverage because Shaq was still inside.

Duncan’s 40 points didn’t help the team win, nor did it help the team lose by any less, as the Spurs still lost by 11 points.

In the following Game 3 and Game 4, the Spurs were utterly slaughtered.

In Game 3, the Lakers boldly completely let go of David Robinson’s mid-range, double-teaming Duncan, forcing him to play perhaps the ugliest playoff game of his career—3 for 14, scoring only 9 points.

Even though David Robinson scored 24 points with precise mid-range shooting, it still couldn’t prevent the Spurs from a 39-point blowout loss.

Now, the Spurs were a team belonging to Duncan.

If he couldn’t perform, any excellent performance from others was in vain.

By Game 4, the Spurs had lost their desire to win, and the Lakers effortlessly won by 35 points, completing a sweep.

In the end, the Los Angeles people raised the Western Conference champion trophy with an exhilarating demeanor!

In the four Western Conference finals games, Kobe averaged 33 points, 7 rebounds, and 7 assists.

It’s as if this performance was to announce to the world that he was ready!

Ready to trample Roger underfoot!

Even O’Neal boasted about Kobe: “Kobe is my idol, way better than any other guards in the league!”

Hmm, especially with that last sentence, O’Neal seemed more to be dissing Roger rather than praising Kobe.

After the game ended, the Lakers held a small celebration in the locker room for the Western Conference champion trophy.

Players splashed water at each other, laughing wildly.

O’Neal performed his impromptu rap in the center of the locker room.

Most of the lyrics Shaq said were actually quite messy and didn’t rhyme.

The only line Grant Hill remembered clearly was: “Roger’s about to tell me what my ass tastes like!”

In the harmonious atmosphere, Grant Hill couldn’t find Kobe’s shadow.

Kobe often showed his unapproachable side at such times, something most Lakers players were used to.

But Grant Hill felt that Kobe should also share in this moment’s joy.

As the bridge between Kobe and Shaq, Hill felt it was his responsibility to bring Kobe in.

He began searching through the locker room and finally found the young man in a corner.

At this moment, Kobe was holding the small Western Conference champion trophy, with an indifferent expression, manipulating his phone, as if texting someone, drastically out of tune with the joyous surroundings.

Grant Hill, being perceptive, could somewhat guess why Kobe wasn’t happy.

This season, Kobe had been brilliant on the basketball court, but off the court, he encountered a family breakup.

His playoff performance was dazzling, yet his father hadn’t come to watch any of his games during the entire playoffs.

A few months ago, the last thing his father said to him was: “From the moment you decided to marry her, your life was just your own, and it has nothing to do with us anymore!”

Therefore, only 12 people attended Kobe’s wedding, with half of them being bodyguards, and the rest all from the bride’s side.

He didn’t invite any teammates because he felt that if even his family didn’t want to bless his marriage, then so be it.

Kobe didn’t know why it had come to this.

He bought his parents a 3 million US Dollar mansion, gave them 10 million for investment, and even put a clause in his Adidas shoe contract saying: “Joe Bryant can receive an additional $150,000 each year.”

Yet, just because he wanted to marry a Latina, his parents decided to break away from him.

Yes, even the despised Brother Ni had their own chain of disdain.

In their eyes, Latinos were the lowest of the low, the bottom rung of the disdain chain.

They wanted Kobe to marry a white or black girl, but Kobe’s stubbornness made him determined to marry that Mexican girl no matter what.

Before tonight’s game, Kobe’s mother tried to ease the tension between father and son.

She asked Kobe for two tickets, saying she would bring her husband to watch Kobe’s game, hoping to break the ice this way.

But by the end of the game, Grant Hill only saw Kobe’s mother hugging him.

This meant his father still didn’t show up.

This was probably why Kobe was so troubled.

Grant Hill walked over to Kobe and sat down beside him.

He didn’t want Kobe to be influenced by such negative emotions, so he decided to console him.

Kobe glanced at Hill, said nothing, just quickly put away his phone.

Hill put his arm around Kobe’s shoulder, and Kobe didn’t mind Grant Hill’s affectionate gesture.

He didn’t dislike Grant Hill, in fact, Grant Hill was the first teammate to enter his house.

Because Kobe liked his selflessness, he also trusted his character.

Most importantly, Grant Hill wasn’t like Shaq, always treating him like a little brother.

“Buddy, your father must be busy with his own things.

I believe he’s concerned about your game as well; after all, you are his son.

Don’t think too much, and let’s celebrate the victory together with everyone.”

“Why bring up that bastard?” Kobe’s tone carried a hint of smile.

“He didn’t come today, and you are upset about it, aren’t you?”

“If he didn’t come, then he didn’t come; I don’t want to see him either.

When I got married, my parents and sister were no longer the most important people; my wife and child are.

He can come if he wants, if not, whatever, I don’t care.” Kobe’s tone was resolute, as if he had truly decided to sever ties with the family he lived with for over two decades.