Champion Creed
Chapter 852 - 852 284 Even many years later this sound will still resonate in history Vote for the monthly ticket!

852: 284: Even many years later, this sound will still resonate in history (Vote for the monthly ticket!) 852: 284: Even many years later, this sound will still resonate in history (Vote for the monthly ticket!) Jeff Hornacek’s family was right there in the stands, watching as her husband, her father, struggled in agony on the floor, screaming, and then pounding the floor.

Hornacek had been injured before, but this was the first time his family experienced the fear that comes with an injury.

They didn’t know what was happening, because the man always said: “Don’t worry, the team doctor gives us full body check-ups every week, I’m as healthy as a grown German Doberman.”

So what really went wrong?

Why did a healthy man, after being knocked down and twisting his knee, lie on the ground painfully writhing like a tortured animal?

Stacy nearly rushed onto the stands but was stopped by the on-site security personnel.

Her good upbringing kept her from hysterically shouting, but her tears were already flowing down her cheeks.

Hornacek stood up with the help of the team doctor, he first looked at his family and managed to squeeze out a barely passable smile, giving a thumbs-up.

Then he looked at Roger and repeated the phrase: “Two minutes, give me two minutes!”

After saying this, he was escorted into the player’s passage.

After entering the player’s passage, Jeff Hornacek waved his hand: “Let go of me, I think if I rest for a bit, I should be fine.

Actually, I think I feel much better now.”

“No Jeff, we have to send you to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up.” Chief team doctor Chech Lane obstructed.

“Let go!!!”

Jeff Hornacek had always been a nice guy, he hadn’t completely lied to his wife over the phone, because he indeed patiently helped Michael Reed, sharing the wisdom of running without the ball.

He was willing to help anyone who needed assistance, was kind to everyone, and prepared small cakes for every staff member at Christmas.

This was the first time he snapped at the staff, and in his entire life such occurrences likely didn’t exceed three times.

But it was understandable, the last time this man was so impatient and anxious might have been at the delivery room’s door.

He longed for the finals, longed to personally stand on the podium.

A fifteen-year career, he just wanted to win once!

He gave up traveling the world, gave up enjoying life with his family, accepted being a substitute, accepted a smaller role…

For the championship, he didn’t care about anything, he did everything within his power.

He feared that after doing so much, he would still lose the chance to stand on the podium.

Moreover, he promised Roger he would be back in two minutes, he said he would assist Roger in building a dynasty.

A real man should not take promises lightly.

Therefore his emotions were incredibly intense now, like he became a whole different person.

Everyone was frightened, they gradually released Hornacek.

Hornacek leaned against the wall and did several leg raises.

The left leg was fine, but the right leg struggled to exert force, and any movement brought unbearable pain.

Jeff Hornacek broke out in a cold sweat instantly, as a professional player, he sensed that this situation was not good.

After moving around a bit, Hornacek turned to look at the Hawks’ chief team doctor Chech Lane.

“Chekh, can draining fluid relieve it?”

He knew the answer but, like many desperate people, Hornacek was praying for a miraculous answer.

Chech Lane witnessed Scottie Pippen in the locker room using high-intensity electrotherapy to relieve back pain, just to keep fighting in the finals.

He knew well the determination of these people, in the face of finals and championship, no matter what they were usually like, each would transform into a hungry beast.

But this time, it’s not a matter of determination; Jeff Hornacek’s situation isn’t that simple.

The white-haired German doctor shook his head: “We just drained fluid not long ago, Jeff, so that’s not the reason.

We need to do a full body check, before that…”

Chekh paused, cursing silently in his heart.

No one ever told him that a sports medicine doctor has to do such cruel things: often ending a player’s dreams.

“…Before that, you’re temporarily out, Jeff.

We have to see if there is a problem with your knee ligament, regardless, I believe your season needs to end early, sorry buddy, but that’s the truth.”

Jeff Hornacek’s gaze was initially incredulous, then brimming with anger, and finally turned to helplessness and despair.

He didn’t receive the miraculous answer, but instead got the worst possible one.

Right now, game five of the finals, the most critical match, as the team looked poised to clinch it in six games, his dreams were about to come true.

The doctor told him everything was over.

No cliché comeback, dominating the competition.

No cliche carrying the weight to turn the tide.

Chech Lane sentenced Hornacek’s season to death; with his current condition, he didn’t even qualify to play injured.

This was a punch to the heart.

Jeff Hornacek turned back, looked at the still bustling court, then at the empty player passage.

The stark contrast made him punch the wall, followed by a series of expletive-filled curses starting with ‘F’.

Someone wanted to stop him, but Chech Lane waved his hand.

At least for now, let the man vent a little.

Injury certainly could completely knock an athlete from heaven to hell, whether it made DeMarcus Cousins, once a top five center in the league, play 3-on-3 basketball in China, or shattered Hornacek’s championship dream at this moment.