Champion Creed
Chapter 985: 321: This won't be the craziest time (asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Chapter 985: 321: This won’t be the craziest time (asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Considering the results of today’s game and his current reaction, Roger originally wanted to let him rest and switch someone else in.

You never know what questions those shameless bastards at the press conference might ask.

Like: Amar’e, was it more comfortable under Shaq’s crotch or under your girlfriend’s crotch?

Honestly, Amare has suffered enough torment on the court, there’s no need for him to be tortured again at the press conference.

But after noticing Roger was staring at him, the originally dazed Stoudemire immediately took out that unbelievably old Magic No. 14 jersey from the locker: “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you want to wear that? You’re a Warrior player, Boki won’t be pleased.” Roger reminded him.

Historically, has anyone ever appeared in public wearing another team’s jersey? Well, Kobe Bryant during his showdown with the Lakers. During that period, he would wander around every day in a Bulls jersey just to provoke the Lakers management, truly a scoundrel’s behavior.

But Amar’e smiled: “No problem, Boki is busy chatting with America’s darlings about his luxury yacht, he won’t care what jersey I’m wearing. Besides, if this Magic jersey is also worn by Bay Area King, I think there won’t be any issue.”

Arriving at the press conference, Roger was already accustomed to the flashing lights.

He sat down casually, pulled the microphone fixed on the table into his hand, and then lazily leaned back in his chair.

It’s been his habit for years at press conferences.

Then Roger moved the Pepsi off the table because he’s a spokesperson for Coca Cola, can’t share the frame with competitors.

After smoothly handling all this, Roger held the microphone close to his mouth: “Let’s start.”

“Roger, it was a tough game, yet an exciting victory. How would you evaluate tonight’s win?”

“How would I evaluate it? An indisputable victory. When you see me and Shaq on the playoff roster, deep down you already know everything, including the final outcome.”

“Still can’t forgive Shaq, huh? You’ve been apart for six years. When you separated, my son was an angel, now he’s a true little devil.” The journalist’s question filled the room with laughter.

“There’s no issue of forgiveness or not. I’m just always competing. As for your son, maybe you and your partner should consider having a new child.”

The lively atmosphere stopped here because the reporters then turned their focus on Amar’e Stoudemire, with very sharp questions.

“Amar’e, you said earlier you stayed up late studying Shaq’s game footage and summarized ways to defend him. Apparently, tonight you did fairly well, at least didn’t let Shaq break his career-high scoring record.”

Roger cursed silently, knowing these journalists wouldn’t let Amare off the hook.

He wondered if such sarcasm might affect Amar’e’s confidence.

But Amare did not let it break him, nor did he go into a daze as he did earlier. Instead, he quickly picked up the microphone, smiling.

“I couldn’t defend him at all tonight. Shaq’s dominance is scarier than you can imagine. But I’ll keep trying; if a year’s effort isn’t enough, then I’ll add another summer. No matter what, I won’t back down. Why not? Why can’t I do it? Can’t I become the best defender in the league? I don’t see why not.”

The reporters below all burst into laughter, as though watching a clown perform the world’s funniest act.

Facing everyone’s ridicule, Stoudemire shrugged: “I know what you’re thinking, but Roger and I are the audience here, you all are the clowns!”

With those words, the laughter below became even more rampant.

This was a moment of immense awkwardness, when the serious words you speak are considered merely jokes by others, equivalent to your dignity being trampled.

Those mocking laughs meant the listeners completely have no respect for you.

Hubie Brown was somewhat angered, firmly slammed the table: “Gentlemen, we’re not children anymore, should understand how to respect people, right?”

Under Hubie Brown’s rebuke, the reporters gradually quieted down.

Yet Stoudemire didn’t evade or bow down but scanned every reporter with blazing eyes.

Roger turned and looked at Stoudemire wearing his No. 14 jersey, amazed at the change in this guy.

Roger’s arrival altered many things, changed many people, transformed quite a bit of history.

But perhaps the most revolutionary change was seen in Amar’e Stoudemire.

This guy who originally, throughout his whole life was disinterested in defense, is now filled with passion for it, even though he continuously suffers setbacks.

Roger originally thought this game would depress Amar’e for a while, just like Paul Pierce in the Eastern Conference finals Game 7, just like Michael Reed who messed up everything after barely getting a chance to play.

But the repetitive storyline did not occur, Amar’e Stoudemire didn’t need anyone’s comfort, didn’t need any bowl of chicken soup.

There seemed to be some sort of force within him, supporting him, allowing him to regroup time and again.

If Amar’e was just a bragging fool, then Roger might just join the reporters in mocking him.

But crucially, Roger personally witnessed how hard this guy has worked.

He’s not boasting, he is not a clown, he is a doer.