Champions Creed

Chapter 301: 300: He fell asleep just one second after I took my eyes off him! ? (Vote for me!)

Twenty years later, fans will argue over the question of "who is the best player in history".

Is it the offseason Ben Simmons? Is it the uninjured Greg Oden? Is it the 196-cm Chris Paul? Or is it LeBron who can build a dynasty with scattered crowns?
This will be an enduring topic.

But at least in the hearts of Atlanta fans now, there is only one candidate for the best player in history, and there is no need for debate at all.

Roger's powerful singles widened the gap to 11 points, which was an extremely exciting goal for Atlanta fans.

Over the past half month, the Detroit Pistons have taken the league by storm with their terrifying defense.

They first defeated the Hawks, and then added the powerful Rasheed Wallace on this basis, turning a team that was not paid attention to before the season into a team that everyone paid attention to.

But just when their dominance reached its peak, Roger led the Atlanta Hawks to prove tonight that they still hold control of the league.

If this is compared to a boxing match, then the Eagle is like the opponent who is taking advantage of the victory and can only protect his head with both hands, and suddenly hits a counterattack without any warning, reminding the world: "Hey asshole, the game is not fucking over yet!"

The Eagles fans were so excited not only because the Eagles were leading by 11 points. Leading by 11 points before the end of the third quarter did not mean that the Eagles would definitely have the last laugh.

The reason why everyone was excited was that the Pistons were completely unable to limit Roger in the second half.

This means the Eagles' lead is sustainable.

The so-called tight defense that ushered in the "dark defensive era" became a complete joke in front of Roger's V-shaped pick-and-roll.

And just now, even without a V-shaped pick-and-roll, Roger still hit Artest, which was even more of Wang's contempt for the so-called ultimate defense.

Here's another question: What if the Hawks had Hakeem Olajuwon today?
If Olajuwon had not been injured, the Hawks' center position would have been able to continue to provide space, allowing the V-shaped pick-and-roll to continue. In this way, the Hawks would have gained a greater advantage.

All of this makes Atlanta fans firmly believe that the Detroit Pistons will not be a problem!

Ron Artest is probably the most ashamed person on the court right now. As the main defender of Roger, he should bear most of the responsibility for the Pistons' defensive failure.

He couldn't get around screens quickly, he couldn't force Roger to miss shots, and he even allowed Roger to beat him in one-on-one situations.

The most important thing was that he made that bastard smile contemptuously again and again.

All these stimulated Artest's self-esteem.

His mind is in a mess now, and he only wants to do one thing, which is to fight back!
This is an instinct he developed as a child in Queens.

In fact, Artest was not the only one who felt unhappy at this time.

All the players on the Detroit Pistons are extremely annoyed. So far this season, their defense has been tormenting their opponents all the time.

Kevin Garnett was once blocked to the point where he couldn't score, Tim Duncan looked clumsy under the Pistons' defense, and the OK combination also struggled in the Pistons' meat grinder defense.

They have become accustomed to solving all problems with their strong defense, and are accustomed to the expressions of opposing stars who are made to question their lives by being defended.

But today, they were unable to restrict Roger in any way, which made them feel extremely frustrated.

Not only that.

Richard Hamilton was fed up with Paul Pierce's incessant trash talk. He wondered if that idiot was born to pour shit into other people's heads.

Rasheed Wallace was also fed up with Shawn Marion. That ugly guy was always moving around on defense, limiting his ability to receive the ball and leaving him with a lot of strength but nowhere to use it.

The Pistons' bench players have been enduring provocations from Atlanta fans.

"Go home, Detroit losers!"

"Look at the score difference, your rule is a joke!"

"No one can catch an eagle in flight, not even you losers!"

"Just guard against Roger, just guard against Roger, you can't do anything to him!"

"Except for Ben Wallace, you are all unwanted trash players!"

The restless atmosphere at the scene, the strong sense of frustration brought about by consecutive defensive failures and the 11-point score difference, all of these made the Pistons players extremely irritable.

But the game has to go on, and the Detroit Pistons will have to look for opportunities to close the score on the offensive end.

But their efforts were in vain due to Roger's steal.

In this attack, Steve Kerr's pass to Hamilton was directly intercepted by Roger. This is why there are no players who only play off-ball offense among the greatest super scorers in NBA history.

It is difficult to maintain production purely without the ball, because your offense has one more step of "get rid of-catch the ball" than others. On the offensive end, the more complicated the steps are, the more difficult it is to execute efficiently.

Yes, Richard Hamilton is the Pistons' top scorer. But in the final analysis, the Pistons are a team that relies on defense for survival.

At the moment Roger completed the steal, most of the Eagles players had already rushed across half court.

Immediately pushing the seven-second offense after a turnover is something that has been written into the DNA of the Hawks players.

This time Roger quickly passed the ball to Marion. Unless Rasheed Wallace committed a foul, it would be impossible for him to catch up with the hacker.

It looked like this shot would allow the Hawks to extend their lead to 13 points.

But just as Marion was about to accelerate with the ball, Rasheed Wallace grabbed his arm from behind!
Because Marion was rushing forward with all his strength when he was grabbed, the huge impact force suddenly pulled Marion's shoulder.

He covered his shoulder in pain, then turned around and punched Rasheed Wallace.

Marion knew very well that this was a flagrant foul that could cause injury to his arm or shoulder, and he absolutely could not tolerate such a thing.

Although Marion's punch did not hit Rasheed Wallace, the heated atmosphere of the game continued to heat up during this conflict.

Players from both teams crowded together, pushing and shouting at each other.

"If you keep being so dirty, I promise to make you bleed!"

"Hey, don't just talk, I can take care of you with one hand! Hey, you've been stabbed 13 times, why are you so arrogant? Do you want to create another glory and be stabbed 14 times?"

"If your strength is as great as you boast, you should be ahead now, right?"

"Get away and don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

Not only the players from both teams, but even the coaches of both teams were adding fuel to the fire.

Lenny Wilkens walked up to the referee and slammed the technical table: "That move might have hurt Sean's arm. Damn it, you should have sent that bastard off directly!"

Rick Carlisle said sarcastically, "Oh, sent off? By this standard, the Eagles will be penalized so badly that they won't have enough players to play."

"Shut up, rookie coach. Why don't you go back to Indianapolis and continue licking Larry Bird's stinky feet? You won a championship with him, and got an assistant coach position because of him. After leaving the arms of 'Mom', who do you think you are? Go back and give Larry a good back massage!"

"I'm sorry, I know you like to lick Roger's stinky feet, but don't impose your fetish on others."

The fans were shouting, the coaches were arguing, the players were crowded together, pulling and pushing each other, and the whole scene was in chaos.

Several referees blew their whistles hastily, ending the conflict with a tough attitude: "Behave yourself, don't force me to send you all off, don't force me to give you a technical foul!"

In the end, Rasheed Wallace received a technical foul and continued to lead in this regard.

The Hawks got two free throws and Marion made both free throws, extending the lead to 13 points. If the Hawks scored again, the lead would be 15 points.

The Detroit Pistons players would never let that happen.

So this time, when Pierce broke through Hamilton, the long-distance runner deliberately charged his elbow and hit Pierce in the chest.

Pierce simply stopped attacking and threw the ball directly at Hamilton's head.

The two men were entangled in a tense situation. Roger was the first to step forward and grabbed their collars to separate them.

As the team leader, Roger felt that he needed to express his attitude now.

When Artest saw Roger grabbing Hamilton's collar, it was as if some mechanism was triggered. He suddenly rushed up and pushed Roger away with both hands.

"Don't force me to teach you a lesson!" Artest's eyes were wide open, and he seemed to have been waiting for such an opportunity to stir up trouble.

The voice in his head grew louder.

"Fight back, fight back!"

"Ron, I gave you a chance in the player tunnel, don't forget it." Roger poked Artest's forehead with his hand.

Artest slapped Roger's hand away and said, "No, I'm giving you a chance. If you touch one of our people again, I promise to put you to sleep on the spot, you weakling who can only rely on shielding!"

"You can come and try. The whole world knows that you are a softie who will just lie on the sidelines and seek protection after being beaten."

"Damn it, I'm going to make you shut up!"

Artest pressed forward, but the referee's timely intervention calmed everything down.

Although Lenny Wilkens was also very angry, he still called a timeout and tried to ease the situation.

But someone on the bench was more excited than the players on the field.

Stephen Jackson kept yelling, "We gotta go kill them, damn, look what they did!? We gotta go kill them!"

Hornacek, dressed in a suit, tried to calm everyone down: "Don't be affected by those bastards. They are just desperate to pick a fight. Let's do what we should do and leave here. That's it!"

"If you want to fight, let them come! I've long been annoyed by these blue-clad bastards who are always physically aggressive!" Kurt Thomas rubbed his hands together.

The Pistons were just as lively. Even Michael Curry, the captain of the Pistons chosen by Joe Dumars, took off his training uniform: "We can't let others bully us. Losing is one thing, but being bullied to the point of losing dignity is another!"

Michael Curry's position in the Pistons is similar to Haslem of the Heat in the future. He does not have a brilliant career resume, nor is he a big star, but he is a person with great leadership qualities.

At this moment, as an old-school player, he will definitely not give in.

As a result, the situation did not ease.

This pause actually made both sides hold their breath. They were like two lovers who had checked into a hotel room and were just waiting for a breaking point.

After the game resumed, the Hawks' offense ended with Michael Reed missing a shot.

Artest was attacking with the ball, and he deliberately bumped into Roger's defense, elbowed Roger hard, and then missed the jump shot. Roger was not to be outdone, and when he was blocking, he raised his elbow and hit Artest's lips.

Atai's mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of blood, and his little bit of rationality was about to burn out under the catalysis of the bloody smell.

Andre Patterson shook off Rasheed Wallace's hand that was grabbing his shoulder, grabbed the rebound, and passed the ball to Roger.

Roger fought back quickly, knowing that if he could just score a few more points and send the game into garbage time, it would all be over.

At that time, no matter how unhappy these Detroit bastards are, they will have to accept the fact of failure.

Roger dribbled the ball and Artest chased Roger and tried to steal the ball. However, because he was too impatient, Artest's attempt was too reckless and Roger easily avoided it by changing his hands under his crotch.

After passing Artest, Roger looked back again, shaking his head and laughing at Artest's incompetence.

Artest attacked Roger again, but this time he did not defend closely or steal the ball.

He could no longer hear the noise around him. There was only one voice in his mind: "Fight back! Fight back! Kill this bastard who dared to humiliate you again and again!"

Artest rushed towards Roger with all his strength, then lowered his shoulder and knocked Roger out directly!

Roger only felt a huge impact force that almost broke his bones, and then his whole body flew into the air, lost weight in an instant, and fell heavily to the ground.

Because of the inertia caused by the huge force, Roger slid on the floor for several meters before stopping.

The referee blew the whistle, and after knocking Roger away, Artest did not spread his hands, but continued to rush towards Roger like a mad bull.

His emotions had just been completely out of control, and now he was going to do something he had done countless times before.

When he was in high school, he beat up his opponent because he scored too many points. Similar things have continued to happen throughout his basketball career.

From high school to college to the NBA, Artest has never controlled his emotions.

Tonight was no less uncontrollable.

"Dammit, stop him!"

"God! That guy is crazy, don't let him get near Roger!"

"Ron's still charging forward! He's going to kill Atlanta's savior!"

The fans, commentators and coaches all roared in fear. If knocking down Roger was just a normal conflict, then when he bumped into Roger and continued to rush towards Roger like a hunting beast, everyone in the audience realized that things were out of control.

Most conflicts in the NBA are just a brief fight, but at this time Ron Artest really wants to tear Roger to pieces!
The crowd quickly moved towards the two men. Andre Patterson tried to hold Artest, but was hit on the head by Rasheed Wallace's raised fist from the side.

Artest's knockdown of Roger was the fuse that completely exploded the atmosphere that had already been filled with gunpowder.

The two teams immediately started fighting each other, and Artest was not stopped and continued to rush towards Roger.

At this moment, he had a strong sense of relief. This damn bastard No. 14 could finally no longer show that contemptuous smile!
Fear! Bleed!
Roger stood up immediately. Players from both teams gathered towards Roger and Artest, but they definitely couldn't get there before Artest pounced on them.

There will inevitably be a head-on confrontation between Roger and Artest.

Artest approached Roger at a very fast speed, but his heart, which had just felt happy, was immediately consumed by anger again.

Because he saw Roger's arrogant posture and contemptuous smile again!
The reason why Artest suddenly had an emotional outburst was actually because he was too anxious to lose.

He hopes to make up for the frustration of losing in other ways.

And fighting is the first way that the grandson and son of a boxer can think of.

He hoped to regain the dignity he lost in the game in this way, but Roger's contemptuous smile once again made him lose face.

That bastard, how could he still laugh! ?
I will beat you until you can’t laugh anymore!
Roger got into position, looking at Artest who was getting closer and closer, and was ready to go.

He wanted to throw a precise counter punch, which was the most lethal of all boxing techniques. When the force of the punch collided with the force of Artest's rush, it was enough to put your opponent to sleep on the spot.

Artest rushed to Roger and punched him angrily. The anger completely occupied his brain, so much so that he paid no attention to protecting his head.

In other words, he didn't expect that someone in the NBA would seriously consider using boxing strategies against him.

Roger tilted his head slightly when Artest swung his fist, lowering his left center of gravity. A gust of wind passed by Roger's head, and that was Artest's fist that was close at hand. If Roger had dodged half a second slower, he would be the one lying on the ground now.

Throwing a counter punch is just like throwing a finishing throw, it is an art of living on the edge of a knife. Either I take your punch, or you get knocked down by me.

However, for Roger, who has insisted on hiring a professional boxing coach to teach him boxing since he entered the league in 1993, he is obviously more confident in this kind of extreme fight.

Personal hobbies can sometimes play a key role.

After dodging Artest's fist, Roger used his waist and abdomen to drive his arms and swung out with all his strength his right fist, hitting Artest's head as he rushed up.

Then, with the help of the force of turning, he immediately hit Artest's head with his left fist like a cannonball for the second time.

The people who caught up only heard two crisp "bang" sounds, as if the elephant was hit by a shotgun!
Artest's head moved backwards noticeably twice, and the fist created a cloud of sweat on his head.

Then this guy, who was as strong as an ox, collapsed to the ground!
Everyone around was stunned. The last time someone was beaten so badly by a punch in an NBA game was Rudy Tomjanovich in 1978.

Artest lay on the ground, his eyes full of stars and a bunch of little question marks.

What happened just now?
How come I lost even more easily than playing ball?

His dignity was completely shattered at that moment because he had been completely defeated by Roger.

If possible, he really hoped that he would never have to wake up and face such shame again.

The last person that caught Artest's eye was Roger, who smiled contemptuously, "Good night, useless Ron."

After that, Atai’s eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Ben, who was originally chasing Artest, saw his teammate lying on the ground and covered his forehead.

I've said it all, I'm not protecting Roger.

I'm protecting you, idiot!

The people chasing him were frightened by A Tai's appearance and stood there in a daze.

"Damn it, why isn't he moving?"

"Shit, is he still breathing?"

"What happened? He fell asleep just after I took my eyes off him for a second!?"

Artest's speed was indeed beyond people's expectations. He was shouting so loudly before, but he became quiet at the beginning.

Ben, who had wanted to check on Atai, saw a dark shadow rushing past him. He felt a chill on his spine and frantically reminded those who were still in shock: "Damn it, stop him, quick!"

After dealing with Artest, Roger ran to another battlefield because he saw his teammates were in danger.

The battle wasn't over yet, but the Hawks and Pistons players had already lost control and all entered the "I'm going to fucking kill you" mode.

Everyone scuffled, but the Pistons gradually gained the upper hand.

Stephen Jackson fought fiercely with Rasheed Wallace, but Rasheed Wallace's 230-centimeter long arms allowed him to hit Stephen Jackson's face repeatedly while protecting himself from attack.

No one knows how Stephen Jackson got involved in this matter. He is the hardest-working Hawks player now, but he was not there when the conflict in the player tunnel occurred, and he was not there when the conflict just now occurred.

Logically, he was the last person to be drawn into a conflict.

At first, Andre Patterson also thought that Stephen Jackson came to stop the fight, but when he rushed up, instead of pulling anyone away, he jumped up and kicked him.

At that moment, Patterson couldn't help but smile. What a group of friendly teammates!
But Andre Patterson couldn't laugh now because he was having a neck-wrestling match with Pistons captain Michael Curry.

Then, Roger joined the fight.

He rushed into the crowd and punched Rasheed Wallace in the head. However, due to a shove, Roger's fist missed and landed on the shoulder of Roaring Lord.

However, Stephen Jackson broke free from the suppression of those long arms. He took two steps, jumped up and directly knocked Rasheed Wallace down.

Roger then grabbed Michael Curry around the waist and knocked the Pistons captain to the ground.

After punching him twice, Roger looked at Richard Hamilton who picked up the bench.

Hamilton glanced at Artest who was already asleep, the suppressed captain, and Roaring God, and immediately loosened the bench, instantly transformed into a peacemaker and began to break up the fight: "You guys calm down like me!"

Steve Jones exclaimed: "Roger turned the game around just like he does in basketball!"

Roger did turn the tide as he quickly took out Artest and joined the fight, tipping the balance of the brawl.

But turning the situation around is not the point. Steve Jones realized that he might be witnessing the largest, most chaotic and bloodiest brawl in the NBA in the 21st century!

Gradually, the Hawks gained the upper hand, and Michael Curry was dragged out by his teammates during the beating, his jersey torn into pieces.

Rasheed Wallace, with a big gash on his eyebrow, was pulled away by his teammates, but he was unwilling to suffer such a loss, so he grabbed Atkins' neck beside him, just like the smiling assassin who grabbed his coach in 1989.

"Let me go, let me fight them! Damn it, it's not over yet, it's not over yet!"

Rasheed Wallace looked more like a man of impotent rage. After all, apart from Artest, he was the one who was beaten the worst today.

Stephen Jackson in the distance laughed deliberately: "Come on, big guy, did you see that bastard who's already asleep? If you keep hitting him, that's what's going to happen to you!"

Roger, who reversed all this, squeezed to the front of the crowd. Today, he shattered the rule of the "Dark Defense Era" with his own hands and smashed the sign of the New Bad Boys Legion with his fists.

Hornacek and Dameng held Roger tightly, but Roger had no intention of continuing to rush forward. He came to declare victory.

Roger, who was standing at the front, crossed his arms, raised his head, and looked down at the group of people with a look of rubbish:
"Go away, you poor losers. No matter how you fight, this is your pathetic end at the Philips Arena!"

Steve Jones behind the commentary desk swallowed.

This is what we call ruling!

(End of this chapter)