Champions Creed

Chapter 331 330: Gary, you can't even beg for food! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Kareem Jabbar was unfortunate, a man whose career was full of black humor.

Few people know which day and which game was the greatest moment of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's career. It was the decisive battle of the 1980 Finals. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar sprained his ankle in the final moments of the third quarter. After he left the court, the Lakers were leaderless and played in a mess. The well-known rookie FMVP Magic Johnson was actually at a loss in Game 5, shooting 14 of 3.

The 76ers, led by Dr. J, quickly established an advantage and were on the verge of getting the match point.

In the locker room, Pat Riley, the old farmer, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar himself wanted to get a shot to seal the injury and play, but the team doctor insisted not to allow it because he knew it would completely ruin Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's career. He even said to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar the truth that only the GOAT could understand: "Kareem, this is just basketball!"

But Kareem Abdul-Jabbar was not so aware after all. He eventually took a painkiller and played with the injury. He led the Lakers to reverse the game when they were trailing by as many as 6 points in the last 11 minutes. In the end, he scored 40 points, 15 rebounds and 4 blocks to win the crucial decisive battle. This was undoubtedly the greatest game in Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's career.

But in the era when the NBA was not fully broadcast live, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's amazing game was not broadcast live. Except for the fans who watched the game on site, most people had no idea what happened that night.

The most humorous part is that two days later, the legendary game in which Magic played the fifth position and scored 42+15+7 was broadcast live on TV. All fans in the United States saw Magic's magical performance. That game also made Magic the rookie FMVP and a real super-popular superstar, and made people completely ignore Kareem Abdul-Jabbar in Game 5.

贾巴尔并不仅仅只是G5表现出色，整个总决赛他场均可是有33.4分13.6个篮板3.2次助攻4.6个盖帽的数据入账。

But because Game 5 was not broadcast live and Game 6 was seen, when people talk about the 80 Finals now, they only remember Magic Johnson's rookie FMVP and his miracle as the center in Game 6, while completely ignoring Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's role.

This is probably why smart players will never sacrifice themselves to let others win the FMVP.

After that, live TV broadcasts became more and more popular, but Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's condition became worse and worse, which resulted in his peak being little known, while his decline was clearly visible.

Today, the NBA has another person who, like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, has a career full of black humor.

Reggie Miller is not a true superstar, and the Indiana Pacers are not a high-profile top team.

So most of the time, he and his team are outside the fans' attention.

Until suddenly one day, TV stations and fans notice that the Pacers' current record seems to be quite impressive, so their next game against a strong team will attract much attention.

Then, Reggie Miller, who finally got his chance to be broadcast live across the United States, would often be defeated by those stars in this highly anticipated game, leaving behind only the back of a loser.

He is just like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: when he conquers his opponent, people don’t know it, but when he is conquered by his opponent, everyone will see it.

Now, Reggie Miller has done it again.

Although the Pacers had a perfect start of 6 wins and 0 losses, few people watched those six games except the local fans in Indianapolis.

Then when people discovered that the Pacers had an excellent record and all the fans were focusing on the Pacers and Reggie Miller, their undefeated record was broken by Roger in a game that attracted national attention.

Roger breaks many people's firsts every year, both on and off the court. But only Reggie Miller has his firsts broken by Roger over and over again.

Reggie Miller is like a tireless villain in special effects films. No matter what new tricks he comes up with, he will always be defeated by Roger in the end, and then leave behind a sentence "I will definitely come back."

However, it is not easy to be a villain in the real world, because being defeated again and again and coming back again and again requires extremely strong determination and perseverance.

Reggie Miller has been persisting in this process for ten years.

Reggie Miller deserves respect, he has always been one of Roger's most respected opponents.

But no matter what, he became a loser again.

After defeating the Pacers, Roger has led the Golden State Warriors to a 6-1 start.

Now, more and more people are beginning to believe that the Warriors have a chance to win the championship this season.

There is only one biggest thorn left - the San Antonio Spurs.

The Spurs and the Stone Buddha seemed to have always been obstacles to Roger's career.

In the past nine seasons, only two teams have been able to beat Roger in the playoffs: the Heat and the Spurs.

In the past nine seasons, only two teams have won the championship with Roger's head on their shoulders: the Pistons and the Spurs.

The Spurs are simply the biggest spoiler in the Roger era, and they are still playing that role this year.

But Warriors fans are happy because they are in the same Western Conference, so the Warriors and Spurs will meet four times in the regular season, and they will soon see their team get revenge on the Spurs.

In fact, after the Pacers, the Warriors' opponent is the Spurs!
Fans in the Bay Area are all looking forward to the team getting rid of the Spurs, a thorn in their side. Roger thinks so too, especially after Gary Payton said those words in an exclusive interview with ESPN.

Roger did not respond to what Gary Payton said because he felt that it was too low of his level.

He could understand Gary Payton's physical decline, but he couldn't understand why that guy's trash-talking skills had declined.

Next up is the era of Gary Payton, the Admirals and Tim Duncan? Wake up, your career and the Admirals' career are almost over, what's the point of the era?
Roger really had no desire to respond to this kind of nonsense.

In other words, he just wanted to respond with a resounding victory.

The joy of defeating the Pacers was quickly diluted, replaced by a strong desire to defeat the Spurs.

To be honest, it is really hard to excite Roger for a 38-year-old who has been played too many times. Roger still prefers to play with Duncan, a new tea who is in his twenties and has never been conquered.

For a time, the entire Bay Area media was warming up for the second game between the Warriors and the Spurs.

Television stations also began broadcasting promotional advertisements for the competition a few days in advance.

The Spurs and Warriors have become the top teams of this era.

In the cities of San Francisco and Oakland, countless giant billboards were replaced with new posters overnight. The posters showed Roger and Duncan looking at each other, and the slogan on the posters simply and clearly pointed out the theme.

"The behemoth strikes again. This time, defend the Bay Area!"

Tickets for this game are on sale online, and the price is even three times that of the opening game!
Even so, the tickets were still sold out in an instant.

Watching the Warriors thrive, the Atlanta media began to grumble.

"This season, the Eagles' ticket prices are only half of last season's, and season tickets are only one-third of Roger's. The average attendance of Philips Arena is still less than 60%. Not only that, Atlanta's hotels have reduced their prices by 20%, but they still can't resist the trend of continued decline in occupancy rates. The bankruptcy rate of the surrounding catering industry has soared, and the tourism industry has been greatly hindered.
Then look at the Warriors and what Roger has brought to the Bay Area. I think the Hawks management team has figured out one thing: No one is going to buy a ticket to see Shawn Marion shoot.

Michael, sell your team now!"

Michael Gillen doesn't like going to Atlanta now, because if someone recognizes him on the street, they will definitely give him the middle finger and yell, "Stupid idiot, I really hope you get whored with someone!"

But no one cares about Atlanta's current plight. Everyone's attention is focused on Oakland, the Warriors and the Spurs.

The atmosphere of the big game is now thicker than the fog lingering in San Francisco, and the players are training very seriously in such an atmosphere.

Marcus Camby attended daily training as usual, but he was not there to defeat the Spurs, but he couldn't miss training or games. If such news got out, no team would dare to take him.

At the same time, Bob Buss received another call from Supersonics general manager Rick Sander in his office.

"Bob, how's the deal going?"

He was referring to the Marcus Camby trade.

"Are you sure you won't give me an extra second-round draft pick?" Seeing that the other party was so anxious, Bob Bass took the opportunity to raise the price.

In the NBA, you have to learn to push for more when it comes to trades. The more anxious others are, the more you have the capital to raise the price.

"Bob, you know my offer is already the most generous. Other teams are only willing to give you scraps, but I actually sent two rotation players. Isn't that sincere enough? Marcus Camby has only played for fifteen minutes from last year to now. What else do you want from him?"

"Playing only 15 minutes is a rotation problem, not a problem with Marcus' ability. We also didn't expect Dikembe Mutombo to be bought out this summer, and we didn't expect that we could use a mid-level exception contract to recruit this former best defensive player.

With Dikembe, Marcus's presence is awkward, which is why he has not had many opportunities to play this season. But I can guarantee with my character that Marcus' health is absolutely fine, and he is still as good as he was in the Knicks.

We are both in the West, and I know you have Ray Allen and Rashard Lewis, and I know you are lacking toughness in the interior. So, this is a sure win deal for you, and it is not too much for me to ask for an extra second-round pick, right? "

On the other end of the phone, Rick Sander had already wanted to shoot Bob Bass in the head.

That damn, greedy old fox!
Rick Sander knew he was being blackmailed, but he also had to seriously consider the possibility that this blackmail was real.

Rick Sander really needs this deal. The Supersonics have enough offensive firepower, but lack a strong inside player, which directly determines whether the Seattle Supersonics can make it to the playoffs.

Coffee tycoon Howard Schultz does not want to see the Supersonics go through a long rebuild, so Rick Sander must make the team produce results as soon as possible.

There is no way around it; this is the disadvantage that the more active party in the transaction must face.

He resisted the urge to scold Bob Bass and responded calmly: "I can consider Bob, but you have to promise me that this is the final offer!"

“This is of course the final offer.”

"Very good, wait for my call anytime."

After hanging up the phone, Bob Buss stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office and glanced at Marcus Camby on the training ground downstairs.

He knew very well that this deal would most likely be done because Rick Sander had no capital to refuse.

With the few lousy players he had, Camby was the best he could get.

But, that child was so outstanding before, why did he fall into this state now?
It would be better if he could play his role.

At this time, Dikembe Mutombo stepped into the training ground and greeted everyone in his Cybertron accent: "Good morning, guys, we still have two days before we hear Tim Duncan's jokes!!"

He laughed cheerfully, and there was a black hole on his originally neat teeth.

That was knocked down by O'Neal Jr. yesterday.

"Good morning Dikembe, did you feel it when you came? The wind is a bit strong today." Roger teased Mutombo for his lisp.

"Okay, I'm going to get my tooth fixed after practice today. I heard on the car radio this morning that Reggie Miller got five stitches? Well, my case is really nothing."

Everyone was chatting away. Marcus Camby sat aside and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he clenched his fists and walked towards Mutombo: "Dikembe."

Mutombo looked up and was a little surprised to see Camby. He didn't expect Camby to talk to him actively.

"I thought you didn't recognize me anymore."

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this. For the sake of our old friendship, do me a favor."

"Old friend, huh?" Mutombo smiled contemptuously.

Marcus Camby couldn't stand Mutombo's sarcastic tone and attitude, but there was nothing he could do because he needed help from others.

"Dikembe, you have a good relationship with Roger, tell him to give me 15 minutes of playing time per game. If I don't play, no team will be willing to trade me. I don't want to see him, and he is annoyed when he sees me. It's better for everyone if I leave early."

Unfortunately, Roger heard the conversation between Marcus Camby and Mutombo. He was originally chatting with others, but his face suddenly turned gloomy and he yelled at Camby.

"What can you do if I give you 15 minutes? Keep brushing your stats and wait for some blind team to take you away? Fuck you, no one on my team can play with such a disrespectful attitude towards winning! You either play your best for 15 minutes or sit on the bench. It doesn't matter if you can't be traded, I'm not bothered at all because I don't even look at you."

Roger would rather Marcus Camby not play for a minute than send him up to brush the defense.

Let alone 15 minutes, even if someone only has 10 minutes of stats on the court, it is a contempt for the efforts of others and a blasphemy against victory.

Therefore, Roger would never let Marcus Camby play unless he wanted to play well.

Marcus Camby's mood became unstable again after listening to Roger. He has always had a bad temper and had many conflicts with opponents during his time with the Knicks.

So he, who was calm just now, became irritable in an instant after hearing Roger's tough response: "Do you think this is great? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment by wantonly controlling a person's fate? Do you really think you are a god?"

After Camby raised his voice, the atmosphere on the training ground suddenly became tense.

Mutombo quickly stopped Camby: "Okay, idiot, you screwed up again!"

"What's wrong with me not wanting to let a jerk play?" Roger didn't want to keep the peace. He walked up to Camby and looked him straight in the eye.

"Brush? You have no idea what others have been through, yet you criticize them with a condescending attitude. I gave everything for the Knicks, but my name wasn't even included in the voting for the best defensive player! I gave everything for the Knicks, but they chose Yao Ming without hesitation and threw me into this hellhole! I've had enough, why do I have to be the one who sacrifices?"

An emotional Canby roared and grabbed Roger by the collar.

Everyone came over in an instant, trying to separate the two.

Stephen Jackson even picked up a broom and prepared to beat Camby.

In the Bay Area, Stephen Jackson is Roger's other Andre Patterson.

Stoudemire immediately hugged Stephen Jackson around the waist. He knew this guy's temper and knew that Camby would definitely be hurt if he started fighting.

Others went to separate Roger and Canby.

But the more he pulled, the more Marcus Camby held on to Roger: "Tell me, why should I make those sacrifices!?"

Roger looked at him coldly, as if he was an unreasonable idiot: "It's none of my business. No one asked you to sacrifice. But if you don't let me go, Marcus, I promise, you will be the next Scott Pippen!"

"That's enough, Marcus!" Mutombo yelled, grabbed Camby's jersey and pulled it hard, separating the two.

The force of the pull was so great that Camby fell directly to the ground.

Camby wanted to get up, but Mutombo grabbed his shoulders. The angry uncle walked up to Camby and yelled at him.

"I am extremely disappointed in you! What's wrong with you!? What do you play for!? For the best defensive player trophy? For the statistics?"

"Heh, you've won four best defensive player awards and received a top salary, so of course you can teach me a lesson openly," Camby said sarcastically.

"Fuck you Marcus, I don't play basketball to win four crappy trophies!

Why do I play basketball? To dunk, to shoot jump shots, to pass the ball. To win the one-on-one game, to be a hero on the court, to be the clutch player. To make the Black Eight miracle legendary, and to make the 76ers possible. To fight back against opponents, to give back to my hometown. To break barriers, to chase dreams, to be the one who changes the game, the one who changes fate!
To win, to win the championship, to be a winner!

We play for all of this!
Reggie Miller stayed in Indianapolis for so many years, not just to get into the first team. In fact, he is greater than most of the guards who got into the first team in the 90s! I bet you can't even remember Chris Mullin and Tim Hardaway also got into the first team, but you definitely remember the uncompromising Reggie Miller!

Allen Iverson charged forward again and again with his actual height of less than 180 cm and injuries that you could not imagine. All that blood and those collisions were definitely not for some damn MVP. He charged for victory, for proof, for redemption, to express his disdain for fate, and to fight against the whole fucking world!

Roger fought hard again and again, not for those easy scoring titles. He never played like an admiral who scored 70 points in any season or game. He fought for victory, to defeat everyone, to show those who said he couldn't do it that he could!
What about you, Marcus? What are you doing for?
Yes, you had bad luck in New York. But look around you, even Roger was abandoned by the Chicago Bulls, and I suffered an injury that almost ended my season. But in the final analysis, we didn't think of taking the cowardly option.

We stand up, compete hard, and then tell the world that we are undefeated!
Marcus, you can still tell others in the Bay Area that you are still the potential defensive gate. When you start to win, when you really scare your opponents, when your name becomes well-known, DPOY, MVP, block king, scoring champion, big contracts, all these will come to you!
I don’t know if you still remember it, but I remember it very clearly. In the Nike training camp in 1992, there was a kid who said he wanted to be a player like me, instead of being a player enslaved by the trophy!
You are afraid that you will achieve nothing after working hard, that you will be ridiculed after working hard, and that your sacrifices will not be proportional to the rewards you receive, just like when you were in the Knicks. So, do you just choose to stagnate?
The whole world knows what Roger will do, what Amar'e will do, so Marcus, step up and do what others think you can't do!
Why can't you just tell them you're the best defensive player!?
What you are doing is not a sacrifice, but for yourself.

Think about it, why do you play basketball? "

No one expected Mutombo to say so much in one breath. He stood in front of Camby, breathing heavily, as if he had just played a full 48 minutes. Camby sat on the ground, eyes wide open, fists clenched, as if struck by lightning.

"Get out of here. Don't waste your time talking to this idiot. He won't understand." Roger pushed everyone away and cracked his knuckles. He had to teach this idiot who dared to challenge him a lesson.

Walking up to Camby, Roger raised his fist high.

"Wait Roger, don't!"

"Hey, stop him!"

"Damn it, I don't want to see my brains splattered all over the floor!"

Everyone rushed forward and tried to grab Roger, but Roger's fist was obviously faster.

Just as Roger's fist was about to hit Camby's head, Camby suddenly raised his head: "Roger, let me play! Damn it, let me play! I'll show you, I'll make those bastards in New York regret it! I want to play the game!"

The chaotic training ground suddenly became quiet under Camby's roar, and Roger's fist stopped when it was only two or three centimeters away from Camby.

At this time, the door of the training ground was pushed open, and Hubie Brown and Bob Bass came in.

They heard the shouting and arguing in the office and rushed over.

"What happened!?" Hubie Brown asked, looking at the messy training ground.

Roger looked at Hubie Brown, then at Camby who was gritting his teeth. In the end, he still punched Camby. Of course, the force was not particularly strong.

Camby was knocked to the ground and blood immediately gushed out of his nose.

Roger, who had calmed down, took off the jersey that was almost torn in the tug of war, and then calmly told Hubie Brown: "Hubie, from now on, Marcus is removed from the DNP list. We need him in the next game. Marcus, this is your last chance!"

After saying that, Roger left the training hall and went to the locker room to find new clothes to wear.

Everyone looked at Camby lying on the ground motionless, and the team doctor immediately came over to check on him.

But he waved his hands, wiped the blood from his nose with paper, then climbed up and walked to the trainer alone.

"Louis, let's get on with it."

"Marcus." Mutombo caught up and wanted to say something, but Camby interrupted him.

"Thank you, Dikembe. Thank you. I've been so depressed over the past two years, so please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, and thank you for cherishing this friendship. You're right, I can't play for awards. I have to let those bastards in New York know what I can do, and let the whole league know what I can do. I won't squander the opportunity again, Dikembe, never.

Reggie is right, my career is not over, it's just beginning.

Also, I will never let anyone tell me that I play like LeBron James again."

After this, training resumed as normal.

After Roger changed his clothes, he came back and continued training, but he still didn't waste time talking to Marcus Campido.

The same is true for Camby, everything is no different from the past.

In the head coach's office, Eric Spoelstra sighed, "I really hope Marcus doesn't blow up the locker room."

"No, no, no, I think he won't be a trouble anymore." Hubie Brown replied with a smile.

After understanding why Camby became like this, Hubie Brown can actually understand him very well.

A super genius who is the center of attention has an irreconcilable hatred between reality and ideals. He hates that his efforts are always ignored, and he loses himself in such hatred. But just now, the hatred came to an end.

"So, you really want to put him in the rotation for the next game?"

"Of course Eric, didn't you hear him? He wants to play, he wants to play. As a head coach, the worst thing you can do is kill the enthusiasm of young people."

Spoelstra obviously disagreed: "Even if he wants to, we'd better let him play in another game. In the next game, our opponent happens to be the San Antonio Spurs! Including last season, we have lost four games in a row to the Spurs! If Marcus still only knows how to mess around for data like before, we will only destroy ourselves if we let him play! We can't lose to the Spurs again, absolutely not!"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with him playing in the next game. In fact, I think the Spurs are a good match. I'm sure Roger thinks so too."

Hubie Brown looked at the Spurs' black logo on the schedule and crossed it out.

This time, it's finally over!
The next day, competition day.

Amar'e Stoudemire was the first player to arrive at the Oracle training center today.

Although his defense has improved a lot this season, and although fewer and fewer people criticize his defense, even Charles Barkley has kept his mouth shut.

But he still didn't relax.

He would come to warm up alone every day and then wait for the trainer to give him special training.

As he began to stretch his legs, he heard the door to the training ground being pushed open.

Stoudemire thought it was the trainer, so he spoke without even looking up: "Good morning, Daniel."

"Ahem. It's Marcus."

After hearing the response, Stoudemire looked up in surprise and saw Marcus Camby, who had shaved his hair into a buzz cut and looked much more energetic in an instant.

The guy, who had hardly spoken to his teammates and coaches before, waved at Stoudemire: "Is it okay to bother you?"

"of course not."

"I want to come to training earlier in the future, Amare. I noticed last season that you often practiced extra. I envied you. You're a smart guy, smarter than me."

"But the media said I was an idiot."

"Forget all that bullshit. Hey, you want to give Tim Duncan a hard time, too?"

"Of course!" Stoudemire gritted his teeth. From last season to now, he has been suppressed by Duncan to the point where he can hardly breathe.

"I'll just help you. Tonight, Tim Duncan ended up crying in San Antonio."

"You're very confident, Marcus."

"Of course, I beat him in college." Camby laughed. This was the first time he laughed from the bottom of his heart on the training ground after transferring to the Warriors.

That night, the Oakland Arena reached its climax before the game even started.

The fan who was arrested last time for taking off his clothes and dancing appeared again today. When the Spurs players came on the court, he suddenly stood up, took off his clothes, and shook his fat body again.

The front of his torso still reads "Roger is the Forever King," but when he turns around, another sentence is written on his back: "Gary Payton is a wild dog begging for a championship."

Amid the exclamations of everyone in the audience, the live camera found him and everyone was cheering for him.

Payton, who had previously clamored to dominate the Warriors, was so angry that he went to the referee to argue: "How long are you going to let that disruptive idiot stay here!?"

After a while, security personnel appeared on the scene and the bold guy was taken away again, and once again received cheers from other fans.

Roger walked to the sidelines, waved and called Spoelstra: "Eric, ask the staff to find out his name and tell him that I want to take a photo with him after the game."

This little episode has ignited the whole scene and also ignited the gunpowder.

When the starting lineups of both teams were in place, Roger couldn't help but laugh at Payton: "I have to say Gary, what he said is absolutely right."

"What!?"

"Is there a problem? You know you don't have the ability to win a championship, but you run to San Antonio to hug Tim and David's legs. Isn't this begging?"

"Oh, so Dom, who was with you back then, was also begging?"

"Are you ashamed? Dom had already faded out of the NBA and played as a maid in Europe for a year before joining the Hawks. He was just a role player. And you? You averaged 20+4+8 last season and were selected as an All-Star. Then this summer, you chose a contract far below your worth. This is the difference between you and Dom.

To be honest, there is nothing shameful about this. What is really shameful is that some people are taking advantage but still flatter themselves. It is obvious that Tim is the one who decides everything, but you say you created your era. If you lose, will you say that you have never partnered with a superstar? "

"Shut up Roger, shut up, you're the one begging for victory, you can talk shit after we win!"

Payton was furious. Since being defeated by Roger in the 1996 Finals, the SuperSonics have never recovered. Not to mention the championship, they have never even made it to the Finals.

Seeing that he is already 35 years old, Payton does not want to end his career like this and does not want to be a player without a championship.

For the championship, he is willing to sacrifice the amount of the contract and the status of the team. He doesn't care as long as he can win the championship.

But the only thing he couldn't stand was being humiliated by others!
Payton still had some superstar arrogance during this period. He was originally in the Lakers and was unwilling to implement the triangle offense. You know, even Karl Malone was honestly a pawn in the triangle offense, but Gary Payton refused to implement it.

This is also one of the reasons why the Lakers F4 is doomed to fail.

Seeing Payton getting more and more out of control, the 38-year-old David Robinson patted Payton on the shoulder and said, "Calm down, man."

Payton closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and stopped arguing with Roger.

The game is about to begin. The Spurs' starting five are Parker, Payton, Bowen and the twin towers. On paper, their strength is still quite strong.

After the kickoff, Duncan fought for the ball for the Spurs. Although he had suffered a serious injury, Duncan's athletic ability has not completely deteriorated.

As a defensive team, the Spurs' offense does not have too many complicated routines. After Duncan screened for Parker, he sat in the low post. Seeing that there was no chance of a breakthrough, Parker passed the ball to Duncan.

Then David Robinson pulled away, Payton and Bowen stood in the two bottom corners, and the entire stage was given to the poker-faced man.

Seeing Mutombo ready to face the back, Duncan chose to face the basket instead. He took a step away, and then unexpectedly changed direction in front of him! Duncan jumped directly after getting out of the space and made a one-handed shot!
Duncan used an unconventional way to attack Mutombo, because he saw that Stoudemire had already defended the basket, so he decided to use a floater to solve the offense. For a big fundamental, his method is not just as simple as hard digging under the basket.

The basketball bounced on the rim a few times before falling into the net. Once again, Tim Duncan was doing whatever he wanted in the Warriors' interior!

From last season to now, there is actually only one reason why the Warriors lost to the Spurs - they can't deal with Tim Duncan.

In 2003, Tim Duncan's skills were mature and his athletic ability had not deteriorated, so it was really difficult to limit him.

The game continues and the Warriors have the ball.

The person responsible for defending Roger is his old subordinate Bowen. In the Spurs, Bruce Bowen is not so honest. His various evil deeds have been criticized by the media since last season.

But facing Roger, Bowen's defense was still clean.

Is this a nostalgia? Unlikely, after all, Bowen is the kind of person who would not hesitate to attack his friends.

The reason why Bowen didn't dare to do anything bad to Roger was probably because he knew Roger and Stephen Jackson too well.

He didn't want to pay tribute to Jordan with a titanium implant.

After receiving the ball, Roger changed direction twice in a row to pass Bowen and got a little space for a mid-range shot.

But Payton immediately doubled up and didn't give Roger a chance to shoot.

To be honest, Payton still had a lot of gas left in his tank during this period. He could play a bigger role in the Spurs than in the Lakers.

The Lakers' triangle offense conflicts with Payton, but the Spurs' role suits Payton well.

First, he and Parker will take turns to control the ball, so he won't be confused on the offensive end. Second, his three-pointer from the bottom corner can be used in the Spurs system.

Finally, his defense can make up for the Spurs' weak backcourt defense.

Payton has been out of the All-Defensive Team since last season, and his defense is indeed no longer the best in the league, but it is still excellent.

Seeing Payton double-teaming him, Roger raised the ball above his head and pushed it with one hand, trying to pass it to Alan Houston who was left open.

Payton, whose stealing instinct was ingrained in his bones, immediately turned around, raised his arms high and ran towards Alan Houston.

But halfway through the run, Payton discovered that the basketball did not fly over at all.

He looked back at Roger in confusion and found that Roger had already made a fadeaway jump shot under Bowen's defense and made the shot!
Just now, Roger just grabbed the ball with one hand and made a fake pass. After sending Payton away, Roger faced Bowen, who was not very aggressive in defense, and directly stepped back to shoot.

Payton cursed inwardly when he realized he was being played, but Roger pointed at him and said, "What? You don't even know where to get food when you're begging? Why are you looking for Alan? I will give you alms!"

It's back. The shame of 1996 has successfully traveled through time and space and arrived at Gary Payton in 2003.

Payton looked at the replay of himself being fooled on the big screen, and got so angry that he deliberately approached Roger and elbowed him hard.

But just as the tip of Peyton's elbow touched Roger's chest, Roger fell backwards dramatically and slid several meters away.

The referee immediately blew the whistle and gave Gary Payton an offensive foul without hesitation.

In other words, the Spurs gave up the ball they had just obtained, and at the same time Payton successfully accumulated a foul for himself!

Peyton spread his hands: "Do you think I'm Superman? Can I hit him so far away in one blow?"

But no one paid any attention to him because his elbow was too obvious.

Roger, who was seriously injured, stood up with the help of his teammates and walked to Payton again: "Gary, you can't even beg for food! Accept the reality, it's too easy to deal with you, shut up, my opponent is Tim Duncan!"

"Heh, if you can't do anything to him, you can't do anything to me!" Payton continued to be stubborn.

"Who told you that we can't do anything about him? It's just that dealing with him is a little harder than dealing with a piece of crap like you."

Roger glanced at Marcus Camby.

Today, when Mutombo starts to get tired, No. 21 can no longer think of doing whatever he wants.

(One update today, because it has reached 10,000 words)
(End of this chapter)