713: 246: You will always be my favorite second-in-command (asking for monthly votes!) 713: 246: You will always be my favorite second-in-command (asking for monthly votes!) Allen Iverson understood that the moment the whole team looked towards Roger, the AMVP had completely nothing to do with him.
But now, more than the AMVP, he wanted the match victory.
The atmosphere of the game had become completely different from before the match; before the game, everyone thought about performing well and taking the trophy.
But now, after three quarters of intense competition, the young players’ desire for victory had surpassed everything.
They all didn’t want to lose to the other side.
The AMVP is the reward for the winner, but even if you don’t get the reward, at least don’t become the joke of this spotlight-filled night.
When the fourth quarter started, Roger looked at everyone on the Western All-Stars, with a smile on his face.
“What’s so funny?” AI, walking next to Roger, asked perplexed.
“It’s been a long time since I played such a tense All-Star game, I feel a bit excited.
It’s great to play the All-Star game with you young guys, those old fellows before were just too boring.”
“Enough, Roger, stop talking about young guys all the time, aren’t you the same age as me, for fuck’s sake?”
Talking about age really saddened AI.
Many people didn’t know that there was only a few days’ difference in age between Roger and AI.
But this was AI’s first time being selected for the All-Star, and he was called a young player.
Roger, on the other hand, was considered a tyrant of the old era.
God, how did all this happen?
Why would Jerry Stackhouse, that idiot, insist that he was a lifelong rival of a player of this caliber?
AI first felt envy, then gradually calmed his mood.
This is why Roger was qualified to lead this team.
He was so young yet so successful.
Only such a person was qualified to lead the team.
Shaq was also smiling; he was in a good mood.
From what it looked like, the West had a great chance of winning today.
The East’s interior line was too weak, so weak that they couldn’t even choose a backup center.
Antonio Davis being selected for the All-Star team was the funniest thing in All-Star history.
In the All-Star Eastern Conference team’s interior line, Shaq felt like a male athlete thrown into a women’s boxing competition, where he could easily make the opponent cry.
Now, as long as he continued to capitalize on second chance opportunities, his stats would continue to rise steadily, and victory would naturally follow.
This season’s Roger a top five historical star?
The match continued, the first three quarters of this All-Star already matched a regular season game.
But as Doug Collins said, in the All-Star game, the intensity would rise another level by the fourth quarter.
Apart from O’Neal, everyone on the Western All-Stars looked serious.
Kobe spread his arms, staring down AI.
Kidd lowered his center of gravity, commanding the defense.
This didn’t feel like an All-Star game at all.
Seeing the serious formation from the West, AI also took a deep breath; the real fight to the death was about to begin.
“Roger, you better walk the talk, otherwise we will take back the ball possession, and our support.”
“Don’t make me laugh, AI; is it your turn to talk to me like that?
You think my 61 points over you was luck?”
“Fuck, I really can’t understand why Paul Pierce would like you.”
“He doesn’t like me, he’s just scared that I’ll leave the 14th hole on him.”
“Okay guys, can we save the trash talk for those bastards on the West?” Carter interrupted AI and Roger as he was about to inbound the ball.
“Slam Dunk King, I completely agree.”
Carter passed the ball to Roger; Shaq clapped his hands inside: “It’s crunch time, brothers!”
The battle continued to spread throughout the All-Star weekend!
No sooner had Roger crossed halfway, he was pressured by Jason Kidd.
Kidd was one of the few in today’s crazy All-Star game who still knew what “selflessness” meant.
He was a completely selfless player, seemingly born to make his teammates better.
And he was also the most popular player of the evening because he always managed to turn a fast break into art.
Then, he was also an excellent defender, taken to mark Roger during critical moments.
Jason Kidd was really great, and the deeper your understanding of basketball, the more you would love a player like him.
The only thing holding him back was that damned shooting.
That made Kidd like a beautiful woman who turned out to have a chest as flat as a tennis net when undressed, thereby breaking his perfection.
You couldn’t help but feel sorry for this fatal flaw.
But at least defensively, you could trust Kidd.
Kidd moved quickly side-to-side, acted swiftly, and was strong.
Defensively, he wasn’t just a point guard; he could guard all perimeter positions.
His performance made one wonder, if Magic had such defense, how strong would Showtime Lakers be?
Kidd was certainly tough on Roger, indeed fiercer than the first three quarters.
But Roger had gotten used to this intensity; it was just part of his daily routine.
He dribbled and changed direction in tight spaces; Kidd didn’t dare to strike, immediately moved sideways, blocking half of Roger’s breakthrough space.
Then it was time for the clash.
Seeing both players collide with no attempt to evade, Doug Collins clenched his fist: “God, even the regular season isn’t this intense!”
Kidd was strong, but Roger still came out on top from the encounter and reached the mid-range position.
But Kidd’s footwork was very fast, still sticking close in front of Roger providing resistance.
Now Roger could understand why some stars with poor shooting abilities were defended so miserably by Kidd.