Champion Creed

For victory, for the championship, to become a winner!

We play for all of this!

Reggie Miller has stayed in Indianapolis for so many years, not for some damn All-NBA First Team. In fact, he's greater than most guards who made the First Team in the '90s! I bet you don't even remember Chris Mullin and Tim Hardaway also made the First Team, but you definitely remember the uncompromising Reggie Miller!

Allen Iverson, with a real height of less than 180 cm, charged again and again with unimaginable injuries. Those blood, those collisions, they were absolutely not for some damn MVP. He did it for victory, for proving himself, for redemption, for expressing his disdain for fate, and against the whole damn world!

Roger fights fiercely again and again, not for those easily earned scoring titles. He never played a season, never played a game like a 70-point Admiral. He fights for victory, to beat everyone's ass, to tell those who said he can't, that he damn well can!

And you, Marcus? What are you fighting for?

Sure, you had a misfortune in New York. But look around you, even Roger was abandoned by the Chicago Bulls, and I've faced injuries that almost ended a season. In the end, we never thought to take shortcuts like cowards.

We stand up, compete hard, and then tell the world, we have not been defeated!

Marcus, you can also tell others in the Bay Area that you're still that potential defensive gate.

When you start winning, when you truly terrify your opponents, when your name becomes thunderous, DPOY, MVP, block leader, scoring leader, big contracts... all these will come to you naturally!

I don't know if you remember, but I remember clearly, at the 1992 Nike Training Camp, a kid said he wanted to be a player like me, not a player enslaved by trophies!

You're afraid of achieving nothing after trying hard, afraid that hard work will bring ridicule, afraid that your sacrifice won't match the awards, just like when you were with 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 those things people think you can't!

Why can't you tell them you're the best defensive player!?

What you're doing is not sacrifice, it's for yourself.

Think about it, what are you playing for!

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

"Get lost, don't waste your breath on this idiot, he won't understand." Roger pushed everyone aside, cracking his knuckles, determined to teach the fool challenging him a lesson.

Walking up to Camby, Roger raised his fist high.

"Wait, Roger, no!"

"Hey, stop him quickly!"

"Damn, I don't want to see brains splattered on the floor!"

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

Just as Roger's fist was about to smash into Camby's head, Camby suddenly looked up: "Roger, let me play! Damn it, let me compete! I'll show you, I'll make those bastards in New York regret! I want to play!"

The chaotic training ground fell silent instantly under Camby's roar, and Roger's fist stopped just two or three centimeters from Camby.

At that moment, the training ground door was violently pushed open, it was Hubie Brown and Bob Bass.

They had heard the yelling and arguing from the office and hurried over.

"What happened!?" Hubie Brown looked at the messy training ground and asked.

Roger glanced at Hubie Brown, then at the gritted Camby. In the end, he still punched Camby. Of course, he didn't use much force.

Camby was knocked to the ground, blood flowing from his nose immediately.

Cooled off, Roger took off his nearly torn shirt during the scuffle and calmly told Hubie Brown: "Hubie, from now on, Marcus is off the DNP list. Next game, we need him. Marcus, this is your last chance!"

After speaking, Roger left the training ground to find a new shirt in the locker room.

Everyone watched as Camby lay on the floor motionless, and the team doctor immediately came to check on him.

But Camby waved them off, wiped the blood from his nose with a tissue, then got up and walked to the trainer alone.

"Louis, let's continue."

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

"Thank you, Dikembe, thank you. The past two years have been really depressing for me, so I... forgive my sudden departure, and thank you for still valuing this friendship. You're right, I can't play just for awards. I have to show those bastards in New York what I can do, let the whole league know what I can do. I won't squander any more opportunities, Dikembe, absolutely not.

Reggie was right, my career isn't over yet, it's just beginning.

Also, I'll never let anyone say I play like LeBron James again."

After this, the training resumed as normal.

When Roger returned after changing clothes, he continued training but still didn't waste words with Marcus Camby.