"Kobe! Many people consider you the greatest clutch killer in history! Do you acknowledge that title?"
On May 2, 1999, the Lakers arrived in Houston!
The moment Kobe stepped off the plane, he was surrounded by a swarm of reporters armed with cameras and microphones.
Kobe had originally wanted Blackwater's security personnel to simply push the reporters aside.
But after hearing that question, Kobe decided to say something. Those reporters had gotten far too fired up after his 0.5-second game-winner!
Kobe had practically been praised as an invincible player, unmatched under heaven or on earth!
Though Kobe was not afraid of such excessive hype, he was still worried that his teammates might be affected.
Shaquille O'Neal's expression had looked awful when he heard those remarks, and Kobe was also thinking about how to placate the big man.
O'Neal had a lot on his mind lately! It was written all over his face, and Kobe could tell at a glance.
"The greatest clutch killer? I hope you can keep praising me like that when I miss a game-winner."
"I just took a shot, and it went in. But who can guarantee that every shot will go in?"
Kobe said lightly.
Harris, standing beside Kobe, suddenly furrowed his brow upon hearing those words.
Who could guarantee that Kobe would make every shot?
No one!
Harris began reflecting on whether his recent trust in Kobe had gone too far.
O'Neal had his grievances!
Silver Fox Harris knew that, and it was also Harris's own responsibility. As a head coach, coordinating the relationships between players was something he was supposed to do.
Zen Master's in-game coaching and tactical drills might not have been the greatest in history, but when it came to managing player relationships, Zen Master did it best!
"Next time, if O'Neal