Chapter 114: Exploding the Whole Place
At 7:30 EST, the American Airlines Center was bustling with people, and the game finally began. When the DJ introduced the home team players, Yang Mo was arranged to appear first. According to the rules, this was the treatment of the second-in-command of the team. In the past, it was Marion or Haslem , but starting tonight, it was officially replaced by Yang Mo.
When Yang Mo came on stage, he was immediately greeted with cheers so loud that it seemed as if the roof of the stadium would be blown off. Everyone was shouting Yang Mo's name, cheering for him, and it felt like they were welcoming a rock star .
This was Yang Mo's first real home court, so he ran to the center of the court amid the cheers of the audience, immediately leaned down and kissed the Miami Heat team logo.
This once again brought the cheers in the stadium to another climax.
Yang Mo used this action to tell the Heat fans, I am the guardian here. Tonight, no one can take the victory away from here!
After that, other players never received such cheers when they came on the court, not even Dwyane Wade who was the last to appear. The protagonist tonight was destined to be Yang Mo who stepped onto the American Airlines Center court for the first time wearing a jersey.
When the players from both sides were greeting each other, Kenyon Martin said arrogantly in Yang Mo's ear: "Rookie, I'm going to kick your ass tonight."
"Just wait!" Yang Mo sneered and added in Chinese: "Idiot!"
Idiot?
Kenyon Martin frowned and thought, what is a fool? Can it be eaten?
At the same time, the referee had already walked to the center line with the ball, ready for a jump ball. Standing at both ends of the jump ball were Joel Anthony and Nene.
The referee blew the whistle and threw the basketball into the air, and the two jumped at the same time. But the Brazilian was the first to touch the basketball, after all, he was a man with only one egg, and men with fewer eggs have better jumping ability, after all, they have less weight.
The man with the missing balls tapped the basketball lightly to the left, thinking that his teammates behind him would definitely be able to catch the basketball.
But he underestimated Yang Mo's emphasis on the first ball. He saw Yang Mo suddenly rush behind him, quickly intercept the basketball, and then exert all his strength to rush to the front court with the basketball like lightning.
When Yang Mo ran across the center line, the Nuggets players finally understood what was going on. Iverson, who was closest to him, hurried to catch up, but unfortunately... Iverson's peak had passed. Although Yang Mo's speed was similar to his, it was only 70% of his peak speed, which was basically slightly better than Iverson's current speed.
So Iverson was unable to catch up with Yang Mo, and could only stop helplessly, watching Yang Mo rush into the penalty area and then soar into the sky... Boom!
Yang Mo used all his strength to slam the basketball into the basket!
At that moment , Yang Mo pulled the basket down and nodded. When Yang Mo let go of the basket and it fell, the basket began to shake up and down. The creaking sound was transmitted through the microphone placed under the basket, making the audience around a little nervous, fearing that the basket would suddenly fall apart and hit them.
"Heat fans, are you happy?" After landing, Yang Mo shouted at the Heat fans who were still somewhat unresponsive.
When the Heat fans heard Yang Mo's roar, although they didn't understand what Yang Mo meant, they immediately gave the warmest cheers.
That's awesome! We should dunk them like this to let them know that we Miami people are not easy to bully!
Amid the cheers of the audience, Yang Mo turned his head and stared with disdain at George Karl, who was in a daze on the sidelines, and made a series of "do-do-do" sounds at him as if teasing a dog.
By the time George Karl reacted and looked at Yang Mo, Yang Mo stretched out his right hand and coldly slit his throat.
When the Heat fans saw this arrogant and provocative action, they immediately screamed again. It was so exciting! They loved this kind of arrogant star. They felt their adrenaline was soaring, which was more exciting than hiding in bed and watching porn!
Heat fans loved this provocative move, but George Karl, who was provoked, didn't like it at all. He immediately rushed into the court and grabbed the referee and yelled, "Referee, he provoked me, give him a T, send him off, send him off!"
"Calm down! Calm down, go back off the court first." The referee became a little impatient with his shouting and stretched out his hand to signal him to calm down.
"FUCK, how can I stay calm? He is going to kill me, how can I stay calm?" George Karl kept chattering, as if all the women in his family had been fucked by Yang Mo one after another, and he was as manic as a rabid patient.
The referee couldn't stand him like this and quickly took out his whistle.
Drop! Drop!
The referee blew the whistle twice, giving a technical foul to the provocateur Yang Mo and also a technical foul to George Karl.
Both sides made two free throws, and the ball still belonged to the Heat.
Yang Mo readily accepted the penalty. He was not afraid of being called for a technical foul for doing the throat-slitting action. After all, he would only be sent off if he was called for two technical fouls in a game. What was there to be afraid of?
But George Karl didn't accept it at all. Why? That guy provoked me so much, and you gave him a T. I'm the victim and I got a T too. What a FUCKing day!
He complained loudly a few times, and when the referee looked at him impatiently, he immediately shut up and went back to the court. He didn't want to get two technical fouls at the beginning of the game and then run back to the locker room to watch the whole game on closed-circuit television.
George Karl ran back to the bench with a lot of resentment, but Yang Mo didn't forget to stimulate him: Thank you for assisting me with two points. Coach George.
George Karl really wanted to say "go to hell", but he was afraid that the attacking player would get another technical foul, so he could only pretend he didn't hear it. In his heart, he hated Yang Mo.
Swish! Swish!
Yang Mo stood on the free throw line and made both free throws.
Then he raised his hands high, made two V signs, and the audience cheered again!
Before, Heat fans had objections to the team's choice of Yang Mo, and even abused Pat Riley, but now, they love Yang Mo to death. And it took Yang Mo less than a minute to do this.
Watching Yang Mo conquer the whole audience within one minute, Pat Riley sat on the sidelines with his legs crossed and a smug look on his face. At this moment, he was very happy, even happier than Yang Mo.
Now, who dares to say that Pat Riley is old and has dementia?
Who else?
