Chapter 12 NBA Prospects
Just when head coach Wang Yuhuai thought that Yang Mo might be a promising talent, Yang Mo got into trouble.
Yang Mo didn't know why, but suddenly he yelled at several players on the national team: "You guys keep laughing, keep laughing? I'll beat you up one by one."
China has always been a country of moderation, and basketball players follow the same pattern. Few of them yell and scream to vent their passion on the court. Even fewer of them are as proactive as Yang Mo, and she yelled at the national team leaders.
The big guys in the national team are the top stars in the country. They are the only ones who can bully others. How can a newcomer dare to yell at them? Among the five, Wang Zhizhi is better. After all, he has played in the NBA. He has heard more arrogant words and knows that this is part of the court culture.
But the others didn't understand. Zhu Fangyu and Wang Shipeng immediately surrounded him and shouted back, "What are you talking about?"
"I say." Yang Mo's momentum was no less than the two men's. He glared back at them, puffed out his chest, and said word by word: "I will beat you one by one."
"Who do you think you are? You were wearing open-crotch pants when I played basketball." Wang Shipeng raised his nose and immediately raised his fist. If Mike Harris hadn't rushed over to separate them, they would probably have started fighting.
Although Yang Mo was separated, she still refused to give in and pointed at Wang Shipeng and said, "Whether it's a fight or a game of basketball, I can handle you."
"Okay, kid, come here if you have the guts. Let me show you how I deal with you."
After saying this, Wang Shipeng turned around, said a few words to Chen Jianghua, and then took the ball on his own initiative.
As soon as he got the ball, Yang Mo came over.
puff!
Wang Shipeng dribbled the ball towards Yang Mo, trying to use his body to force Yang Mo away. But Yang Mo's strength was not something his small body could push away. Could he push O'Neal away? Of course not, so he couldn't push Yang Mo away either.
Bang!
Wang Shipeng staggered back a step, and before he could steady himself, Yang Mo's long arm had already taken the ball away from him... Bang! The basketball that was originally controlled by Wang Shipeng was knocked down, and then Yang Mo rushed forward, picked up the basketball and rushed into the penalty area, jumped high and slammed the basketball into the basket... Boom!
A beautiful one-handed tomahawk dunk.
Although the jumping height is not particularly high, the strength is sufficient. The impact it brings is unparalleled. At least no domestic player can complete such a high-quality dunk.
The youth team players on the sidelines wanted to cheer, but when they saw the faces of the national team bosses were getting uglier than each other, they kept silent in order not to offend anyone, although they still cheered for Yang Mo in their hearts.
Wang Yuhuai shook his head when he saw this. He had been immersed in the domestic basketball team for many years. How could he not know the personalities of these players who grew up in the sports school? The better Yang Mo performed today, the lower the possibility of success in the future, and he might not even be able to enter the national team. Sometimes you can't just play well to enter the Chinese national basketball team, you also have to consider factions. If these people are determined not to agree, no one can squeeze in.
"You want to be a point guard when you dribble so high? Just shoot your three-pointers well." After dunking, Yang Mo turned around and made fun of Wang Shipeng.
Upon hearing this, Wang Shipeng clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger, and his fists were clenched so tightly that blood could be squeezed out of his palms.
At this time, his disgust for Yang Mo had reached its peak. But at the same time, he also knew that he probably wouldn't be able to dribble past this guy, after all, this guy was not only flexible and had long arms, but also had abnormal strength.
So, he decisively did not dribble the ball for the next ball, but passed the ball to Chen Jianghua and asked him to dribble the ball.
Wang Shipeng didn't provoke him, and Yang Mo didn't take the initiative to guard him. When he returned to the half court, he went into the restricted area and appeared as an inside player. Yang Mo was in the inside, and Mike Harris was on the outside. Because their defense system was a zone defense, even if the other three players were not very good, the two of them could still use their excellent athletic ability to help them clean up the mess and prevent the defense system from collapsing.
Because Yang Mo and others tightened their defense, Wang Shipeng finally chose to take a three-point shot from the outside... bang!
The basketball hit the rim, Yang Mo jumped high, overpowered Wang Zhizhi and grabbed the rebound, then passed the ball to Harris, who dunked and scored. The whole set of moves was smooth and unrestrained. No one would have thought that these two were rivals a few days ago.
In the following game, Yang Mo's team actually had the upper hand. When the referee blew the whistle, the score was 41:35, and Yang Mo's team was in the lead. If Wang Zhizhi hadn't used his height to take down three or four of Yang Mo, the score would have been even worse. Although the score before Yang Mo came on the court was 20:5, with the national team leading .
When the referee called a timeout, Wang Shipeng, who was being defended very badly, directly stopped playing. Zhu Fangyu and Sun Ye also wanted to stop playing. Seeing this, Wang Yuhuai had no choice but to announce the end of the game and continue their own training. After all, for him, these players on the national team were the key players in the next game. No matter how good Yang Mo was, he was still a human being. He knew better than anyone what was important.
Wang Yuhuai announced the end of the competition, but Yang Mo was not angry. After all, he was not the one who had no grace, and he was the biggest winner so far.
He didn't know much about his own strength at first, but now after playing against these national team players, he probably has a rough idea. As long as he can get his offensive touch back, he will have no problem getting into the second round of the NBA. After all, Sun Yue was selected by the Lakers in the second round last year, and he is much stronger than him. In terms of combat effectiveness and potential, Yang Mo is only 20 years old this year.
As Yang Mo was sitting aside pondering his draft prospects, Mike Harris came over and asked, "Hey, man, you played really well, why didn't you make the Chinese national team?"
"Who knows?" Yang Mo shrugged, speaking fluent English with pure English thinking.
"Have you been to the United States?" Mike Harris asked curiously, "Why does your English have an East Coast accent? Were you in New York before?"
"No, I've never been to the United States." Yang Mo shook his head. He thought about it and realized that his spoken English should be learned from O'Neal. O'Neal is from New Jersey, so naturally he has an East Coast accent.
"That's really weird." Mike Harris scratched his head in confusion. His head was full of muscles, so how could he understand such a profound thing? So after a while, he changed the subject and asked, "You don't seem to play in the CBA either?"
"Well, I'm going to participate in this year's NBA draft." Yang Mo told Mike Harris his thoughts truthfully and asked, "You've played in the NBA, can you give me some advice?"
Mike Harris frowned when Yang Mo said that. He scratched his head and said, "I don't think you will have a good NBA career. You are very strong and have good rebounding skills. However, your offensive skills don't seem to have any special features, and you don't have accurate positioning. Also, your height is too awkward."
Mike Harris frowned and talked about all Yang Mo's shortcomings.
After hearing this, Yang Mo lost the confidence he had just built up. He tried to argue, "I can push on defense and grab rebounds. I can also shoot three-pointers on offense, and my three-pointers are very accurate. I am also good at dribbling, and few people can snatch the basketball from me."
"But... you're still too short."
"Uh..." Yang Mo was speechless when Mike Harris mentioned his height. As an ordinary person, his height was enough, but for a basketball player, especially someone like him who had been playing as a small forward or even a power forward since childhood, he was too short.
Mike Harris saw that Yang Mo was a little dejected, and comforted her again: "But don't worry. You have the Chinese market behind you, and there will be teams that will choose you. At least you are much better than that guy, and he was selected last year."
Yang Mo's mood did not improve after being comforted by Mike Harris. He wanted to gain a foothold in the NBA by relying on his strength, not the so-called Chinese market. If he was to go to the NBA to see the water dispenser, he would rather not go.
"Come on, challenge me in a one-on-one duel." Yang Mo hooked his finger at Mike Harris.
Mike Harris was also itching to do something, so he agreed. The two of them found a basket and started a one-on-one attack and defense.
