Chapter 129 Two Masters
"Reggie, stop bragging about your three-point shooting. Yang needs to learn from you. I think his three-point shooting is much more accurate than yours." Michael Jordan angrily dismantled Reggie Miller's words. The two were rivals when they were playing basketball, and it is inevitable that they would compete with each other after retiring.
"What do you know? This is a topic about our three-point shooters. You, who only scored six points in the three-point contest, should not interrupt." Reggie Miller rolled his eyes at Michael Jordan and directly exposed Michael Jordan's dark history. The great Michael Jordan did this one thing in his life that was embarrassing. He ran to participate in the three-point contest with full confidence, but scored six points in the first round and was eliminated.
Jordan has always been a person who never admits defeat. When Reggie Miller exposed his weakness, he immediately raised his right hand, which had two rings on it, one diamond ring and the other a championship ring, and said disdainfully: "You... what's the point of shooting three-pointers? Do you have championship rings? I have six."
Reggie Miller has almost won all the honors he deserves in his life. It is very rare for him to achieve such results despite suffering from polio when he was a child. His only regret is that he has never won a championship in his career. This is his sorrow, and it is also the sorrow of all players who live in the shadow of Jordan's era.
Reggie Miller looked very uncomfortable after Michael Jordan poked his scar. Seeing that the two were about to fight, Yang Mo quickly came out and changed the subject back to the original topic: "Actually, my three-point shooting is not very stable when someone is defending me, so I would feel honored if I could get some advice from Reggie."
"Of course." Reggie Miller was extremely happy when he saw Yang Mo agreed. He raised his eyebrows proudly at Michael Jordan and said, "Three-pointers are the most deadly weapon on the basketball court. Don't be like some people who never practice three-pointers well in their entire lives."
"What's wrong with not being able to shoot three-pointers?" Michael Jordan was stimulated by Reggie Miller's insinuation. He immediately became excited and pulled Yang Mo to the side, saying, "Yang, do you want to learn post-up shooting? This is my unique trick that helps me beat those three-point shooters. If you learn this trick, no one can stop you from scoring."
"Okay, okay!" Yang Mo nodded quickly. These two big guys were willing to teach him how to play basketball, and their skills were unstoppable and well-known. Yang Mo was of course more than happy to have them.
"Three points are still better." Reggie Miller held Yang Mo's hand, with an expression that looked like Wang Po boasting about her melons.
"He's definitely good at post-up play." Michael Jordan also held Yang Mo's other hand and said, "Look, I've won six championships, but he hasn't won any."
"He is set off by his teammates."
"You don't have teammates, do you?"
"You can only score two points per post-up play."
"Your three-point shooting is still not stable."
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The two of them were holding hands and bickering like little kids, which made Yang Mo a little dizzy: Is this still the God of Basketball? Is this still a cold-blooded shooter? Why is he playing like a kid?
Seeing that the two were arguing endlessly, Yang Mo quickly thought of a solution and said, "You two, calm down first . How about this, each of you teach me for an hour now, and whoever scores more points tonight will be the more powerful one, okay?"
"Okay!" They both agreed at the same time.
But soon, Reggie Miller raised another question: "You are so strong that you are suitable for post-up singles."
"He was still able to shoot three-pointers before? And he was still so accurate? I didn't say anything, why are you talking nonsense? Are you afraid of losing?"
Michael Jordan asked, "Are you afraid of losing?" Reggie Miller immediately took off his suit jacket, walked to the three-point line with the ball, and called Yang Mo over: "Yang, you come to defend me now!"
Yang Mo walked over quickly, and he was very happy. He was just worrying about how to practice offensive techniques. Now, not only did he have the strongest three-point shooter in history, Reggie Miller, to teach him three-pointers, but he also had the basketball god Michael Jordan to teach him post-up singles. This was a treatment he could never dream of! Moreover, these two people were different from Olajuwon. Olajuwon would teach his Dream Steps to everyone he met, whether it was inside or outside, but in the end, he didn't teach anyone. This was the first time these two people were instructing young juniors!
"When you receive the ball, show your elbow the first moment, then take a tentative step to force the opponent back. Then jump up... Come on, defend with all your might!"
As he said that, Reggie Miller jumped up, and Yang Mo rushed over to block the shot, but unfortunately he still failed to stop Reggie Miller from throwing the ball quickly. Then he heard a sound from behind...swish!
Facing Reggie Miller in a suit, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness, because he couldn't defend him at all. It felt like he could throw the ball in with just a jump.
"You know why you can't block me?" Reggie Miller asked.
"I don't know." Yang Mo shook his head.
"Rhythm. The rhythm of three-point shooting." Reggie Miller was afraid that the players next to him would hear his exclusive secret, so he whispered in Yang Mo's ear: "In fact, you don't have to jump to the highest point to shoot a three-pointer. But you must be faster than the defender's rhythm. Also, ignore the opponent. No matter how he defends, it's a foul if he touches you. You have nothing to be afraid of. Do you understand?"
"I think I understand a little bit. But my habit is to jump to the highest point before making the move."
"This is where the difficulty lies. You have to catch your opponent off guard and not let them catch your rhythm." Reggie Miller reminded him and pointed out Yang Mo's technical movements: "Hey, use your toes to exert force. You don't need to squat when facing your opponent's shot. You just need to bend your knees slightly and then quickly straighten them up, and then shoot with your upper body according to your habits. You are already a very good shooter, you just need to find your own unique rhythm, understand?"
"I understand!" Yang Mo nodded.
"Come on, I'll defend you, and you keep shooting."
Reggie Miller switched positions and kept testing Yang Mo. At first, Yang Mo still had some trouble finding the rhythm, but with Reggie Miller's patient instruction, he gradually got better, and could throw in about five or six out of ten balls. Just when Yang Mo felt better and better.
Michael Jordan came up and said, "Okay, one hour is up, now it's my turn. "
As he said that, he pushed the sweaty Reggie Miller down, held the ball, stood one step to the left of the free throw line with his back to Yang Mo, and told Yang Mo to defend hard. Yang Mo tried his best, and although he pushed Jordan two steps away, Jordan still easily stepped back and hit a fade away shot.
This time, Yang Mo felt even more helpless because Michael Jordan was even more difficult to defend than Reggie Miller.
"Who is the best post-up player among active players?" Michael Jordan asked Yang Mo after demonstrating.
"Kobe Bryant, right?" Yang Mo said uncertainly.
"It's indeed him. He also learned it by watching my video highlights, so what he learned is weird and has no aesthetic appeal." Michael Jordan said with extraordinary confidence. Although the media has always regarded Kobe Bryant as the second Michael Jordan, in Michael Jordan's heart, Kobe is a completely weakened version of him.
"Uh..." Yang Mo didn't know how to respond. As the God of Basketball, Michael Jordan was indeed qualified to comment on the best player in the league, but Yang Mo, a rookie, did not have that.
"Do you know what the biggest secret of post-up singles is?" Michael Jordan asked in a low voice. Before Yang Mo could speak, he whispered in his ear: "Everyone thinks it's the shaking of the shoulders and the change of footsteps, but in fact... it's the shifting of the hips. Or the shaking of the hips. Kobe didn't know this, so his post-up singles are very awkward and stiff. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Mo shook her head in confusion.
"Come on, defend another one!"
Seeing that Yang Mo didn't understand the essence of the matter, Michael Jordan took the ball and blocked him with his back.
