Chapter 130: Post-up Singles
When Michael Jordan came up behind him, Yang Mo immediately defended him, but Jordan easily found a chance to shoot by changing his body, and sent the ball into the net with a standard fadeaway. Although Yang Mo rushed to defend, he was still half a beat late. It felt like although he was the defender , the initiative was in Michael's hands, and he could only keep following and making corresponding defensive moves, and in the end he got himself into a pit, and then watched Jordan send the ball into the net.
At this moment, Yang Mo finally understood why those superstars of the same generation as Michael Jordan could not win championship rings, and finally understood why Michael Jordan could still average more than 20 points per game in his 40s. In the early stage of his career, he did rely on his abnormal physical talent to play, but in the later stage of his career, he was still invincible and undefended with this unsolvable back-to-the-basket singles.
"Do you understand now?" Michael Jordan asked Yang Mo who was a little dazed.
Yang Mo nodded thoughtfully, but still said, "Can you show me again ?"
"Of course, I will be your personal trainer for this hour." Michael Jordan nodded, took the ball and shot again. Although he scored three times with fadeaway jump shots and even the angle was the same, Yang Mo failed to defend even though he almost used all his strength. Because... he couldn't figure out Michael's rhythm and it was difficult to get close to him. Of course, this was also related to Yang Mo not using all his strength. He was afraid that he might hurt Michael Jordan. He didn't want to break Jordan's ribs during training like Artest did.
After watching it three times, Yang Mo finally understood and immediately took the ball and started practicing like Michael Jordan.
He got into the state quickly, but it was still a bit awkward and incoherent. Michael guessed his intention in the last shot and ruined the shot.
"Very good, your comprehension is very strong, much better than my two sons. Jeff studied for half a year but still couldn't learn as fast as you did in five minutes!" Michael Jordan did not hide his admiration for Yang Mo. If the Bobcats players heard this, they would be so angry that they would cry, because Michael never praised them at all.
Yang Mo smiled innocently, took the ball and continued practicing.
Michael Jordan practiced with Yang Mo for three balls. Although he caught Yang Mo's intention every time, he could feel that Yang Mo was getting more and more comfortable. So he waved to Dorell Wright who was sitting on the sidelines and said, "You, come over and practice with Yang."
When Wright saw Michael Jordan calling him, he immediately ran up. Although he was there to do hard defense, he was still very happy to be favored by the God of Basketball.
"Young, you come and single him out, but don't use too much force. You have to use skills to trick him away and make the shot." Michael Jordan stood aside and lectured.
Yang Mo nodded and leaned against Wright, who was half a head taller than him, and slowly pushed in. After pushing twice, he stopped and first shrugged his shoulders to confuse his opponent. At the same time, the power of his torso slowly shifted under the movement of his hips. While Wright was confused, he suddenly stepped out with his left foot. Wright was immediately deceived and moved his defensive center of gravity to the left. At this time, Yang Mo slightly raised his buttocks and suddenly turned around, and made a clean shot... Bang!
The reason why Yang Mo missed the basketball shot was not because his technique was not up to par, but because his mid-range shooting ability was too poor.
Although Yang Mo is very good at three-point shooting, her mid-range shooting is not particularly reliable because three-point shooting and mid-range shooting are two different concepts, whether it is the control of the arc, the amplitude of wrist pressure, or the use of power, they are very different.
Michael Jordan nodded slightly as he watched from the side, and said, "Keep going. Although this guy's defense is a little bit poor, it's great that you can do this after learning for ten minutes. But you have to remember to bend your knees more and lift your hips more when you are in position to create space, understand?"
"I understand." Yang Mo nodded.
He continued to practice with Wright and still easily fooled Wright, but the final shot still missed.
Michael Jordan still gave Yang Mo some pointers on his technical moves. In this case, Yang Mo's progress was much faster than Michael Jordan's, after all, as a bystander, Jordan could more clearly see where Yang Mo's flaws were.
After practicing for more than an hour, Wright collapsed at the end. He failed to defend Yang Mo every time, and he felt more and more helpless. Sometimes Yang Mo turned right to shoot, but Wright was still looking to the left.
Every time he defended, he felt like Yang Mo had given him a multiple-choice question, with only one correct answer and a hundred options. Damn, who the hell could choose one out of a hundred?
When Michael Jordan announced the end of the training, Wright collapsed to the ground. His body was not tired, but his brain was too tired, as if he had just taken ten SAT exams , which was a huge challenge to his brain capacity.
Wright collapsed on the ground, but Michael Jordan pulled Yang Mo aside and said, "Your movements are very standard and coherent now. But you also know that your defender was too bad. It won't be so easy when you meet a good defender. So you must still practice hard. Practice to be more smooth and free. Every step should have a natural feeling. There should be no abruptness or stagnation. Do you understand?"
"I understand!" Yang Mo nodded. Michael Jordan's words translated into Chinese means: No moves are better than moves. Jordan certainly reached this level many years ago, but Yang Mo's current level is only to be able to perform those classic moves accurately and coherently, and there is still a long way to go before he can perform them freely. After all, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to reach the level that others have practiced for more than ten years in less than an hour.
"Tonight, you have to play more post-up singles, understand?" Michael Jordan whispered again. For a natural winner like Michael Jordan, he doesn't want to lose anything, even if it's peeing, he wants to pee farther than others.
"Well, I'll try my best." Yang Mo smiled awkwardly. He couldn't cheat, right? Although how to score was entirely up to his subjective will.
"Yeah." Michael Jordan nodded and whispered, "Do you want to come to Charlotte to play? I still have a lot of tricks up my sleeve."
Michael Jordan's temptation is particularly great for Yang Mo. What he urgently wants to improve now is his various skills. After all, the body only needs enough virgins, and the technology is the key point that determines how high he can stand.
However, as a Heat player, Yang Mo couldn't answer him. He could only smile and say, "I appreciate your kindness, but I am still under contract. My mission is to fulfill my contract. If my contract ends, I will seriously consider your suggestion."
"Well, I'll wait for you." Michael Jordan patted Yang Mo's shoulder vigorously and said, "Charlotte's door is always open to you."
"Thank you." Yang Mo smiled slightly.
At this time, Reggie Miller, who had been looking at his watch, came over and said, "Okay, one hour is up, Michael, you can't say anything else to Yang. If you say one more word, it will be cheating!"
"I'm telling you." Michael Jordan didn't believe in evil, so he turned around and deliberately asked loudly, "Young, can I give you this championship ring?"
Michael Jordan mentioned the championship ring again, which made Reggie Miller so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. Wasn’t this intentional?
Yes, Michael did it on purpose.
