Chapter 138: Intolerable
FUCK! Who do you think you are? Rookie, you didn't even have pants on when I played basketball!
Haslem cursed Yang Mo in his heart as he looked at his back. Haslem didn't like Yang Mo very much when he showed up at the training camp on the first day. Later, he gradually took his position and now he has become the team leader. This rocket-like rise made him jealous. He originally thought that after all the big guys in the team left, it would finally be his turn to be the core inside player. Unexpectedly, an unknown Chinese kid suddenly appeared and won Mr. Riley's heart in three games.
"What did that guy say?" Shawn Marion ran over and whispered to Haslem.
Now Shawn Marion and Haslem have established a close comradeship . They are both veterans, and only by supporting each other can they suppress the young rookies who are trying to seize power. They don't want to be driven to the bench, so they can only fight back.
"He said he is the leader and it is not my turn to teach him a lesson," Haslem said with a sneer.
"Arrogant! He must be taught a lesson."
"He really wants to win this game, but it's not particularly important to us. He wants to be a leader anyway, so let him have fun by himself." Haslem chuckled.
Marion was a little surprised. He felt that this behavior seemed to be a bit against professional ethics. How could he deliberately let the opponent win? However, he thought carefully that even if he played seriously, he might not be able to win the game. He might as well take this opportunity to defeat Yang Mo.
So, the two of them ran slowly towards the front court, not taking the initiative at all.
The two of them deliberately let the ball go, which was equivalent to a five-on-three situation in the frontcourt. Five-on-three, it was not easy for the Bulls to put the basketball into the basket.
Yang Mo was very angry about Haslem and the other two's passive response. He didn't expect the two to be so bad. Fighting for power within the team is fine, but they must not be unwilling to fight on the court. Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal fought like that, but no one had ever deliberately let the other go on the court. At most, they were just fighting for the ball.
"What do you two mean?" On the way back to the half court, Yang Mo questioned the two rudely.
"We are too old. We played back-to-back games and didn't get enough rest last night, so we can't keep up with you young people!" Haslem said this deliberately.
Seeing this, Yang Mo immediately looked towards the bench and gestured to Spoelstra. Spoelstra pretended not to see it. For him, he had given up the game. The strongest trump card Dwyane Wade had already left the court. What was the point of fighting? But if this game could form a new order in the team, he would be very happy to see it. Anyway, he had been unhappy with Yang Mo for a long time. And even if Pat Riley blamed him, he could stay out of it!
Yang Mo saw that Spoelstra didn't respond, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. What was going on? The players were just playing soy sauce on the court, and the head coach didn't say a word. Was he trying to work together to ruin his rhythm?
Yang Mo gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Alright! You guys are so good at playing, you have to pull me down from the core position, then I will play with you to the end! Let's see who can laugh last!"
Arriving at the front court, Yang Mo walked directly to Mario Chalmers who was controlling the ball and said, "You don't have to pass the ball to those old guys later. They don't want to play at all. I'll receive the ball near the free throw line later. You keep running and I'll pass it to you in time."
"Okay." Qian Mos is now on the same front with Yang Mo. They are teammates in the same trench. Only by trusting each other can they get through this difficult time. And he believes that he will not suffer any loss if he follows Yang Mo. At least, General Manager Mr. Riley treats Yang Mo as his own son. After all, this team is still Pat Riley's team. Any player transaction is executed by him, and Head Coach Spoelstra is his puppet.
Qian Moss was no fool, so when Yang Mo pulled him aside, he decisively took his side.
When Yang Mo ran to the free throw line, Qian Mos immediately passed the ball to him. Yang Mo received the ball and Noah quickly came up to him. He came to defend, but Yang Mo didn't take it seriously at all. He just turned his back and pushed in again and again. Noah didn't dare to have direct physical contact with Yang Mo and could only step back.
While Yang Mo pushed his back into the restricted area, he kept observing the position of his teammates. Dorell Wright stayed in the bottom corner of the three-point line without moving. He was considered to have a good attitude. Marion and Haslem stood alone in the restricted area, shaking their legs leisurely. Only Chalmers was actively running.
He ran three or four times and finally found an open space. Yang Mo quickly passed the ball... bang!
Qian Mos missed the shot, Yang Mo rushed in to grab the rebound, but Tyrus Thomas got it first. Haslem stood there motionless as if he was on a trip, not causing any trouble to the opponent. In this case, didn't Thomas easily grab the rebound?
Yang Mo was so angry when he saw this that he really wanted to slap him twice, but the Bulls had already launched a fast break and he had to rush back to defend.
But in the frontcourt, it was still a five-on-three situation.
The result was naturally that the Bulls scored again, even though Yang Mo tried hard to run around and make up for the defense.
When Nocioni hit another mid-range shot, the furious Yang Mo finally couldn't help but roar and call for a timeout. Then he walked to the bench angrily, kicked over a chair next to the bench, and then glared at Spoelstra and yelled, "Are you blind?"
Yang Mo's behavior immediately surprised the Bulls fans. They didn't know what happened. They just wondered why Yang Mo suddenly got angry at the head coach. And Haslem and Marion were obviously not in the right state on the court.
"Calm down, Yang!" Spoelstra said somewhat guiltily.
"How do you want me to calm down?" Yang Mo still glared at him fiercely, and said in a very unfriendly tone: "You put two pigs on the court as my opponents , how can I calm down? Didn't you see that they were doing nothing on the court just now? If they don't want to play, then why did you put them on the court? Is it because you don't have professional ethics either?"
"Of course not, they might be too tired from back-to-back games..." Spoelstra explained with difficulty. In front of Yang Mo, he was more like a child who had made a mistake.
"I don't care how you explain it. Now... you have to replace the ball with five players who want to win." Yang Mo's face froze and he gave him an ultimatum.
After that, he turned around and roared at the other players sitting on the bench: "I know you are not convinced that I am the team leader, but don't be so mean. If you are not convinced, use your performance on the court to defeat me? What's the point of giving up the game like a woman? If the thing in your crotch still works, then show your courage and fight with me! Don't you have to have sex after Dwyane was injured? What's the difference between the way you look downcast now and having your balls kicked by the Bulls?"
Yang Mo's roar made those players who had the same idea as Haslem and Marion feel ashamed, and the two of them also felt ashamed. As professional players, their behavior just now was indeed too unprofessional.
"Now, who wants to fight with me? Raise your hands!"
Yang Mo looked around and was the first to raise his hand. The second was Michael Beasley, followed by Mario Chalmers, and then... Livingston and James Jones, who were sitting at the end of the bench and had never had a chance to play!
Finally, we have gathered five players with fighting spirit.
Yang Mo immediately waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go on stage and show these women without balls how we can win the victory!"
