Chapter 145: Big Bet
"Perfect!!"
Michael Jordan in the VIP box waved his fist vigorously. He was very excited. This simple jump shot was more exciting to him than the previous dunk. Because it showed Yang Mo's changes. He could dunk when advancing and jump shot when retreating. Although it cannot be said that there is no solution, at least the opponent can no longer figure out your offensive method, which will greatly improve your scoring efficiency.
Michael Jordan was so excited that the general manager of the Bulls next to him was a little embarrassed. Michael Jordan, as the basketball totem of Chicago, was cheering for his opponent. Wasn't this a slap in his face?
He took advantage of Michael Jordan's calmness and asked quietly, "Michael, what do you think of Derek?"
"Very good, great potential." Michael Jordan nodded and praised.
Jordan's praise made the Bulls general manager slightly happy, but then Jordan's words made him feel down again: "But he seems a little too shy. You see he never shouts orders to his teammates on the court. Now Noah, who is being beaten by Young on both offense and defense, obviously needs encouragement. He seems a little too calm. He is not as good as Young in leading the team."
Not as good as Yang?
The more the Bulls general manager shouted, the more Patterson muttered to himself: So, are you doubting my draft pick?
Thinking of this, he quickly said a few more words for Rose: "Derrick's potential is amazing. He has the potential to become an excellent scorer and organizer. Moreover... his breakthrough is the most explosive and sharpest I have ever seen, and his physical fitness is the strongest among active point guards."
"Yeah. He's really good." Michael Jordan nodded, and then continued, "But... his long-range shooting is not as accurate as Young's, his strength is not as strong as Young's, and his court temperament is not as good as Young's. But overall, he can still lead the Bulls out of trouble. However, you must build the team around him. He is the kind of player who is only suitable to be a core player."
Michael Jordan kept comparing Yang Mo to Ross, which made John Patterson very . He couldn't help but speak more seriously: "Michael, I think that kid from Miami will never become a superstar. But Derrick has all the potential to become a superstar. He can score, he can use a quick breakthrough to end the opponent's ankle, he can also smash into various wonderful dunks... In short, his style of play is that of a superstar."
When John Patterson said this, Michael Jordan couldn't help but sit up straight, pointed at Yang Mo on the court and said to John Patterson , "You may be right. Yang may never be a super scorer. But... he can easily become the cornerstone of a dynasty team. He can bring rebounds, blocks, three-pointers and dunks that can directly break the opponent's heart. Most importantly, as long as he is on the court, the team will always have confidence. This is something Derek cannot do at the moment."
"After all, isn't he just a defensive player?" John Patterson couldn't help but pour cold water on Jordan: "To be honest, I don't think highly of that guy's future. He's still too short. All his defensive and offensive abilities are based on his abnormal strength. When he passes his prime and his physical strength declines, he won't even get a veteran contract because he won't be able to survive in the restricted area by then."
"No one can guess what will happen in the future. Maybe Yang will become a player who can play both small and large forward positions?" Michael Jordan laughed. He was full of confidence in Yang Mo. He believed that a guy who always pursued victory would never fall into depravity. He would always keep improving and keep finding new ways to win.
"It's difficult because he doesn't have the ability to attack with the ball..."
Before John Patterson finished speaking, there were shouts of surprise from the stadium. Looking up at the court, Yang Mo was already hanging on the basket arrogantly. Looking up at the big screen above his head, it was replaying the scene of Yang Mo's dunk...
Yang Mo grabbed the rebound in the frontcourt and passed it directly to Qian Mos outside the three-point line, then quickly ran a fast break. In the blink of an eye, Yang Mo actually left Noah far behind and ran into the frontcourt three-point line. Qian Mo immediately passed the ball to Yang Mo.
Yang Mo received the ball and faced Luol Deng's defense, but he still quickly cut into the penalty area. When Luol Deng blocked the ball, he suddenly dribbled behind his back, broke through the defense, flashed into the penalty area, and dunked the basket!
After Yang Mo dunked the ball, the Bulls requested a timeout. Although they were still leading, Yang Mo's sudden burst on the scoring end caught them off guard. They had always thought that Yang Mo was a blue-collar laborer, but they didn't expect that he could score more crazily than Wade. In addition, Noah seemed to have a psychological problem. As Yang Mo kept hitting shots over his head, his defense became more and more powerless, and his eyes became more and more lifeless, as if he was sleepwalking.
During a timeout, Michael Jordan turned his head and smiled at the embarrassed John Patterson, saying, "Is this what you mean by inability to break through? The behind-the-back dribble just now was at least average, right? And his speed doesn't seem to be slower than Derrick Rose. At least in the running game just now, Rose didn't catch up with him."
"This..." John Patterson held it in for a long time and squeezed out a sentence: "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Turn left when you get out the door."
Jordan smiled slightly, as if he had won. At this moment, he was more determined to sign Yang Mo, and he decided to have a good talk with Lu Xueman, his former subordinate and now Yang Mo's agent. Although Yang Mo still had many shortcomings, he was still willing to bet big on Yang Mo, because his intuition told him: This Chinese boy would not let him lose!
