Chapter 157: The best defense?
While the domestic commentator was looking forward to a bright future, Yao Ming scored again, and this time he earned a foul from Yang Mo.
He returned to the half court and still blocked Magloire for the ball. When Alston passed the ball in, Yang Mo rushed out to steal the ball, but Yao Ming had already seen his movements from the corner of his eyes and grabbed the basketball first. After receiving the basketball, he quickly turned around and bumped into Yang Mo, then deliberately used an awkward move to shoot the basketball...Swish!
The basketball went into the net and the referee decisively called a foul on Yang Mo.
Although Yang Mo felt innocent in this foul, he had no choice. Who made him fall for it? So, he did not argue and accepted the punishment.
"Little boy, you are still a little young." Yao Ming did not forget to tease Yang Mo in Chinese when he stood on the free throw line.
After hearing this, Yang Mo directly responded with trash talk: "What's so great about picking up a pile of dog shit with the help of the referee?"
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Yao Ming was a little slow to react, and it took him a while to realize that Yang Mo was just saying he was lucky. He wanted to fight back, but Yang Mo had already run to the front to get a rebound. He suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, as he had never seen a Chinese player speak so harshly.
"This kid really doesn't want to suffer any loss. With his vindictive personality, it's no wonder he was able to suppress a group of veteran players to rise to the top as a rookie player. He's too strong."
Yao Ming muttered to himself that he actually admired Yang Mo very much. He thought it was a good thing that Yang Mo had such a strong personality. One had to be more domineering when playing basketball. He just suffered from not being domineering enough and was often teased and mocked on the court.
Bang!
I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something, but he, who was always accurate in free throws, actually missed the free throw. Yang Mo immediately squeezed Scola aside and easily grabbed the rebound, then passed it to Mario Chalmers. Just as he was about to run a fast break, he found that Artest and Weaver were already waiting in the half court. He had no choice but to let Chalmers slow down and slowly run towards the front court.
While running to the front court, Yang Mo joked to Yao Ming beside him: "You just got lucky and got a foul, but in the end it turned into a rebound and was returned to me? This is called good and evil will be rewarded in the end, do you understand?"
Yao Ming felt that Yang Mo was talking trash to him, and he thought it was very annoying. If he had known that Yang Mo would be so difficult to deal with on the court, he would not have invited the couple to have lunch. How could someone eat his own food and then scold himself? Isn't it said that he is soft-hearted? This guy is very hard-mouthed!
Yang Mo said a few words, then quickened his pace and came to the free throw line. Just as he was about to ask for the ball, Artest came up to him. Just as he said, the Rockets had specially sent him to defend tonight.
"Kid, don't even think about scoring a goal over my head. I told you I'd show you how powerful I am." Artest followed Yang Mo closely while speaking harshly, completely forgetting the lesson Yang Mo had taught him before the game started .
Yang Mo originally didn't want to play one-on-one, but now that Artest said so, he had no choice but to play one-on-one.
Yang Mo has a bad temper. If you dare to provoke me, I will trample you to death immediately. I will never play the game of "a gentleman's revenge is never too late" and "sit on a bed of straw and taste gall". If I want to kill you, I will kill you right away, so that you won't be annoyed by my nonsense.
Immediately, Yang Mo blocked Artest , and then reached out for the ball. Artest had been exerting force from behind Yang Mo, trying to make it difficult for Yang Mo to block his position. But? His strength was really not enough, it was like a seven-year-old child trying to push a strong man, isn't it just like tickling?
Artest is indeed strong, but that is only relative to outside players. Yang Mo is the strongest center in NBA history. In the NBA, the Shark's peak strength is enough to kill anyone who stands in his way. Receiving the ball is just three steps: one is to dunk, two is to push the opponent away, and three is to turn around and dunk. It's that simple. No matter how many people hang on me, no one can stop me from dunking.
The shark's peak strength is concentrated in Yang Mo's 1.94-meter height. One can imagine the energy released by each muscle.
Therefore, Yang Mo easily caught the basketball passed by Qian Moss, and then decisively used the inside technique... Bang! Puff! Bang! Puff!
Yang Mo slapped the ball and kept hitting it. At the first two times, Artest could still hold on with gritted teeth. At the third time, he had to reduce his strength, because if he continued to resist like this, he would be knocked down. Artest didn't want to lose face, so he had to reduce his strength.
Seeing that he had released his strength, Yang Mo stopped trying to squeeze into the inside. After all, there were four people in the inside, one was two meters twenty-six, one was two meters ten, and there were two others who were around two meters eight. The restricted area was completely packed, so Yang Mo decided not to go in and join in the fun.
So, when Yang Mo took a step into the free throw line, his shoulders suddenly shook, and Artest hurried over to try to defend him closely. But as soon as he got close, Yang Mo's buttocks lifted up... poof!
It hit him right in the lower body, and he subconsciously let out an "oh" and took a deep breath.
At this moment, Yang Mo suddenly turned around with her hips pressed against his body, and then quickly pointed the ball into the sky. The action was so realistic and fast that Artest subconsciously jumped up. Seeing this, Yang Mo quickly moved forward, and just like Yao Ming tricked himself into committing a foul, he relied on Artest's body to awkwardly throw the basketball... Ding!
As soon as the basketball flew out of the hand, the referee blew the whistle.
Bang! The basketball hit the top of the basket, and the Rockets fans breathed a sigh of relief. Just as Scola was about to grab the backboard, the basketball actually fell straight into the net...Shua!
Yes!
Yang Mo saw the ball go into the net and waved her arms excitedly. Then she said to Artest who was fouled, "Is this the defensive technique of the best defensive player in the NBA? How come it's similar to Uncle Wang from my old neighborhood? He's a retired worker and his left leg was injured in the Korean War. Your defensive moves are exactly the same. Did you also fight in the Korean battlefield?"
Being teased and ridiculed by Yang Mo, Artest's old face turned purple. He was so angry that he kept adjusting his breathing. He was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions and punch Yang Mo in the face.
Yang Mo was not afraid of this at all. If he dared to make a move first, Yang Mo would beat him into a sesame cake in minutes.
