Chapter 16 Shocking the Four
"The game has finally begun."
After landing, Yang Mo closed his eyes, muttered something in his heart, then turned around and quickly ran back to the half court.
For Yang Mo, tonight was his first step onto the basketball stage. The previous matches might not .
At the same time, Zhou Yiyi, who was sitting on the rostrum, cheered excitedly and kept shouting Yang Mo's name. After shouting for a while, he did not forget to say to her father: "Dad, wasn't that a beautiful shot just now?"
Zhou Wenhai's face was dark. The better Yang Mo played, the more unhappy he was. He was against his daughter being associated with a basketball player. If this got out, it would be too embarrassing for him.
At this time, the game had already reached the half court. Bartel was knocked to the ground by Yang Mo's back-to-back singles, and he was very dissatisfied. He made a living by relying on strength. Although he is a little old now, he still has strength. Now he was knocked down by an unknown little guy. How could he swallow this breath?
So, when Battel returned to the half court, he blocked Yang Mo's hand and asked for the ball.
As he blocked the way, Yang Mo pushed forward with all his strength. The two forces collided, and Bartel immediately understood Yang Mo's strength, which surprised him because he couldn't gain the upper hand at all, and even had a bit of an unstable footing. If it weren't for his height and weight advantage, he would have been pushed away long ago.
Batel's strength has always been top-notch in the country. Only Tang Zhengdong of the Jiangsu team in CBA can compete with him. Now an unknown boy has emerged out of nowhere, and he is so strong.
Batel reached out for the ball and Liu Wei quickly passed it to him. Now everyone on the court knew that Batel wanted to get back his ground, so they all moved away and let the two of them duel one-on-one.
Just when the basketball was about to be caught by Batel, Yang Mo suddenly turned around and quickly moved in front of Batel... snap!
Before the old Battel could react, the basketball that was so close to him was suddenly interrupted. Then he saw Yang Mo rushing out, running towards the frontcourt with the ball that originally belonged to him.
Bartel hurried to chase, but he was old after all, and his speed was not fast. Before he could catch up for two steps, Yang Mo had already crossed the half court. Seeing that his teammates had already returned to defense, he simply stopped, supported his knees with his hands and gasped for breath. Looking at Yang Mo running like the wind, he shook his head helplessly and said with some sadness: "I am old, I can't refuse to accept my age."
After Yang Mo dribbled the ball across half court, Liu Wei and Yi Li immediately surrounded him, and he quickly passed the ball to Harris on the left. After Harris took the ball and attracted the defense's attention, he suddenly accelerated and rushed into the penalty area.
Harris was in sync with Yang Mo and threw the ball high up. Yang Mo looked at the basketball flying towards him, jumped up suddenly, caught the basketball in the air and slammed it hard into the basket... Boom!
Yang Mo's powerful alley-oop made the whole audience exclaim. This is a top five NBA goal. From stealing the ball to fast break, and then to alley-oop, it was as smooth as flowing water.
Amid the cheers of the entire audience, Yang Mo jumped back to the ground with an arrogant look on his face, pointed at the ceiling of the gymnasium, and shouted wantonly: "No one can stop me!"
Yang Mo's roar was extremely arrogant, but it caused the audience to exclaim in surprise.
They just like such arrogant players. Basketball is a passionate sport. If they are not arrogant, can they still be called young people?
Compared with the 'boiling frog in warm water' style of play of Chinese players, Yang Mo's style is certainly more attractive.
Powell on the sidelines was so surprised that he trembled. His hands kept writing lines of words in his notebook: flexible footwork, excellent wingspan, sharp judgment, strong subconsciousness. And most importantly, strong style of play. He heavily marked three asterisks behind this sentence.
Sometimes, the dividing line between a star player and an ordinary player is not the skills, but the style of play. A strong and tough player can bring endless chemical reactions to the team. Every team needs such players to stabilize the morale of the team. Unfortunately, such players are becoming less and less in today's league.
At this time, in the heart of the die-hard Heat fan Powell, he was already imagining the scene of Yang Mo fighting side by side with Dwyane Wade. The Heat's inside line really needs such a tough guy.
He quickly turned on the DV camera. He couldn't wait to record the game footage and then quickly send it to Mr. Pat Riley to let him know how outstanding this kid was.
"Dad, Dad, did you see that? Another dunk!" Zhou Yiyi on the podium excitedly pulled Zhou Wenhai's sleeve and said.
Zhou Wenhai looked unhappy, but he still forced a smile and said, "I see."
"Is she powerful?" Zhou Yiyi asked again quickly. She now urgently needed her father's recognition of Yang Mo.
But Zhou Wenhai didn't want Yang Mo to be with Zhou Yiyi from the beginning. No matter how good Yang Mo was at basketball, he wouldn't be tempted. But he still perfunctorily said, "Great."
Zhou Yiyi was even happier when he saw his father praising Yang Mo.
At this time, the game has continued. Mingyang team brought the basketball to the front court. Liu Wei's lateral pass was a little too far, and Harris, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, directly stole it. After Harris stole the ball, he quickly made a fast break, and Yang Mo followed. These two people's fast break awareness is undoubtedly the best in the Jinding team. Before the other three players understood what was going on, the two had already passed the half court.
After half-court, the defensive players immediately surrounded Harris, and Harris quickly passed the ball to Yang Mo. Yang Mo took the basketball and was already one step outside the three-point line . At this moment, Yang Mo did not hesitate at all and jumped directly... swish!
The basketball went into the net, a clean three-pointer.
When the basketball went into the net, Yang Mo still kept shooting, and the audience cheered. At this time, the audience's emotions were all aroused by Yang Mo. It took Yang Mo less than a minute to turn all the more than 3,000 audience members into his fans.
This is called stadium temperament.
As long as Yang Mo is on the court, he has countless ways to ignite the entire court, whether it is through scoring or defense. This temperament is mysterious, but it does exist. Just like Michael Jordan, no matter how many points his team is behind, as long as he is on the court, the fans will not lose hope. This is something that is born, and Yang Mo also has it.
“The feel is all back.”
Yang Mo shook his fist vigorously. He was extremely excited. When he needed the feel of his touch the most, it returned.
"A natural shooter, perfect!"
Powell excitedly wrote this line in his notebook. He liked Yang Mo so much. He never thought that there would be such a genius waiting for him before he came. He couldn't wait to see Yang Mo put on the Miami jersey.
This guy can not only defend in the restricted area, but also throw in three-pointers on offense. Isn't this the teammate Dwyane Wade needs most? The two of them will definitely have a wonderful chemical reaction. Maybe they will be the next Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen.
"Dad..." Seeing Yang Mo throw in another three-pointer, Zhou Yiyi excitedly wanted to say something to her father, but Zhou Wenhai had already stood up and walked towards the toilet.
