Chapter 177 Jedi Counterattack
Back in the locker room, Spoelstra clapped his hands and called all the players together. Then he said angrily: " You played shit tonight, the defense was shit, the offense was shit. I can hardly imagine that you are players of an NBA team. I can find five players from the NBDL or even the Philippine League, and they can play better offense and better defense than you."
Spoelstra's scolding made many players lower their heads, and Yang Mo also lowered his head. He felt guilty for the loss of the game.
"Yang, what do you want to say about the failure of this game?" Spoelstra quickly directed his anger on Yang Mo, trying to pull him out and whip him.
Hearing this, Yang Mo took the initiative to stand up and walked to the center of the locker room, and said very sincerely: "I'm sorry, brothers, I let you down. As the team leader, I didn't lead you to victory, it's my responsibility. But one game is nothing. This doesn't prove that we are shit. I hope that in the next game we can work together and beat the Lakers together, let the world see our strength, and let them know that we just took a nap."
Yang Mo first took the initiative to assume responsibility, and then encouraged the players and boosted their morale, which immediately improved the players' mental outlook a lot.
At this moment, Spoelstra directed all his firepower at Yang Mo: "Yes, it was your mistake. First, you left the team without permission in a very unprofessional manner, and then you took too many shots on the court. You took two-fifths of the team's shots, but only scored 28 points..."
Spoelstra's words were very sharp, as if he wanted to overwhelm Yang Mo, the leader, at once . He wanted to establish absolute authority in the team, and now was undoubtedly the best time for him. First, the team lost, and second, Yang Mo was the first to admit responsibility. If he didn't start the fight now, when would he?
Spoelstra feels the timing is perfect, with the right time, right place and right people.
However, he did have the upper hand in terms of timing and location. The most important factor was that he did not have the support of his teammates. Haslem, who had just had an internal conflict with Yang Mo, took the initiative to stand up when Spoelstra loudly criticized Yang Mo: "Coach, this is not Yang's responsibility alone. His shots were taken when we couldn't throw the basketball in, and they were basically concentrated in the fourth quarter."
Haslem stood up to speak for Yang Mo, and all the players were shocked, including Spoelstra. Yang Mo was even more surprised, and he looked at Haslem in disbelief, thinking: Shouldn't you be adding insult to injury at this time?
When everyone found it incredible, Haslem continued, "Yes, I used to be dissatisfied with Yang becoming our leader. But in these few games he has proved to us that he is the best choice when Dwyane is not here. He is full of fighting spirit every minute and every second on the court, he never gives up, he will jump out of the court for a rebound, and he will fall down desperately for a block... He works so hard for this team, I have no reason to doubt and envy him anymore. I hope all the players can stand firmly behind him, give him support, and let him lead us out of trouble. I believe that when Dwyane comes back, our team will be full of fighting spirit, we will enter the playoffs again, and even go further. And now, all we have to do is unite behind Yang and win all the victories we can!"
After Haslem finished his passionate speech, applause broke out in the locker room, and every player was applauding.
At this moment, the barriers between the Heat players were finally completely eliminated, and Yang Mo finally gained everyone's trust.
"Thank you, thank you." Yang Mo was very moved and bowed twice to his teammates who were applauding. Then he clenched his fist and shouted excitedly: "Maybe our current staffing is not complete, maybe we still have this or that defect. But? Can we really not win? I believe that each of us was a child of destiny before entering the NBA. Since our past was so glorious, why are we so decadent now? I hope everyone can show their previous momentum and tell the world that we are not weak and we can beat anyone. I believe we can win every victory, what about you?"
Under Yang Mo's encouragement, every player recalled the past when they could command the support of hundreds of people . As Yang Mo said , everyone who could enter the NBA was once a child of destiny. Yang Mo's words now undoubtedly inspired their youthful frivolity. No one was willing to be a salted fish lying in a stinking ditch. Yang Mo's words touched their past, and their ambitions and arrogance were awakening.
"Now, tell me loudly: yes! We can!" Yang Mo shouted almost loudly.
Under the influence of Yang Mo's excitement, their ambitions were instantly aroused, and they shouted in unison: "Yes! We can!"
Seeing his teammates full of fighting spirit, Yang Mo waved his hands fiercely and shouted, "Can we win tomorrow night?"
"Yes! We can!"
Everyone roared at the top of their lungs.
At this moment, the momentum is as high as a rainbow!
The coaching staff standing nearby couldn't help but get excited when they saw this scene. This moment brought them back to the 2006 Heat championship, when the team was just as arrogant and full of momentum.
Finally... are we finally going to regain the glory of the championship?
They touched their eyes and found they were wet.
Seeing his players burst out with overwhelming momentum under the leadership of Yang Mo, Spoelstra couldn't help but feel a little desperate. It seems that Yang Mo's core position has been firmly determined, and even if Dwyane comes back, the players will still obey him.
He never thought that he would not be able to defeat him in the end, but let him fight back and establish his absolute core position. He was really getting more and more confused about Yang Mo. Why was he always able to turn the tide when others thought he was doomed? Was there really any magic in him?
When Spoelstra was feeling desperate and lost, Yang Mo's cell phone rang. Ding-ling-ling-ling, Yang Mo ran to pick it up and saw that it was Liu Yifei calling.
