Chapter 182: Kill God When You Meet Him
Amid the boos from the Staples Center, the Lakers bench was in a mess, and from time to time there were two pig-like screams. Phil Jackson's face was now covered in blood, and his carefully groomed white beard was also messed . The newly bought Armani suit was completely ruined. But this was not the worst news. The worst news was that his nose was broken, and the team doctor had no way to stop his nosebleed. The cotton stuffed in was washed out again.
Finally , the team doctors had to carry him off the bench, and Phil Jackson kept wailing in pain. Not elegant at all, and even less calm. After all, how could he be elegant and calm after his nose was broken?
Phil Jackson's departure is undoubtedly very good news for the Heat. Although Phil Jackson likes to show off, no one can deny his greatness, and the nine championship rings in his coaching career are the biggest proof. Now that he has left the stadium, the Lakers' tactics will inevitably be affected.
"I really doubt whether Yang did it on purpose." TNT host Collins joked with a smile.
"It shouldn't be intentional. In fact, the main responsibility for this ball lies with Phil Jackson himself. He always likes to sit on the sidelines of the court with his eyes closed and think about things, as if he is very mysterious. Just now, everyone around him all dodged, but he was the only one who was still sitting there motionless. How could he not be hit?" Kenny Smith said angrily.
"So, is Young the first player in NBA history to knock out the opposing head coach?" Barkley suddenly asked with a smirk.
"Yes, it should be the first. Jackson also became the first head coach in history to be knocked out by an opposing player. He set a record again. I believe that with his precedent, this record will never be broken." Collins nodded and said with a smirk, " At the same time there is another good news. The blood that just shed at least reduced Phil Jackson's blood pressure by 20 mercury columns. Although this method is a bit cruel, but...isn't it because of spilling 500 grams of blood every month that women live longer than men?"
"Phil Jackson just lost more than 500 grams of blood. Why don't you consider asking Yang to give you a death block every month? That way you will live longer than a woman." Kenny Smith complained unhappily.
"I agree." Barkley raised his hands in agreement.
"Hey, man, why should I live so long? By the time I'm sixty I'll have lost eighty percent of my sexual ability, so what's the point of that?"
"Ha ha!"
While TNT was laughing, the two ball boys on the court managed to clean up the blood on the Lakers bench despite feeling sick. At this time, the referee announced that the game would continue.
When the whistle sounded to continue the game, Yang Mo ran to Pau Gasol again, pushing him hard while spewing trash talk: "Paul, do you know what your name means in Chinese? Jiasao, which means woman. Are you a woman?"
"NO." Gasol answered very firmly and decisively, trying to prove his masculinity with this firmness.
"Then why are you softer than a woman? You are so much taller than me but you still don't dare to dunk on me, and I actually blocked your shot. Tsk tsk...so pitiful, I'm less than 6 feet 5 inches! You seem to be 7 feet tall, right? You are 20 centimeters taller than me."
Gasol didn't say a word. He hated Yang Mo because Yang Mo's mouth reminded him of his opponent in last year's finals, Kevin Garnett.
The more Gasol hated him, the more Yang Mo wanted to stimulate him: "Do you think Kobe will pass the ball to you or shoot it himself next?"
“…” Gasol remained silent, but still tried hard to position himself.
"I guess he voted for himself, he wouldn't trust a sissy."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, Kobe Bryant took off from mid-range and shot... Bang! Under Dorell Wright's fierce defense like a mad dog, Kobe's shot missed.
Yang Mo jumped up and grabbed the rebound very easily.
Then the ball was handed over to Qian Mos, and the whole team ran to the front court at a very slow speed. Because Yang Mo knew that the Lakers were not afraid of running, their inside players were all fast guys, and now that the game had just started, everyone was very energetic, and playing a run-and-gun game with them would only be a dead end.
As the Heat pressed the tempo and slowly approached the front court, Kobe Bryant was very surprised. Now every Heat player gave him the feeling of a hungry wolf. He had faced Dorell Wright before, but he had never been as active as he was tonight. He was almost blocked by him just now.
Did Yang really cast some Chinese witchcraft on them?
Kobe Bryant was puzzled. At this time, Qian Mos was actually juggling the ball between his legs with Fisher. He was full of confidence and had the demeanor of a core leader. The strange thing was that Yang Mo did not stop him and let him play. The other players moved to their respective positions to open up space for him.
After playing for five or six seconds, Qianmos suddenly lowered his center of gravity, made a quick change of direction and passed the aging Fisher, then shot directly from outside the three-point line...swish!
The extremely confident Qian Moss threw in an extremely confident three-pointer.
"YES, we can!" After scoring the goal, Qian Moss pounded his chest hard and roared loudly.
At this moment, he was the absolute superstar who led the University of Kansas to win the championship. He used this three-pointer to prove that he is still the MOP of the NCAA semi-finals who defeated countless lottery picks!
At this time, Mario's father, who was sitting in front of the TV watching the game, burst into tears. He finally saw his familiar son on TV.
"Yes, you can!" Yang Mo ran to Qian Moss and excitedly high-fived him, then shouted for defense and led the team to quickly retreat to the half court.
In the following games, although the Lakers had a higher fighting capacity, they were gradually at a disadvantage in front of the energized Heat players.
This is something that the proud Lakers fans never dreamed of. But with Chalmers, Beasley, Wright and others bursting into action one after another, can they not fall behind?
With three minutes left in the first quarter, the Lakers called a timeout, which was initiated by Kobe Bryant.
At this point, the Heat were already leading by seven points, but their ace player Yang Mo had not scored a single point except for the opening dunk, scoring only 2 points, 5 rebounds, 1 block and 3 assists.
For all the fans who watched this game, tonight's game was too weird. Last night, the Heat players were so weak when playing against the Clippers, but now they all exploded and killed gods and Buddhas! Did they deliberately trick the Lakers?
