Chapter 190 Don't Cry
Yang Mo felt good, but the Lakers fans felt frustrated. Is there anything more uncomfortable than watching the opponent's small guy doing whatever he wants in his own restricted area? It feels like someone ran into your house and fucked your woman, but you can't do anything about it and can only watch him fuck her to orgasm.
"Bynum, Gasol, you are the best twin tower combination in the league!"
Lakers fans were so disappointed in their hearts that two All-Star centers with maximum salaries were overwhelmed by a short guy who was less than 6 feet 5 meters tall. It would be so embarrassing and disgraceful if this were made public!
Back in the half court, the Lakers immediately passed the ball to Gasol who was in position. All the Lakers fans were expecting Gasol to teach Yang Mo a lesson and let him know what an All-Star level inside player is.
But... Gasol disappointed everyone again. He pushed back hard a few times but failed to move forward at all. Instead, he retreated two steps and decisively passed the ball to Kobe Bryant on the outside.
Seeing Gasol pass the ball, the whole audience sighed. They all knew Gasol was weak, but they didn't expect Gasol to be so weak.
This is simply cotton candy!
After having two consecutive frontcourt rebounds snatched over his head, he turned around and tried a few one-on-one shots without any results and then simply passed the ball away. At least you could have taken a shot. If you missed, at least you'd have had some way out!
However, Gasol obviously didn't think about that. He just felt that Yang Mo was too annoying, and he hated force contact. So, he gave the ball to Kobe and let Kobe solve the battle.
Kobe Bryant took the ball, looked at Gasol with great dissatisfaction, then took the initiative to break through, stopped suddenly near the free throw line and made a fadeaway jump shot... bang!
The basketball missed the target, and Yang Mo easily grabbed the rebound. Because Gasol and Bynum, the two so-called top inside players, had no awareness of fighting for the frontcourt rebounds. When they saw the basketball missed the target, they turned around and ran away. This awareness is no wonder that they are so tall but have less than 10 rebounds per game. Yang Mo, who is 1.94 meters tall, has two or three more rebounds than them.
Yang Mo easily grabbed the rebound, turned around and passed it to Qian Moss, then slowly ran to the frontcourt at a low tempo.
After Yang Mo arrived at the half court, he immediately blocked Gasol's position. Gasol was obviously in a state of depression. If he was not smothered with a club at this time, he would probably come to his senses. He had to be killed while he was weak, and he could not be lenient.
Yang Mo was firmly in position, and Gasol couldn't move at all. He could only watch Yang Mo catch the ball. Then... bang!
Yang Mo pushed him back violently, and he was immediately shocked and felt pain all over his body. He quickly took a step back and stopped making any physical contact with Yang Mo. To Gasol, Yang Mo was a powerful bull. If he didn't want to die, he had to stay away from him.
While Gasol was keeping a distance, Yang Mo suddenly turned around and faced the basket. Gasol quickly came up to him... When fighting him, he was afraid of Yang Mo's strength, but when fighting head-on, he could use his height and wingspan advantage.
He thought that Yang Mo would definitely not be able to escape from his grasp this time, and he thought that he could finally hold his head high .
He was very happy and excited. At the same time, Yang Mo suddenly pushed the basketball up to the sky. He subconsciously shifted his center of gravity, but he was still not fooled. He knew very well that with his height and wingspan, he could defend Yang Mo even without jumping.
"Don't try to trick me into jumping. I won't be fooled." Gasol slowly accumulated a little confidence.
"Well, since you won't be fooled, then this is the only way!"
Yang Mo shook his head and groaned, then swung the ball to the left. Gasol's eyes quickly looked to the left. He thought Yang Mo was going to pass the ball, so he quickly reached out to the left to block it.
At the moment when he stretched out his left hand, Yang Mo, who was swinging the ball, suddenly stopped, then moved closer to meet his open left hand, and threw the ball in an extremely awkward posture... Bang! Swish!
The basketball hit the backboard and went into the basket.
drop!
The referee blew the whistle, indicating that Gasol committed a hand foul. The goal was valid and an additional free throw was awarded.
This penalty caused a round of boos from Staples, but Gasol was not angry at all, because he was indeed fooled. At this moment, the confidence he had accumulated with great difficulty was completely shattered. He said he would not be fooled, but in the end he was buried in a pit.
Swish!
Yang Mo scored the free throw very easily. After scoring the free throw, he did not mock Gasol, but just shook his head sympathetically. This action was more effective than any other mockery for Gasol. He was immediately wilted! He never dreamed that not only was he suppressed physically, but even his proud skills were cheated. It was so pitiful.
Gasol was limp, and Kobe finally panicked. The game was out of his control from the beginning. After Phil Jackson was beaten and sent off with blood all over his face, the Lakers never had a smooth run and were constantly being suppressed by the Heat.
The Heat are the worst of the worst teams. If they lose this game, it's hard to say whether Yang Mo will become a legend, but the Lakers will definitely become a laughing stock. The team that shouted at the beginning of the season to "compete for the championship" was actually defeated by a weak team in the Eastern Conference. How embarrassing!
Others can afford to lose face, but Kobe Bryant cannot.
So, when running back to the frontcourt, he pulled Bynum aside and said, "Andrew, you will defend Yang later. Don't be irritated by him. You have to defeat him with your performance on the court, not your fists. Do you understand?"
"Understood." Bynum nodded heavily. Ever since he came back on the court, he had been looking forward to the head-on confrontation with Yang Mo all the time. He was already very unhappy about being blocked by a sneak attack just now. He had been gathering his strength in his heart, and now it was finally his turn.
At that moment, he couldn't help but roar in excitement, causing everyone to look at him sideways, wondering if the kid was stupid.
However, Bynum ran back to the front court amidst everyone's strange looks, pointed at Yang Mo and said insolently: "From now on, your opponent is me, come on!"
Yang Mo rolled her eyes at him unhappily and pretended to be confused and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"
Yang Mo deliberately ignored the high-spirited Bynum and immediately went crazy again. He gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait and see, I will grab rebounds over your head one after another, smash in dunks one after another, and let you know that I, Andrew Bynum, am not so easy to mess with."
cut!
Yang Mo snorted disdainfully, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to stay beside Gasol. There are so many people who say harsh words these days. Even Dan Pierre dares to say that he is the second center. How can Yang Mo care about it?
Seeing that Yang Mo didn't take him seriously at all, Bynum's anger burned even more vigorously. What could be more hateful than "you hate someone with all your teeth, but they don't take you seriously at all"?
Just wait, I will let you see how powerful I am.
Bynum roared in his heart and quickly blocked Magloire's position. Seeing how active he was, Kobe Bryant immediately passed the ball in. After receiving the ball, Bynum immediately pushed in twice, opened up some space, and then immediately turned over, taking advantage of the time difference when Magloire could not react in time, and quickly shot...Swish!
The basketball was thrown into the basket.
Bynum immediately became even more arrogant. He pointed at Yang Mo and said, "Come on, rookie. Don't let this old man bear your anger. Come, taste my power for yourself."
To be honest, Yang Mo really didn't know what was so arrogant about Bynum throwing a ball in less than a meter away from the basket. He thought to himself, if I were 2.18 meters tall, wouldn't it be like a piece of cake for me to throw in a ball like this?
"Do you really want to compete with me?" Yang Mo asked calmly, tilting his head.
"Yes." Bynum nodded firmly and said, "Don't try to evade me. I am going to beat you to death tonight."
"Oh, okay." Yang Mo nodded and said, "Since you want to fight me so much, don't cry later!"
