Chapter 211 Comrades, thank you for your hard work
After Yang Mo made up his mind, he immediately dribbled the ball backwards slowly.
Looking at Yang Mo hunching over and retreating, all the players and the audience didn't understand what Yang Mo was going to do.
What happened to Yang? Why did he retreat? There were people guarding him!
Everyone was very confused because this action was so confusing!
When everyone was puzzled, Yang Mo had already retreated to the midline. At this time, Yang Mo suddenly exerted his strength, slapped the ball and rushed to the penalty area... Seeing Yang Mo's speed getting faster and faster, everyone finally realized: Yang Mo retreated to better sprint to the penalty area.
Seeing Yang Mo rushing towards him like a cannonball, with a strong wind blowing around him, Boris Dio screamed subconsciously and quickly hid to the side. He didn't dare to stop Yang Mo, because if he was hit, his ribs would definitely be broken. This was simply a raging little steel cannon!
Although Boris Dio was a bit of a wimp, it was undeniable that this was a smart choice. With his small body, if he was hit by the fast-moving Yang Mo, he would definitely fall to the ground and be sent to the hospital.
If LeBron James rushes like an armored tank equipped with a 36-cylinder engine, then Yang Mo's running with all his might is definitely like a cannonball, and anyone who touches him will fall down!
A simple addition will make the problem clear at a glance. When O'Neal's strength plus Iverson's speed impact an object, the effect that can be produced can be imagined.
Seeing Yang Mo rushing towards the restricted area with a strong momentum, Stoudemire swallowed his saliva subconsciously. He was very nervous because he was also afraid. This guy was like a wild bull running wildly, but he didn't have the confidence to control this bull. First of all, he didn't have a red cloth, and secondly... he was also afraid of getting hurt!
He hesitated for half a second, and finally decided to show his manliness and block Yang Mo's shot. So, he gritted his teeth and tightened his legs, ready to jump and block Yang Mo at any time.
Just when he had made all the preparations, Yang Mo, who had rushed into the free throw line, took two steady steps and soared up like a rocket, flying towards the basket with incredible force.
Although his jumping height is not strong, his explosive power is not strong, his dunk trajectory is a straight line, and he did not make any fake moves. But... he is so confident that he believes that violent acceleration can easily destroy Stoudemire.
Yang Mo was extremely confident, but Stadler was afraid as he looked at Yang Mo who was attacking him like a cannonball. He hesitated for half a second, but finally jumped high and stretched out his arms to block Yang Mo.
He wasn't very confident when he jumped, but he knew he had to do it, and maybe he could actually block it.
When Yang Mo's body hit him, he finally realized that he was overthinking. This guy was not a human being at all, but a beast.
Bang!
As the two bodies collided, the combined force generated by the violent force and the incredible speed instantly hit Stoudemire who was jumping on the spot. Stoudemire was hit so hard that his 280-pound body flew backwards without any room to stay.
Yes, he couldn't stop his body from falling backwards at all, and all he could do after being knocked away in mid-air was to grit his teeth and cover his chest with his aching ribs, and then welcome the close contact of his back with the floor.
After Yang Mo knocked Stoudemire away, his body still maintained a forward trajectory. Although the force was offset a lot, it was enough to support him for a dunk... Boom!
At the moment when Yang Mo slammed the basketball into the basket, Stoudemire also fell to the ground... Bang! His back landed directly out of bounds. Fortunately several cheerleaders in front of him supported his head, otherwise he would have been concussed.
Ouch!
When he screamed, Yang Mo just fell off the basket. Then he saw Yang Mo pointing at him with disdain, "I said I would dunk on you. Are you satisfied now ?"
Yang Mo's lesson made him very unhappy, but his mind was filled with the pain in his chest and back. He couldn't organize a coherent sentence at all. He could only watch Yang Mo being arrogant in front of him.
"Son of a bitch, you deserve a beating!" Yang Mo cursed in Chinese with disdain. It was not that he was bullying Stadler because he could not understand Chinese, but he felt that only Chinese could express his ideas. Although English was good, he could not grasp the essence.
After cursing, he turned around and opened his arms, accepting the cheers and admiration from the fans.
At this time, the whole audience was cheering wildly under the lead of the DJ. It was so cool. This dunk was even more exciting than the one Dwyane dunked last year when he dunked Varejao out of the court. You know, the opponent was Stoudemire, who was known for his abnormal physical fitness, but... he was nothing now! Yang Mo dunked him out of the court with one dunk!
drop!
The referee saw that Stoudemire's face was getting paler and paler, so he quickly requested a timeout and asked the Suns' team doctor to come up and treat Stoudemire, so that he wouldn't be dunked to death by such a dunk. After all, he had just watched the whole process from a close distance outside the court and knew better than anyone how brutal this ball was. The moment Yang Mo bumped into Stoudemire, he couldn't help but feel a little stuffy in his chest, as if he had bumped into himself.
Seeing the game ended, Yang Mo excitedly jumped onto the technical platform again , and first excitedly saluted the fans with the Young Pioneers of the People's Republic of China, which prompted all the fans to return the salute with the American military salute. Then he put his right hand on his ear and shouted wantonly: "Comrades, are you happy?"
"Awesome!" All the Miami fans screamed at the top of their lungs, expressing their love for Yang Mo and their extreme appreciation for the dunk with their greatest passion.
"Thank you for your hard work, comrades!"
Yang Mo smiled and waved to the fans, like a leader reviewing his troops.
Although the fans didn't understand what Yang Mo was saying, they quickly and spontaneously responded: "Super young! Super young!"
At first their shouts were somewhat chaotic, but soon they became uniform.
Although they did not shout "Serve the People", considering that these Americans had low political awareness, Yang Mo let it go. She waved her hand, turned around and jumped off the stage.
Yang Mo patted her butt and left, but CCTV, which broadcast the scene live, was embarrassed. The studio was silent. Even the hypocritical Yu Jia didn't know what to say. If this happened in ancient times, it would be a sign of disloyalty! Even if it was thirty or forty years ago, he would be labeled a counter-revolutionary. Is this the rhythm of leading a group of Americans to rebel?
The CCTV studio was silent, but the Chinese fans watching on TV were laughing and slapping their thighs: Damn, that's awesome! Yang Mo is awesome, and that Young Pioneer salute is so damn cool! The Americans are really interesting, they will join in the fun no matter what slogans are shouted, so funny !
After a minute of calm, CCTV finally opened the topic after Yu Jia coughed twice awkwardly: "Uh! Yang Mo is indeed passionate, and the fans in Miami are really supportive. They can also join in the fun in Chinese."
Coach Zhang heard this and tried to hold back his smile, saying, "Americans have a sense of humor. Of course, Yang Mo is also quite humorous."
"It's quite a dark humor..." Yu Jia couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Haha, it's quite humorous."
Coach Zhang couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard him say this.
The director saw this and couldn't continue broadcasting, so he quickly cut the commercials.
