Chapter 228: Constraints Everywhere
After a series of warm-up activities at the Heat's home court, the game finally began.
When the DJ on the scene called out Yang Mo's name for the first time in a long tone, the sound waves in the entire American Airlines Center exploded. Everyone was shouting "super yang", and the sound waves covered one wave after another, like the mushroom cloud rising from an atomic bomb explosion.
Today, Yang Mo is not only the ace star of the Miami Heat, but also the city hero of the entire Miami. Everyone likes him, whether they love basketball or not. His pursuit of criminals on the coastline brought glory to Miami. They regard Yang Mo as one of their own and a cultural totem.
The fans shouted for nearly two minutes before the DJ introduced the next players. Of course, the next players did not enjoy the same treatment as superheroes, after all, they did not bravely chase the kidnappers. If the first three were willing, Dwyane Wade, who was the last to appear, would inevitably feel a little emotional. Although he had guessed this would be the ending, he still felt a little depressed when it came.
A month ago he was the only king in Miami, and a month later, the former little brother Yang Mo became the new darling of the fans, with all the applause and cheers given to him.
When Wade was feeling frustrated, the game had officially started. Joel Anthony and Dwight Howard stood at both ends of the center line. When the referee blew the whistle and threw the ball up, the two jumped at the same time... snap!
But the difference in talent still allowed Howard to easily pass the ball to Nelson behind him.
At this time, the Magic's lineup was Nelson, Pietrus, Turkoglu, Lewis and Howard. Although they were not short in height, from the perspective of personnel deployment, it was a combination of one big and four small players. Four people shot outside, and Howard was alone inside to grab rebounds.
Although Howard is the leader of this team, he does all the dirty work, and his shooting rights can only rank third or fourth. To put it in an appropriate way, he has the body of a lady but the life of a maid.
The reason why Stan Van Gundy dared to play like this is because he had great confidence in Howard and he believed that Howard could dominate the rebounds.
Howard did dominate the rebounding list, but there was a player on the Heat who was only 0.9 rebounds behind him, and that player was Yang Mo. Yang Mo's ability to firmly occupy the second place in the rebounding list with a net height of 1.94 meters was a resounding slap in the face to those expert commentators who had previously predicted that he would not be able to gain a foothold in the interior, and it was also a humiliation to those inside big men who were easily 7 feet tall: I can grab so many rebounds at less than 6 feet 5 inches, why don't you just die? What's the point of being so tall!
After Nelson took control of the ball, he did not rush forward, but instead moved forward at a slower pace.
Although the Magic have a strange lineup, their defense is at the top of the league, and they don't play fast breaks, at most they play two defensive counterattacks. They are a pure shooting team, from the first to the fourth position are all all-weather shooters, plus Howard at the fifth position is a strong rebounder, so they have a strong position in the Eastern Conference.
I have to say that Stan Van Gundy, a man who looks like a pig and even Armani paid him not to wear its suits, does have some skills.
Nelson brought the ball to the frontcourt. Facing Chalmers' attack, he quickly called Howard out. After a pick-and-roll, he made a jump shot...swish!
A smooth three-pointer!
After Nelson made the three-pointer, Yang Mo wanted to comfort Qian Moss and ask him to hit the next ball back, but when he saw Wade was on the court, he decided not to interfere in order to avoid any misunderstanding. He ran back with his head down.
Back in the half court, Yang Mo subconsciously blocked Lewis's position. Lewis, with his small physique, was no match for Yang Mo, and was immediately blocked. Qian Mos saw Yang Mo blocking the position and immediately passed the ball in .
Yang Mo received the ball and immediately pushed it in... bang!
Lewis held on for a while and then retreated decisively. He didn't want to have his bones broken by this wild bull.
As soon as Lewis dodged, Yang Mo subconsciously turned around and made a jump shot...Swish!
The basketball went into the net.
The scene was filled with cheers, and Yang Mo was about to wave his arms to celebrate with the fans. Spoelstra on the sidelines was already yelling at Chalmers: "Mario, didn't I tell you to pass the ball to Dwyane? Dwyane is the core of the offense now!"
Only half of Spoelstra's words were addressed to Qian Moss, and the other half was of course addressed to Yang Mo who was blocking for position. He meant for Yang Mo to stop blocking and just watch Wade play.
Yang Mo felt a little indignant when he heard this instruction: I had a very good opportunity to force a mismatch when I played against Lewis, so why didn't you let me break the gap at this point? Form a powerful offensive firepower point! ?
Back in the half court, Yang Mo could only run back and forth behind Lewis. He couldn't just let him shoot, right?
When Yang Mo ran, the only person who could stop Howard in the restricted area was attracted away. Then... he naturally got what he wanted.
Bang!
Pietrus missed the shot, and Howard easily grabbed the rebound. He passed it to Nelson for a shot... bang!
Nelson missed again, Howard grabbed the frontcourt rebound again and passed it to Pietrus...bang!
The basketball still didn't go in, so Howard jumped up again to grab the rebound, and this time he took the initiative to put the ball into the basket.
Anthony had no way to stop Howard's lawlessness. He could only watch Howard grab one offensive rebound after another in front of him. He was helpless. This is the difference between a bench player and a superstar.
Joel Anthony felt helpless, and Yang Mo was even more helpless than him. He felt that he had no strength to use, and the current game was not at the rhythm he liked. In this tactical system, all his advantages were hidden, and he could only run uselessly with Lewis and consume his energy.
Dwyane Wade was like a fish in water. He took over the ball and kept rushing into the penalty area.
In the fifth minute of the game, Stan Van Gundy called a timeout. The Heat were leading by one point at this time because Dwyane Wade was in hot form tonight, shooting from inside and outside.
Wade was in high spirits, but Yang Mo seemed helpless. He felt that even Dorell Wright could do what he did. In the first five minutes, he scored 2 points and 1 backcourt rebound.
After all the frustration, he simply said to Spoelstra: "My foot is a little cramped, please let Beasley play."
When Spoelstra heard that Yang Mo wanted to rest, he immediately replaced him with Beasley. Before Wade came back, Spoelstra was obedient to Yang Mo like a dog. Now that Wade is back, he has someone to rely on again. He wanted to kick Yang Mo away. After all, he can win the game even if Wade is there.
After the game resumed, Yang Mo sat on the bench in a daze. This was definitely not the game he wanted. He didn't want to be a mediocre player playing with Wade. He wanted to control the pace of the game, he wanted to control everything. He felt that only when he controlled the game could he bring his talent to its limit.
However, it is impossible for two tigers to exist in one mountain.
"Do I really have to stay in this team until the day Dwyane gets old?" Yang Mo muttered to himself as he watched Wade break through the penalty area and score again on the court.
When Yang Mo was extremely confused, Pat Riley came over and sat down next to Yang Mo. He smiled and said, "You are not used to this rhythm, right?"
"Yeah." Yang Mo nodded without any hesitation.
"But you played well when you first came in?" Pat Riley continued to smile and said, "At that time, you would actively seek opportunities when there were no opportunities, instead of waiting for the basketball to be passed to you to dominate and control the rhythm of the game."
"The me back then and the me now are very different in terms of . I finally mastered some offensive skills, and my technical style has gradually developed towards the outside. Now you want me to give up all of this and return to the inside. Sorry, I can't do it." Yang Mo said very directly: "My previous goal was to gain a foothold in the NBA, and now I have proved that I can do it. My current goal is to become a super striker who can score and defend, so I must have the ball."
Yang Mo spoke very directly, and Pat Riley immediately felt the very strong desire in his heart.
He scratched his head vigorously, and finally said slowly: "I will let the coaching staff design an offensive tactic for you, but you can't exceed Dwyane's number of shots."
"Okay." Yang Mo nodded and agreed. After all, he knew that this was Wade's team and he was a newcomer after all. It would be nice to have a certain degree of freedom!
After Yang Mo nodded, Pat Riley walked over to the coaching staff and actively discussed strategies with them. They didn't want to use Yang Mo, a heavy tank, as a tractor. Only by making the best use of it could they win. But the problem was that there was only one basketball on the court, not enough for Wade and Yang Mo to share.
Even so, they have to come up with a solution. They can't just let the tank rust in the arsenal, right? This is the biggest problem for a dual-core team. There is really no way to have both. How can they treat everyone equally and not let down the Buddha or the beloved?
