Chapter 230 has just begun!
After being provoked, Yang Mo's anger level went straight to MAX.
As soon as they returned to the bench, Pat Riley came over, clapped his hands and encouraged Yang Mo and Wade, "My God, your cooperation just now was really perfect. Moving forward on two fronts, it felt like two Ferraris racing. You will definitely become a legendary combination that surpasses Jordan and Pippen, I swear."
Originally, such words should not be said by a team president and general manager like him, but there is no other way. Wade and Yang Mo are the greatest assets of this team. He had to step forward personally to regulate the emotions between the two, because Spoelstra would definitely not be able to do this job well.
"Really, sir?" Wade asked with a smile.
"Of course, your technical styles are a natural fit, perfect, without any flaws. You are all Terminators!" Pat Riley said with a smile.
"So who do you think is Michael Jordan and who is Scottie Pippen?" Wade asked with a smile, but the question suddenly became a little sharp, which made Pat Riley embarrassed. If Wade asked this question before, he could answer without hesitation that you are Jordan and Yang is Pippen. But now, Yang Mo has gradually revealed his potential to dominate the whole court. And most importantly, he knows Yang Mo, he knows that Yang Mo is a person who only wants to be the first.
Pat Riley was in a dilemma when Yang Mo smiled and said, "Michael Jordan, of course it's you. You are the shooting guard."
Yang Mo's words made Pat Riley feel relieved, but the next sentence soon made Pat Riley's heart, which had just relaxed, hang in the air again: "But I am not Scott Pippen. I am who I am, and I will never be the next anyone."
Yang Mo's words were also very sharp. Wade's expression stiffened for a moment before he chuckled. He put his hand on Yang Mo's shoulder and pointed at a cheerleader in front of him and asked, "What do you think of the black-haired one?"
"Um, that, it's okay." Seeing Wade change the subject, Yang Mo also changed the topic.
Seeing Wade and the other man change the tense topic, Pat Riley immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that these two guys would quarrel over competing for the player.
In fact, there was only one reason why he was so nervous, and that was because Yang Mo had grown too fast! It was beyond his expectations. He originally thought that it would take at least one or two years for Yang Mo to firmly hold the position of the second in command. But in less than two months, he had already dealt with everyone and took a big step towards Wade's position.
Seeing Wade and Yang Mo chatting and laughing, Pat Riley quickly walked aside. He was still thinking about how to make the two of them live in perfect harmony.
After Pat Riley left, Spoelstra squatted over again, holding the tactical board and arranging tactics between Yang Mo and Wade: "Next, we will focus on Dwyane. Yang, you have to contain Howard in the penalty area and never let him do whatever he wants in there. The defense is left to you. Dorell, you have to pay attention to receiving Dwyane's breakthrough pass outside the three-point line at any time..."
Spoelstra's tactics, after all, still let Wade play with the same tactics as before.
This made Yang Mo somewhat unhappy, but this was Spoelstra's plot. He just wanted to make Yang Mo unhappy, and then let Yang Mo fall out with Wade and be kicked out of the team.
With Yang Mo's current reputation and position in the team, it was almost impossible for him to get rid of Yang Mo openly. Now he could only use this conspiracy of borrowing a knife to kill someone.
He had a deep conspiracy, but Yang Mo didn't see it. But he wouldn't fall for it, because he wouldn't attack Wade. He would rather leave than break up with him. After all, Wade had been very kind to him, and he would never point a gun at someone who had helped him. This was his personality.
Before Spoelstra finished his tactics, the whistle blew and the game resumed. When he came on the court, Yang Mo said to Wade: "Let me play three or four first. I plan to teach Howard a lesson."
"Yeah." Wade nodded and agreed.
Back on the court, Yang Mo still stood outside the three-point line, and when Qian Mos brought the ball over, he immediately reached out for the ball. Qian Mos looked at Wade hesitantly, and only after receiving a positive look did he throw the basketball to Yang Mo.
As soon as Yang Mo received the ball, Howard came close to him. Other outside players might become unsteady under his close defense and lose the ball. But Yang Mo did not move at all, because Howard's strength was not enough for him.
Yang Mo held the ball steadily and faced Howard. He suddenly lowered the ball and took a step to the left. Howard subconsciously took a half step back, but because of the experience of being hit by a three-pointer last time, he suppressed his subconscious action and stopped abruptly.
After pausing, he found that Yang Mo really didn't break through, and couldn't help but laugh complacently: "Hehe, I'm not that easy to fool!"
"Yeah?"
Yang Mo chuckled, took another half step forward, and quickly hit the ball, sending it flying past him.
Howard heard a whoosh sound, and Yang Mo disappeared from his sight.
"It's impossible to defend!" Howard murmured helplessly. He didn't expect that he could defend against Yang Mo's shot but failed to defend against Yang Mo's breakthrough. He was very confused: Was this a fake move or a real move?
Howard was confused, but Qian Moss beside him slapped his head and suddenly realized: No wonder Yang wanted to practice the tentative step, it turned out that he wanted to use the tentative step to completely connect his three-pointer with speed. When the opponent defends against breakthroughs, he can easily shoot. When the opponent defends against shooting, he can easily break through. The so-called fake moves are actually real moves, and the so-called real moves can also be fake moves. There is truth in the fake, and there is false in the real. It is really difficult for the opponent to guess! Generally, the outside line cannot be defended. How can Howard, an inside player, answer this multiple-choice question correctly?
At the same time, Yang Mo rushed into the penalty area like a cannonball.
As he came over, everyone, whether teammates or opponents, retreated. No one wanted to be the second Stoudemire to be knocked away. When Yang Mo, like a tank, rushed over at the speed of an F22, the opponents could only hide aside, close their eyes and quietly listen to the sound of their own basket being ravaged.
No one dared to stop him, so dunking became a natural thing.
Yang Mo took a step forward with all his strength, then jumped up high and slammed the ball into the basket... Boom!
The moment Yang Mo's right hand dunked the basketball hoop, the entire basketball hoop tilted downward. The huge force pulled the basketball hoop rapidly downward, as if worshiping this brutal force that defied the heavens!
Bang!
The moment Yang Mo let go of the hoop, the hoop and the basket frame bounced back after being pressed to the extreme, making a shocking sound. The microphone and camera placed at the back also fell directly to the ground due to the huge swing... bang! They shattered all over the ground.
At this moment, the entire American Airlines Center was extremely quiet, and everyone was holding their breath to accept this baptism that seemed to come from the wild power.
The basket was still shaking violently, but Yang Mo turned around and pointed at the obviously shocked Howard and asked condescendingly: "Did you just say you wanted to compete with me in strength?"
Howard nodded subconsciously.
"Are you convinced? Do you admit defeat?" Yang Mo continued to ask arrogantly and coldly, with a strong sense of disdain and pity in his tone.
Howard wanted to nod and admit defeat, but then he remembered that this was a competition and he couldn't admit defeat before the result came out, so he gritted his teeth and replied, "No!"
"Haha. Your teeth are pretty tough." Yang Mo sneered, then changed the subject, his tone like a cold winter wind attacking Howard: "I will use a hammer to smash all your hard teeth one by one, because I specialize in dealing with those who don't obey!"
As he spoke, Yang Mo walked to the sidelines and raised his arms twice. The American Airlines Center immediately erupted in a shocking chorus of shouts: Super Yang! Super Yang!
The fans shouted a few times at the top of their lungs. Yang Mo quickly raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down, and then shouted loudly: "Guys, save some strength, the show tonight has just begun!"
When Yang Mo's words reached the fans' ears, they immediately became excited and full of expectations. Super Yang said that the show has just begun, so there must be more exciting things to come! Super Yang never disappoints people, and being his fan is happiness!
