Chapter 231: Cutting Down the Horse
It is said that people who love to laugh will not have bad luck, but Howard felt that he, who loves to laugh, was not lucky at all tonight. He was blown away by Yang Mo on the offensive end, which was a humiliation to him as the best defensive player.
It's okay to be beaten by Yao Ming, after all, he is so tall and big and has good shooting skills. But why can't I defend Yang Mo, who is so small? Am I born to be restrained by Chinese players? But I can still beat Yi Jianlian of the Nets as much as I want!
Howard searched for the answer in his head in great distress.
He couldn't understand why Yang Mo could blow him up on the offensive end. That was because he hadn't realized that Yang Mo was actually out of position when playing against him. He had always regarded Yang Mo as an inside player, but in fact, Yang Mo was a very pure offensive small forward on the offensive end. He also had superb strength and abnormal speed. His tentative steps were like an antelope hanging on a horn without a trace. How could he, an inside player, defend against him? He couldn't defend against him even if he risked his life. This was not the same job.
Soon, the repairman replaced the camera and placed it behind the backboard, and simply hung the microphone to the side to prevent it from being snatched away by Yang Mo again.
After the repairman fixed the problem, the game continued.
Howard didn't realize why he was blown up, and Stan Van Gundy on the sidelines didn't even notice it, and let Howard deal with Yang Mo. Isn't this just asking for a kill?
It was too easy for Yang Mo to deal with Howard on the offensive end. Just a tentative step was enough to make him exhausted. Coupled with his speed and strength, Howard could only watch Yang Mo rush into the penalty area from outside the three-point line and dunk again and again.
Yang Mo's dunks made the fans cheer louder and louder. During the fourth dunk, Yang Mo finally jumped onto the technical platform and shouted like a king: "Friends in Miami, are you happy?"
Of course, his response was a unanimous roar: Great!
This interaction has almost become Yang Mo's repertoire at home. If he doesn't play this once in a game, the fans feel like they haven't come to watch the game. This can be regarded as a signature dish of the American Airlines Center!
After Yang Moru finished this interaction like a king, Dwyane Wade began to take over the game. He kept attacking the restricted area and making various fancy layups, which made the fans overwhelmed and excited.
Wade's personal show lasted for seven or eight minutes, and the second quarter ended. At halftime, the Heat were already leading by eight points. Howard had a very difficult time tonight, so the Magic were also very out of shape.
After returning in the second half, Yang Mo and Wade began to frequently cooperate in pick-and-rolls, and their various defensive counterattacks were extremely sharp, with constant alley-oops.
The two fast-paced finishers gradually made the game lose suspense. Amid the cheers of the fans, the fourth quarter entered garbage time less than a minute into the game.
This game was not broadcast live nationwide, so the audience missed this gorgeous fast break show.
Starting from the third quarter, Yang Mo and Wade completed at least five defensive counterattacks that lasted no longer than four seconds. This speed was too fast. Even if the Magic players ran to death, they couldn't defend against these two supercars running at full speed!
Regarding the loss of the game, Stan Van Gundy's summary in an interview was very simple: "We didn't defend the opponent's two trump cards, that's all."
The phrase "that's all" is arrogant, domineering, cool and classy, and instantly makes you look classy and elegant. It's like your wife getting fucked by someone else and admitting straightforwardly: It's not my fault, it's just that the other person's thing is thicker, longer and thicker.
Stan Van Gundy was a bit reckless, but their star player Howard was extremely disappointed and said, "I really can't keep up with Yang's speed. This guy is not an inside player at all. How can an inside player be as fast, strong and good at shooting three-pointers as he is? I feel a little bullied."
In this regard, Dwyane Wade, who attended the press conference after the game, said very easily: "Young's growth is beyond our expectations. He is the player who best fits my style of play. When he and I run wild together, I believe no one in the league can stop us. The combination of him and I will definitely create a new situation."
When the reporter asked, "Why didn't Yang continue to take charge of the ball after you returned?" Wade was silent for a moment and then replied, "There is no problem of ball possession between us, but he respects me more for controlling the team's rhythm."
Wade's words stopped the reporters from asking any more questions. Although their intuition told them that there might be a power struggle within the Heat, they really couldn't find a breakthrough now that Wade's answer was so flawless.
At the same time, Yang Mo had returned home. Although it was almost midnight, Lu Xueman was still waiting for him there. When he came back, Lu Xueman took the initiative to talk about work: "You will fly to Sartorius tomorrow, and come directly to Los Angeles after the game the day after tomorrow. You also need to shoot three commercials and attend six signing ceremonies. These are all contractual obligations that you must fulfill."
"Okay, no problem." Yang Mo nodded and agreed. How could he not do something for the money he received?
"Also, I watched your game tonight. I noticed that you weren't particularly happy playing and always felt constrained. What's going on?"
"Wade is back." Yang Mo said slowly. He felt helpless.
"Well, this is indeed a problem." Lu Xueman frowned when she heard this. After a while, she analyzed, "Wade is the leader of the Heat. Although you have been strong recently, you still lack some foundation. Moreover, you are not as strong as him, and he is in his prime. You definitely can't wait for him to get old before taking the position, and you definitely can't force him to leave. Then... you only have one way to go."
"What road?" Yang Mo asked quickly.
"Submit the transaction application yourself." Lu Xueman said word by word.
"You mean you want me to leave Miami?" Yang Mo couldn't help but scream when he heard that.
"Do you have any better ideas?" Lu Xueman said seriously, "I'm not kidding. You're not the kind of person who can be content with being under someone else. You want to control a team. But in Miami, you won't be able to achieve this goal in five years. You'll always be Wade's underdog here."
"But I can't do such a betrayal. Mr. Pat Riley is very good to me, Wade is very good to me, and the entire Miami is very good to me." Yang Mo said very sadly. He had never thought of betraying his old club.
"Then let's talk about it after this season." Lu Xueman waved her hand and turned to go to sleep. Yang Mo was stunned, still thinking about what Lu Xueman said.
