Chapter 25: Stunning Skills
Eric Gordon felt that his team would definitely win, but reality soon slapped him in the face.
From the jump ball, Beasley's team firmly controlled the rhythm of the game. Although they did not have a point guard, their determination to play inside was very obvious. OJ Mayo passed almost every ball into the inside.
It stands to reason that OJ Mayo is not a guard who prioritizes passing the ball. Maybe it's because he knows that he has missed out on the No. 1 pick, or maybe it's because he wants to use this game to give everyone an image of someone who can pass the ball so that his ranking can be moved closer.
Beasley's team focused on the inside, but Rose's team seemed to have some confusion about the ball. Westbrook controlled the ball at one moment, and Derrick Rose controlled the ball at another. The tactical core was not clear at all, and everyone was fighting alone. The already weak inside line was completely reduced to a tool for running back and forth, and there was no other work except serving the ball.
He was already unhappy about being suppressed by several inside players of Beasley's team, and he couldn't get the ball in his own team and had to run back and forth, which made him even more unhappy.
Gradually, Anderson and Ibaka both lost their tempers and became more and more passive on the court. They thought, if you like to show off, then let you show off as much as you want. Anyway, we are not the ones who are most embarrassed by the loss.
The two inside players became passive, and the already weak inside line is now better than nothing. Derrick Rose and Westbrook can only work harder to break through and cause damage. The more they play, the more lonely they become, and Ibaka and the other two become more unhappy and less motivated, so they fall into a vicious circle.
After ten minutes of play, Beasley's team was already leading by eighteen points, 34:16.
There was basically no suspense because everyone agreed to only play for fifteen minutes.
In the first ten minutes, the emotions on the court finally broke out. When Derrick Rose rushed into the inside and caused Brook Lopez to foul and shoot free throws, Ibaka walked straight off the court.
"No more fighting. Whoever wants to fight can fight." Ibaka threw the towel on the chair and walked towards the locker room.
This sudden change on the court caught everyone off guard. Although everyone on the court could see that Ibaka was not happy on the court, no one expected him to quit directly.
Once Ibaka left, there was no suspense for the general managers watching the game. Now the only inside player left on the bench for the Rose team was Yang Mo. A Chinese man with mediocre physical fitness and lack of athletic ability, what kind of waves could he stir up?
Therefore, some general managers just left with their scouts.
At this time, the other players on Rose's team also wanted to give up the game, only Westbrook and Derrick Rose were still very tenacious, they felt that the game was not over yet.
When the team was in a negative mood, Yang Mo walked onto the court and shouted, "Guys, the game is not over yet. Next we will run and gun and wear them down."
As soon as Yang Mo's encouraging voice came out, different voices immediately emerged in the team, and the fighting spirit of Ross Westbrook naturally lifted his spirits. Anderson turned his face away and said, "You can fight if you want."
As he said that, he also walked out. As he left, he did not forget to mock Yang Mo: "Who do you think you are? A short guy."
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is who you are." Yang Mo smiled coldly and said disdainfully, "You are now showing us who is a coward without testicles."
"You!" Anderson turned around and glared at Yang Mo.
Yang Mo ignored him and turned to Eric Gordon and said, "Come on, man. Didn't you say we can win? Come on, let's win together."
Eric Gordon rushed over when he heard this. Before he came over, he shouted, "Win!"
Eric came up, and Yang Mo immediately called Westbrook, Ross, and Batum over: "Guys, we are now 18 points behind. We can only play fast offense later. Whoever has the ball will attack. Whoever is open will pass it to him. We are so strong, how can we lose to those big idiots?"
Yang Mo's words incited the blood of these hot-blooded black players to boil, and they shouted in their hearts, "Yes! We are so strong, how can such a big fool beat us?"
"Leave the rebound to me. Let's run!" Yang Mo stretched out his hand in the center, and the other four immediately clapped their hands up.
"One, two, three, win!"
The five of them roared at the top of their lungs, and suddenly a wave of powerful momentum emerged, sweeping away the previous fatigue.
Seeing that the five players of the Rose team were not depressed by the departure of the two inside players, but were even more motivated, Michael Jordan, who was sitting on the sidelines, could not help but be a little dazed, his eyes locked on Yang Mo.
At this moment, he clearly saw his own shadow from the past in Yang Mo.
"Who is this guy?" Michael Jordan turned sideways and asked the assistant next to him.
"A Chinese kid. He plays power forward, is only six feet five feet tall barefoot, and has mediocre physical fitness." The assistant narrated briefly with a hint of contempt in his tone.
Obviously, Yang Mo did not catch his eye.
Michael Jordan frowned when he heard this. He felt very familiar with Yang Mo, as if he was one of the same kind . He then asked, "Is there anything outstanding about him?"
"The bench press and squat data are quite good, and the arm span is seven feet three (two meters and eighteen)." The assistant continued.
Michael Jordan nodded. He was already interested in Yang Mo. If Yang Mo performed well, he would definitely sign him with a second-round pick. If nothing else, he could inspire his teammates to fight in adversity. This was enough to make him an excellent locker room leader.
Soon, the referee announced that the game would continue.
Swish!
Derrick Rose made the first free throw.
Bang!
Derrick Rose missed the second free throw and the basketball bounced high. Brook Lopez under the basket was about to get up to grab the rebound, but he found a strong force coming from his waist. His feet suddenly lost their balance and he staggered forward. When he adjusted his steps and came back, he found that his head was covered by a shadow. He looked up and saw that the basketball above his head was gently pushed away by a big hand...Swish!
The basketball that went off track fell back into the basket!
Before Brook Lopez could figure out what was going on, a roar came from behind him: "Brothers, there are still 15 points!"
When he turned around, he found that the short man was already running desperately towards the front court.
Brook Lopez didn't understand what was going on, but Michael Jordan, who was sitting above, saw everything. At the moment when Yang Mo jumped and put the basketball into the basket, a figure suddenly appeared in his head and immediately said his name: "Dennis Rodman."
"His ability to predict rebounds is amazing. Lopez was obviously one beat slower than him... no, two beats." Michael Jordan said to the assistant next to him.
The assistant was unwilling to believe it. In his opinion, Yang Mo was just a lucky guy who clicked the ball in. And most importantly, after watching the Bobcats' drafts in the past few years, the assistant no longer believed in his boss. Michael Jordan had made many mistakes in the past few years, and none of the players he selected had proven themselves.
After quickly running to the frontcourt, the players of Rose team formed a double-three defense formation under the command of Yang Mo, with Yang Mo in the middle to coordinate. Once an inside player singled out Yang Mo, the players next to him would rush over to double-team him.
This was the only solution, after all, the height difference was too big. Fortunately, everyone was very motivated, and everyone's eyes were filled with the desire to win.
Due to the desperate defense of Rose's team, several inside players had to pass the ball, and OJ Mayo shot from outside the three-point line...bang!
Basketball missed!
Yang Mo quickly turned his back and opened his arms to block the paint area.
Anthony Randolph at the free throw line wanted to use his athletic ability to rush in and grab a rebound, but when his small body hit Yang Mo, his speed immediately stopped, and his body quickly hunched over... He covered his stomach and screamed continuously.
Yang Mo didn't care what happened behind him. When the basketball fell, he quickly jumped up to pick it up, and then made a long pass to Westbrook who was running fast. Westbrook rushed to the frontcourt and immediately threw the ball high. Derrick Rose rushed out from the side and soared into the sky... boom!
It was a perfect fast break, from Yang Mo grabbing the rebound to Derrick Rose's alley-oop dunk, the whole process took less than three seconds, and even three players from Beasley's team stayed in the second half.
In terms of speed, Beasley's team has no chance of catching up with Rose's team.
drop!
Anthony Randolph stood up with difficulty and asked for a timeout. He didn't pay attention to the brakes when he was charging just now, or he didn't take Yang Mo seriously and directly hit Yang Mo. The consequences of a Japanese car hitting a tank can be imagined, and of course he suffered the consequences.
Now he felt his stomach churning and was about to vomit out the medium-rare steak he had eaten last night.
However, Yang Mo did not feel any discomfort at all. At the moment of the collision, he only felt a slight numbness on his back, that was all.
"Is this what you call excellent strength?" Michael Jordan turned around and asked his assistant with wide eyes.
"Ah? What happened?" The assistant didn't see the trick. Although he majored in physical education, he had never played basketball and didn't know how strong the impact on the basketball court was.
Randolph just rushed over at the fastest speed and bumped into Yang Mo. Logically speaking, Yang Mo should have been under more force, but he acted as if nothing had happened and didn't even move an inch. Anthony Randolph, who was hit by the reaction force, hunched over, holding his stomach. This force...
Too perverted!
At this time, Michael Jordan had made up his mind: he must capture this Chinese boy at Madison Square Garden the day after tomorrow.
