Chapter 26 Hey, China Boy
"Well done, brother." Derrick Rose walked over and gave Yang Mo a big high five.
There are more than three minutes left in the game, and the score difference is only thirteen points. It is not impossible to equalize the score and win.
"Hey, Chinese guy, you're pretty good at rebounding." Westbrook also gave Yang Mo a thumbs up and teased, "You look about the same as me, but you can actually play power forward. Do you Chinese only play inside?"
"Go away, ugly bastard. I can still shoot three-pointers." Yang Mo cursed with a smile.
"Hey, man, who are you calling ugly? Am I not more handsome than you?" Westbrook came up and talked back, his saliva splashing all over Yang Mo's head.
Yang Mo quickly moved away and asked Derrick Rose and Eric Gordon, "Do you think he is handsome?"
The two shook their heads at the same time, in perfect tacit understanding.
"There's something wrong with your aesthetic taste." Westbrook wiped the sweat from his forehead charmingly, looking like 'everyone is drunk but I'm sober'.
This caused Yang Mo to retch in protest, and the other three teammates also felt abdominal discomfort.
With Westbrook's Ninja Turtle-like appearance, he still dares to say that he is handsome? God is angry!
Jokes aside, the relationship between the few people also became closer because of this play. Everyone is in their twenties and it is easy for them to get along well with each other.
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Soon, Beasley made a personnel adjustment. Randolph was replaced by Gallinani, a three-point shooter. At this time, Beasley's team lineup was OJ Mayo, Gallinani, Michael Beasley, JaVale McGee and Brook Lopez. Except for OJ Mayo, all of them were over 6 feet 8 inches tall.
On the Rose team, the tallest player, Batum, is only 6 feet 7. Yang Mo, the only inside player, is 6 feet 5, and the other three point guards are all 6 feet 3.
If we analyze it from the perspective of height, they are definitely crushed.
But basketball is not just about height, the chemistry on the field is more important. Since Yang Mo came on the court, the Rose team has changed from a scattered group to a strong team, with everyone's strength twisted into one, and this centripetal force is not comparable to the Beasley team.
After the game started, Yang Mo's side still used a double team defense.
But Brook Lopez, who had lost face, directly blocked Yang Mo, then reached out for the ball, and he was ready to play one-on-one against Yang Mo.
He came over, and after Yang Mo caught his intention, he immediately asked everyone to disperse and change from double team defense to man-to-man defense. Although Lopez was tall, he was not strong enough, and his movements were too rigid and slow.
Yang Mo is confident that he can handle him.
Yang Mo pressed hard against Lopez, and although Lopez relied on his height and weight to occupy the position, it was not comfortable at all. In addition, OJ Mayo was not a pure point guard, and under Westbrook's entanglement, it took three or four seconds before he passed the ball in.
Seeing the basketball coming, Lopez quickly increased his strength and held Yang Mo tightly, fearing that Yang Mo would attack from behind again.
Seeing that he was using more and more force, Yang Mo immediately came up with a plan. So, instead of going around, he increased his force a little bit, inducing Lopez's body center of gravity to move backwards quickly... When part of his center of gravity was leaning on him, Yang Mo retreated decisively... and unloaded the force in a whoosh.
As soon as Yang Mo's power was released, Lopez lost his balance and fell backwards quickly. At this time, the basketball was already in front of him, but unfortunately his hand was getting farther and farther away from the basketball.
At this moment, Yang Mo rushed out quickly, grabbed the basketball, and shouted, "Quick break!"
At this time, Derrick Rose had already rushed across half court. Yang Mo quickly threw the basketball to the frontcourt. Rose chased to the frontcourt three-point line and caught the basketball, and then completed the battle with a simple and neat three-step layup.
"It was a perfect transition between offense and defense." Michael Jordan slapped his thigh and couldn't help praising: "Amazing tacit understanding. I can't believe it was their first time playing together."
Michael praised the tacit understanding on the court, but the assistant beside him asked in confusion: "Boss, was there really no problem with that defense just now?"
"What's the problem?" Michael Jordan turned his head and asked.
"Too insidious, he deliberately lost his power." The assistant said with some disdain, he looked down upon such conspiracy.
Michael Jordan laughed and said, "You think it's sinister, but I think it's smart. This kid is very smart in defense. He will be a very good low-post defender, rebounder and locker room leader."
"Is he really that good?" The assistant asked puzzledly, "His height..."
Before he finished speaking, Michael Jordan interrupted him: "Height is not everything. At least I just saw him grab the offensive rebound and score over a seven-foot tall man. He didn't lose a defensive rebound and disrupted the opponent's offense. After he came on the court, he had already scored a 7:0 in just half a minute..."
Hearing the boss praising Yang Mo so much, the assistant couldn't help but have a bad idea. He quickly asked, "Boss, you don't want to choose him, do you?"
"Why not?" Michael Jordan shrugged. He didn't think there was any reason to stop him from choosing Yang Mo.
"If you choose him, everyone will laugh at your vision..."
"Aren't they already laughing? I guarantee that this time, no one will laugh at me," Michael Jordan vowed.
After hearing this, the assistant slapped his forehead in despair, completely defeated. In his opinion, this must be stopped, otherwise the entire Bobcats team will become a laughing stock in the league.
At the same time, the game was still going on. After OJ Mayo brought the ball to the frontcourt, he passed it to Michael Beasley. Beasley received the ball and broke through Gordon's defense and rushed into the penalty area. Just as he was about to turn around and pass Yang Mo outside the three-second zone, Yang Mo suddenly disappeared from his sight.
Yang Mo suddenly disappeared. Beasley thought that Yang Mo gave up defense because he was worried about being dunked in the face. Immediately, he raised the basketball high and prepared for a tomahawk dunk.
When Beasley's basketball was exposed, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out from the side... He quickly caught the ball... Snap! The moment he caught the ball, he felt his arm go numb and his palm lost control of the basketball.
Just when he was frustrated and decided that this attack had failed... Ding!
The referee blew the whistle and turned around, pointing at Yang Mo, indicating that he had committed a hand foul.
"I committed a foul?!" Yang Mo slammed the basketball to the ground when he saw the gesture, and rushed forward with an incredible look on his face, loudly defending, "Did I commit a foul?"
The referee saw Yang Mo coming aggressively and quickly stepped aside. It would be bad if he got beaten up. After all, this was not a regular game, and he would not necessarily get compensation if he was beaten up by a player, let alone get the player suspended. Most importantly, he did not see clearly whether Yang Mo's hand really hit Beasley's hand. He only saw Yang Mo's hand reaching into Beasley's arms, and then he blew the whistle decisively.
The referee was so scared that he hid aside. Ross also thought that Yang Mo was going to hit the referee, so he rushed over and hugged Yang Mo: "Calm down! Calm down!"
Originally, nothing was wrong, but with the referee dodging and Rose hugging him, something went wrong.
The referee put the whistle on the ground and said, "I don't want to play anymore. You guys play on yourselves."
Having said that, he ran away.
The general managers on the sidelines saw this and shook their heads, thinking that Yang Mo was a troublemaker. They were originally interested in Yang Mo, but after seeing this scene, they completely gave up the idea.
"Come back quickly. I don't want to beat you. We haven't finished fighting yet." Yang Mo's voice chased over, but the temporary referee didn't even turn his head back. He was really scared by Yang Mo.
It was a good game, but the referee ran away, and the players of the Beasley team had no intention of continuing to play. Although they were still leading, they knew better than anyone that their momentum had been suppressed. If they continued to play, it was unknown whether they could win. It was better to quit while they were ahead!
Beasley's team wanted to quit while they were ahead, but Rose's team refused to agree and insisted that they finish the game and decide the winner. But Rose refused to do anything.
There is no way, the game has to end like this.
The five players on Team Rose were all very unhappy. It felt like they were about to reach their climax, but someone poured a bucket of cold water on them.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Yang Mo took the initiative to admit his mistake.
The other four were silent for a while. Ross came over first and patted Yang Mo on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, don't say that. We are a team. If we lose today, we can just win back one by one. We will never lose to those big idiots."
After Rose started this, the other players came over one by one to comfort Yang Mo. The more they did this, the more embarrassed Yang Mo felt. He felt like there were bullets stuck in his heart, and he would rather be scolded.
When Yang Mo was feeling very depressed, a voice came to her ear: "Hey, Chinese boy, do you have time to chat?"
The five people turned their heads and saw Michael Jordan smiling at them.
