Chapter 343: Double-team defense?
When Yang Mo's words were broadcast to the TV screen, the audience had only one feeling: domineering, absolutely domineering.
They are used to seeing players who stick to the doctrine of the mean, and have forgotten how to be arrogant. As a great country, how can we tolerate a barbarian who sells oil coming to us to bully us?
Of course they couldn't tolerate it. Yang Mo's appearance gave them the conviction to kill. Yes , those who openly offend the mighty Han will be punished even if they are far away. Our ancestors all had this kind of heroism. Why should we let others provoke us at our doorstep?
Kill them, it's a must!
There is no Chinese who disagrees with Yang Mo's statement, even though his words are discordant.
Although the host and commentator in the studio also agreed with Yang Mo's statement, they could not make such a biased gesture in their official capacity. Therefore, they automatically filtered out this conversation and turned to commenting on Yang Mo's performance on the court.
"Coach Zhang, Yang Mo contributed two dunks at the beginning of the game. Judging from his speed and jumping ability, it seems that his injury did not cause him any particular harm. What do you think are the possibilities for us to win this game with Yang Mo joining us?" asked the host Yang Yi.
"I can only say it's 99 percent, because saying 100 percent is too arbitrary." Although Coach Zhang tried his best to maintain an objective attitude, he still leaned towards the Chinese team unnaturally: "Yang Mo's level is not at the Asian level at all. He looks even stronger now than he did in the playoffs. Although his American counterparts have always called him an idol player, in Asia, he is an absolute superstar. Although the Iranian team is strong, it is far inferior to our Chinese team. Their biggest player Haddadi is just a water dispenser guard in the NBA, and waving a towel in every game counts. But what about us? Yang Mo is an All-Star, Yi Jianlian is the team's starter, and Sun Yue almost made it into the seven-man rotation. Add in veterans like Liu Wei and Wang Zhizhi, and Iran really can't compete with us. Just treat their previous wild words as children's nonsense. Didn't Yang Mo say that if children don't listen, they should be spanked."
As Coach Zhang was talking, he couldn't help but feel a bit arrogant, as if he was the Celestial Empire. There was nothing he could do; the team's strength was there, and he had to show off.
At the same time, Yang Mo took the tactical board from Guo Shiqiang and directly interfered with the team's subsequent personnel deployment and tactical arrangements.
"Later, Yi Jianlian, you must pay attention to protecting the frontcourt rebounds. I will take care of Haddadi. Also, Lao Wang, you also come on, let's strengthen the inside height and the offensive ability in the restricted area. I will appear at the small forward position next. Sun Yue, you go off the court to rest first and save your energy. In the second quarter, you can play run-and-gun with me and run these bastards to death. Zhu Fangyu, your task is to shoot three-pointers, you don't have to worry about the rest. Liu Wei, you help me organize the ball, my passing skills are not very good."
Yang Mo was drawing the tactics on the tactical board one by one. Guo Shiqiang next to him did not have any opinion. Instead, he listened very seriously and gave his opinions from time to time. He looked more like an assistant coach.
There was no other way. Yang Mo was too strong. Spoelstra struggled so much, but in the end he had no choice but to surrender. In a sense, Yang Mo could be considered a dictator on the court.
"Come on, brothers, let's try to create a double-digit gap in the first quarter. Let these guys selling oil go home and play with spoon handles!" Yang Mo put his hand in the middle, and the other players spontaneously put their hands together.
This is what is called leadership. No matter whether you accept it or not, once you go to the battlefield, you will spontaneously stand behind him and follow him to capture the city.
Pat Riley's evaluation was very correct, Yang Mo was a natural talent. However, in the end, he chose to abandon this injured talent and turned to embrace another talent, whose name was LeBron James.
Honestly speaking, his choice as a professional manager was not wrong. After all, no one knows whether the injured Yang Mo can recover. And even if he recovers, it is very likely that he will not be able to reach the level of LeBron James. After all, LeBron James is the undisputed No. 1 player in the league, while Yang Mo is just a potential rising star with a few good games. He has never led a team alone to prove himself, while James has already led a team to the finals alone.
drop!
The timeout is over and players from both teams return to their positions.
Although the Iranian team called a timeout, they did not choose to make substitutions and still used the same starting lineup.
Back on the court, Yang Mo still followed Haddadi closely, looking like he had him in his hands, and kept taunting him: "I finally understand why you can't get a chance to play in the NBA despite your height. Because you are too stupid. Your movements are slower than those of an Alzheimer's patient. I doubt I can feel pleasure even if I masturbate at your speed. By the way, do you use tweezers when you masturbate? I heard that big guys like you usually have very short genitals, like toothpicks. Is that right?"
Yang Mo's words were like machine guns, and they were so vulgar that they directly hit Haddadi's weakness. This made him very angry, so when Carini brought the ball over, he decisively reached out for the ball.
When asking for the ball, he did not forget to look back at Yang Mo to see if he wanted to steal the ball.
But Yang Mo was indifferent. Instead, she told him kindly, "Just catch the ball. I won't steal your ball a second time. I am a very compassionate person. I am always kind to people with small genitals. I feel guilty, maybe because mine is too big and too long."
When Haddadi heard this, his face was full of anger.
At this time, the basketball had been carefully hoisted in, and the angle was very tricky. Even if Yang Mo wanted to steal the ball, he might not be able to squeeze past Haddadi's huge body to get the basketball. So Yang Mo simply didn't do it. After all, although the Iranians are a bit stupid, at least they have increased their IQ by several digits before the decimal point by selling oil for so many years.
After receiving the basketball, Haddadi did not turn around and shoot immediately. Instead, he poked Yang Mo with his butt. He actually wanted to use his huge body to knock Yang Mo away and teach him a lesson.
Comparing strength with Yang Mo, isn't that courting death?
As the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die. If he had attacked from a high position, Yang Mo might not have been able to block him quickly with his height. However, he actually tried to compete with Yang Mo in strength. Isn't this asking for trouble?
Bang!
When Haddadi used all his strength to hit Yang Mo, in less than a third of a second, he felt a tremendous force rebounding towards his buttocks... His huge body gave him a very high center of gravity, and when he was rebounded by this huge force, his body could not help but lean forward in an instant!
Just as he tried to take a step forward to steady his body... snap! A quick hand stretched out from his ribs... He only felt a numbness, and then the basketball disappeared from his palm. He was about to chase the ball, but found that a red shadow had already got there first, holding the basketball that originally belonged to him and running towards the front court at lightning speed.
He wanted to grab Yang Mo, but unfortunately, Yang Mo's speed was not enough for him to catch up with her. As Yang Mo said, at his speed, he probably wouldn't even feel pleasure when masturbating, so how could he catch up with Yang Mo who was in the upper hand?
Haddadi couldn't catch up, but Bahrami and Karini surrounded Yang Mo in the half court. This was the Iranian coach's strategy, because he knew that Yang Mo's dribbling ability was not strong. In his opinion, Yang Mo would be confused and lose the ball if he was suddenly double-teamed.
Unfortunately, his consultation was too backward. Yang Mo's progress was not something that could be described as rapid progress. He was indeed afraid of double-teaming before, but now?
who cares?
When Bahrami and Carini double-teamed him, Yang Mo did not speed up his sprint but instead slowed down, as if he was determined to fight them to the end.
As for double-teaming, Yang Mo is more than happy about it now!
