Chapter 344 Seeking Death
When Yang Mo slowed down and was surrounded, he was calm, but the fans were all nervous. CCTV coach Zhang slapped his thigh and said: "It's broken! It's broken! We're going to lose, we're going to lose!"
Obviously, both Chinese fans and Chinese commentators have no confidence in their players' ability to hold the ball. After all, it has been proven countless times in past games that Chinese players have no ability to break through when facing double-teaming and will be directly intercepted in nine out of ten cases.
However, Yang Mo is not the same Chinese player as before. He is determined to control the ball in the NBA. How could he fail in an Asian-level competition? If he can't even break through these two Iranian players, then what's the point of these two months of special training?
Bang!
Amid the fans' anxiety, Yang Mo performed two neat dribbles under the double-team, and the basketball changed directions and angles swiftly in front of and behind him. It was difficult for Carini and Bahrami to catch the wild trajectory, so they could only slowly narrow the double-team range and prepare to find the right opportunity to steal the ball.
They narrowed the encirclement step by step, but Yang Mo remained unmoved. The fans on the sidelines were almost going crazy: Yang Mo, use your speed to rush out quickly, you will be really finished if you are completely surrounded.
The fans were afraid that the Iranian players would try to steal the ball, but Yang Mo wished they would do so quickly.
At this moment, Carini finally seized the opportunity, stretched out his hand, and reached for Yang Mo's crotch with incredible speed.
Seeing this, Yang Mo quickly pulled to the left, and Bahrami also reacted immediately and slapped him with his hands. Two hands slapped him at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. They were sure that Yang Mo would definitely not escape this time.
Finally, we were able to stop his fast break!
Before Karini and Bahrami had time to be happy, the basketball was suddenly hit by Yang Mo's palm, and instantly it was moved behind Karini like a spinning top. At the same time, Yang Mo also turned around his body extremely quickly... bang!
Although Yang Mo was circling around Karini's body, he still exerted force. Karini was originally exerting force to the left, and then Yang Mo pushed him. Immediately, he collided with Bahrami on the opposite side and couldn't stop.
While the two men were awkwardly bumping chests, Yang Mo had already dribbled the basketball to the frontcourt, one step outside the three-point line. At this time, there was no one defending in front of him, so of course he chose to jump and then shoot...Swish!
When the three-pointer went into the net, Yang Mo arrogantly raised three fingers. The entire Tianjin Stadium was already filled with people. For them, it was not only Yang Mo's arrogant three-pointer that excited them, but more importantly, they finally saw a Chinese player playing with the opponent's double-teaming defense like a monkey. The significance of this ball is that the problem of breaking the half-court press that has plagued Chinese basketball for decades has finally been fundamentally solved.
"Yang Mo actually broke through the Iranian team's double-team just like Iverson? The opponents are Karini and Bahrami, which may be the best backcourt defense line in Asia." Coach Zhang said in horror, his mouth wide open in surprise.
At the same time, Yang Yi slightly corrected Zhang's statement: "Compared to Iverson, this is more like Bai Qiaokouli Williams's way. You see, Carini and Bahrami were so embarrassed. Not only did they fail to steal the ball, but they were played into a ball by Yang Mo. I finally understand why some American colleagues say that Yang Mo is like a mathematician on the court. He always appears in the right position, as if he has calculated everything. Carini and Bahrami thought they had dug a trap for Yang Mo, but in fact Yang Mo had already dug the trap for them. I would rather say that this goal was a victory in IQ rather than a victory in technology."
"Yang Mo is really smart. Compared with players in the system, his on-the-spot reactions on the court are more flexible and changeable. It seems that our country still needs to vigorously promote campus basketball in the future." Coach Zhang said earnestly. He is also from the system, but he knows the disadvantages of players in the system. Most of these players have been trained since childhood, and they are not perfect in terms of culture or psychology. They seriously lack the awareness of independent adaptation and are blindly rigid.
While the CCTV commentator was discussing the players' IQ, Yang Mo had already returned to the half court and stood next to Haddadi, looking as if he had the upper hand over Haddadi.
"I think you can be even more stupid." Yang Mo mocked him mercilessly: "You actually want to suppress me in terms of strength. Is it because your brain nerves are lacking in nutrition due to excessive masturbation?"
"Don't be so arrogant, the game has just begun." Haddadi still spoke stubbornly, but he had surrendered in his heart because he felt that Yang Mo was really invincible. After all, the game had just started for less than two minutes and he was intercepted three times, which directly led to Yang Mo's two dunks and a three-pointer.
"You are so far behind at the beginning. I can't imagine how badly you will lose by the end." Yang Mo shrugged and said with great disdain.
At this moment, the Iranian head coach made a gesture, indicating that the tactical focus should be shifted from the inside to the outside. In other words, don't pass the ball to Haddadi anymore, Bahrami, play by yourself!
The Iranian team does not rely too much on Haddadi on the offensive end. After all, Haddadi's offensive skills are not much different from cow dung. He just relies on his height to bully Asian inside players. In the NBA, he can't even get a chance to play because his ability to move is too slow.
In a sense, Haddadi is just like Battelle in his prime, but he is taller. The reason why the Iranian team is so strong is more due to the team or the outside line.
Soon, Bahrami got an easy chance for a shot. Their outside running made the Chinese team's defense a little messy, and ultimately they were unable to keep up with the opponent, allowing Bahrami to easily shoot... bang!
Fortunately, the basketball did not go into the net, but missed the shot.
Haddadi tried very hard to grab the offensive rebound, but he couldn't get into the restricted area at all. When Yang Mo opened his hands, he was clamped tightly. He wanted to eat Yang Mo like he did Yi Jianlian, but it was obviously impossible. He might have a strength advantage against other Chinese inside players, but against Yang Mo, it was like an egg hitting a stone, a dead end.
Yang Mo held off Haddadi, and Yi Jianlian easily protected the frontcourt rebound. Although Yi Jianlian's rebounding awareness is a bit poor, this particularly easy defensive rebound is still no problem.
Back in the half court, Yang Mo did not participate too much in the offense, but put all his energy on Haddadi. Under his care, Haddadi became completely invisible. Even though he was the tallest man in the game, his role was only limited to the shuttle run.
Since Yang Mo did not actively participate in the offense, the game gradually changed from passionate to a frog in boiling water. The Chinese team slowly expanded the score advantage. By the end of the first quarter, the Chinese team was leading by 15 points, while the total score of the Iranian team was only... a pitiful 9 points.
Although the FIBA rules state that each quarter is only ten minutes long, scoring nine points in ten minutes is too inefficient. How can you still see the same momentum as in the group stage? But there is no other way. Haddadi is completely restricted. Iran needs his cooperation in almost every attack, relying on his huge body. But... now he is just a decoration, or even a drag on the team's rhythm. How can Iran score high points?
Although Yang Mo only scored seven points in this quarter, everyone who knows nothing about basketball knows that Yang Mo is the soul of the entire Chinese team. Once he is not on the court, the team will at least drop two or three levels. Moreover, Yang Mo is completely different from the other nine players on the court. He completely dominates the court, even more thoroughly than Yao Ming did back then. After all, Yao Ming can only kill his opponents in the penalty area without any scruples. But Yang Mo is good at both offense and defense, whether it is inside or outside, he can beat anyone with his ass, and he is completely a crushing presence.
For the fans, the outcome of the game was already a foregone conclusion, and they were not worried about what kind of trouble the Iranian team could cause. Now, they were concerned about how badly Yang Mo could teach the Iranian team a lesson. After all, Haddadi was so arrogant before the game that he was the only one in the world who was superior to others. How could he know his own limitations if he was not beaten twice?
At this time, the fans' mood was the same as Yang Mo's. He returned to the bench and took the tactical board from Guo Shiqiang , saying directly: "Everyone has seen that the Iranian team is just a bunch of chickens and dogs. We will use the next three quarters to practice tactics. Chen Jianghua, Sun Yue, Zhang Qingpeng, and Wang Shipeng, the five of us will play a run-and-gun game."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, Guo Shiqiang reminded her quietly, "That's not a good idea. The heights of these five people are... not very tall. We have finally accumulated a little lead, what if..."
Guo Shiqiang is particularly cautious. He is the kind of coach who knows when to quit. In his opinion, if you are leading, you should maintain the score until the end of the game.
But Yang Mo sees things longer-term than him. In his opinion, if the Chinese team wants to become a strong team, it must not rely on the same lineup to conquer the world. What if there is an injury one day?
So, he shook his head firmly and said, "Don't worry, we will make the Iranians lose more in the second quarter. Do you have confidence?"
"Yes!" The four people named by Yang Mo answered very easily. They watched Yang Mo lead his teammates to slaughter the Iranians like cutting melons and vegetables on the bench, and immediately stopped taking Iran seriously. Invisibly, in their hearts, the Iranian team has gone from being the biggest rival for the championship to a weak team.
"We have to have them. They are just paper tigers. If you light a fire, they will turn into ashes." Yang Mo laughed and pointed at the tactical board and continued, "Later, the two Dapengs will be at the baseline, but I hope your running positions will be more layered, such as an X-shaped run in the half court. That way, in addition to three-pointers, you may also have the opportunity to attack the basket directly. Sun Yue, your task is to attack the basket, from the free throw line to the restricted area. This part is your responsibility. After all, your athletic ability and ability to break through with the ball are good. Chen Jianghua, the ball distribution is left to you. It is up to you to pass or not pass. Later, you will be the core. And I am the biggest backer. I will clear all obstacles for you and provide strong rebounding support. Do you understand?"
As soon as Yang Mo said the last sentence, some dissent arose from the bench. Everyone looked at each other, obviously not trusting Chen Jianghua. In their opinion, Chen Jianghua was just a simple fast break attacker. Wasn't it too reckless to let him control the ball?
"Yang Mo, why not let Sun Yue help organize the offensive ball rights?" Guo Shiqiang reminded again in a low voice.
"No need." Yang Mo shook his head decisively and said, "Leave it to Chen Jianghua alone."
Yang Mo gave the order so decisively that all the players looked at each other in bewilderment. They all wondered in their hearts: Why?
"I know you don't trust him in some way and think he's not mature enough. But I think he can accomplish this. I watched his Asian Youth Championship video when I was in college, and I think he was very confident at that time. Whether it was breaking through, shooting or passing, he was omnipotent." Yang Mo patted Chen Jianghua on the shoulder and said very seriously: "I think we should encourage him now, not doubt him. What's wrong with letting him play for one quarter? Isn't it just ten minutes? There are four ten-minute periods in a game, why not give young people more opportunities?"
Yang Mo's words made his teammates fall into deep thought. They all subconsciously felt that Yang Mo was right. Isn't it just ten minutes? There are twenty-four hours in a day, and one hundred and forty-four ten-minute minutes. What's wrong with giving him one? And even if they were overtaken, it didn't matter. Anyway, Yang Mo was still there. What was there to be afraid of?
Under the influence of this emotion, they began to reach out and encourage Chen Jianghua to give it a try.
This trust instantly made Chen Jianghua's heart burn. He had never been so affirmed since he joined the national team, and now Yang Mo gave him a chance. As for whether he could grasp it, it depended on himself.
drop!
Soon, the whistle sounded and the game continued.
"The next ten minutes may be the most important ten minutes in your future career. It depends on you whether you can grasp it." Yang Mo put his arm around Chen Jianghua's neck and whispered in his ear, "Whether you want to be a vanguard general who captures cities and strongholds, or a commander who controls the ball for the entire team, it all depends on you. This is all I can do for you. I hope you can seize the opportunity."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking to Chen Jianghua, there was an uproar. This was because the five players from the Chinese team were too short compared to the Iranian team. The tallest player, Sun Yue, was only 2.06 meters tall and skinny. The next players were Wang Shipeng, 1.95 meters tall, Yang Mo, 1.94 meters tall, Zhang Qingpeng, 1.9 meters tall, and Chen Jianghua, 1.86 meters tall.
What is going on? Is this nonsense?
Iran was also frightened by the Chinese team's lineup. With such short players, are they going to completely give up rebounding? Are they going to play run-and-gun under FIBA rules? Isn't this a dead end?
