Chapter 385: Domineering
Barkley was so proud and arrogant. In contrast, Jeff Van Gundy was so lonely. His face was full of disbelief, and he kept saying: This is unscientific, this is unscientific. How come Milicic suddenly became a different person? His data is almost a quadruple-double. I have never seen Milicic so powerful.
To Van Gundy, this game was too abnormal. The Nuggets actually let Super Yang score 60 points, and also let Milicic score 19 points, 15 rebounds, 6 blocks, and 7 assists. Even if you compare this data with the league's top center, it's still at the level of beating Howard!
"This is love." Barkley snapped his fingers arrogantly at Van Gundy: "I told you a long time ago that Super Yang never disappoints his believers. See? Super Yang scored 60 points tonight."
"But he took 31 shots, accounting for nearly 50% of the team's shooting opportunities." Van Gundy thought about it and this was the only black spot.
"But he provided more than 50 percent of the points." Barkley dealt a devastating blow to Van Gundy's black spot: "His hit rate is much better than Kobe's. After this game, who dares to say that Super Yang is not a super scorer? Look at JR Smith opposite him, he didn't score a single point. This is dominance on both offense and defense."
"Are you going to hype Yang up as the best shooting guard who surpasses Kobe Bryant?" Van Gundy said with a cold voice with a hint of contempt. His dislike for Barkley has been transferred to Yang Mo. Who made Barkley always target him?
"Why not?" Barkley shrugged his shoulders, with an expression that it should be so: "This is Super Yang 's second season. He has become the best leader in the East and is leading the Knicks to a miracle. And what about Kobe? He has just secured his starting position in his second season. Just wait and see, our Super Yang will dominate the entire league!"
"Wake up, Kobe, at 31, is still the best shooting guard in the league today." Van Gundy sneered, "Young just caught the Nuggets off guard tonight, that's all. When other teams start to double-team him, it won't be so easy for him to get another 60 points. After all, he doesn't even know what . A super scorer who can't pass? What's so strange about that? There are too many shooting guards in the world who can score, but none of them has surpassed Kobe."
"Just wait and see, Super Yang will find a way to solve the passing problem. He has never disappointed his fans. But as for you, the bad guy who tried to avenge Kenny, are you ready to put on the wigs? Do you want me to go to Amazon and buy two for you?" Barkley changed the subject and mocked him mercilessly.
Van Gundy was obviously not used to Barkley's ridicule after the victory. He said angrily: "Isn't it just a wig? What's the big deal? Just wear it and don't say anything more. Am I someone who can't stand losing?"
Barkley saw Van Gundy so furious and nodded silently, quite quickly. Van Gundy was so angry that he wanted to use his size 45 leather shoes to hit his overly greasy face.
At the same time, Yang Mo called a timeout amid the cheers of the entire stadium, bowed to the fans on all sides, and then walked off the court. When he passed by Paris Hilton , he whispered, "Ms. Hilton, can I invite you for a drink after the game?"
Hearing Yang Mo's invitation, Paris Hilton, who had been desperate before, suddenly became excited again. She looked at Yang Mo in disbelief until Yang Mo repeated, "Miss Hilton, can I invite you for a drink after the game?" She came to her senses. The huge surprise made her a little at a loss, but she immediately agreed: "Okay, no problem, absolutely no problem."
Miss Paris Hilton agreed, and Yang Mo immediately smiled at the two beauties next to her and said, "Would you do me the honor of joining us?"
"Of course! Of course no problem." Taylor Swift also quickly agreed, although her tongue was a little curled with excitement. In fact, the moment Yang Mo introduced Paris Hilton to Milicic, her heart was filled with joy. Although on the surface she was still comforting Paris Hilton not to be sad, in her heart she had already sung a song of praise to God. Because Paris Hilton's elimination meant that her chance of getting Super Yang increased by one point.
Hilton's sister next to her also nodded, and she did not rule out the opportunity to have dinner with a superstar.
Only Paris Hilton was slightly disappointed: No, aren't we going on a date alone?
Paris Hilton thought it was a one-on-one date between the two of them, and it was indeed the case, except that it was a one-on-one date between Darko Milicic and her, not a one-on-one date between Yang Mo and her. The reason why Yang Mo made such an invitation was, in the final analysis, to create an opportunity for Milicic.
"I'll be waiting for you at Exit B of the underground garage." Yang Mo said this and walked towards the bench. When he reached the bench, Stein came over with some confusion and asked, "Man, aren't you going to push your score higher? Your touch is still hot, you can create 70 or even 80 points."
Yang Mo smiled slightly, took the towel handed over by the caddy and wiped his head, then said very casually: "This game is just a regular season game, it's not worth me getting 70 or 80 points. 60 points is already a big honor for the Nuggets, 70 or 80 points should be given to more important opponents."
Yang Mo said it easily, but Stan next to him felt the domineering aura coming towards him.
"Everything is up to you." Stan smiled and did not interfere with Yang Mo's decision. He positioned himself very accurately, that is, Yang Mo was the main thing, so he would not be stupid enough to confront Yang Mo like D'Antoni did. Yang Mo is an ordinary player? He is not just the core ace player of the Knicks, he is also the boss. Boss, do you understand?
Stein is a smart man, so he was able to stay under Yang Mo's command for a long time.
Shortly after Yang Mo left the field, Stein simply replaced Milicic as well, allowing the game to enter a fight between the substitutes.
Since both teams had replaced their main players and the substitutes were not particularly active on the court, some fans left the stadium early. For them, the hearty massacre was worth the price of admission, and Yang Mo's heroic performance of scoring 60 points would stay in their memory for a long time, so they didn't need to watch the scene of the whole stadium being sprayed with streamers at the end, which was just a victory ceremony. It would be better to go out and call a taxi early to avoid not being able to get a taxi.
The game was still going on, and TNT's sideline reporter had already walked to the bench with a microphone to interview Yang Mo.
"Yang, you scored 60 points in this game, breaking your career scoring record. Are you happy?"
When the reporter asked this question, Yang Mo frowned slightly, and then said very arrogantly: "I am not overly happy. Scoring is not a difficult thing for me. So the number of points does not mean much to me. What is more important to me is that we won the game. We are still No. 1 in the Eastern Conference. This is a fact that cannot be changed no matter how those stupid commentators and experts slander us."
"Uh..." The TNT reporter was stunned for a moment. He was obviously stunned by Yang Mo's domineering attitude. He had never seen a star speak like this in front of the camera. But soon, he continued to ask questions according to his interview outline: " 60 points is the highest score so far this season. Usually 60 points also means the dividing line between ordinary players and super scorers. Do you think you have reached the level of a super scorer now?"
"Of course." Yang Mo nodded, still answering arrogantly: "Otherwise why would I practice so hard all summer? Hard work must be rewarded. Now when I see those defenders are helpless against my shots, I feel refreshed. This proves that my summer training was not in vain."
"Um... Actually, you filmed a movie this summer and won the Asian Championship in China." The TNT reporter scratched his head and slightly corrected Yang Mo's words: "According to media records, you participated in the most commercial activities among all the stars in the league."
"Oh, no. These cannot be used as evidence that I don't work hard." Yang Mo shook his head and corrected the reporter's words: "You have to know that a genius can handle many things at the same time."
"So, you're saying you're a genius?"
"Can you find a more appropriate adjective?" Yang Mo asked back with a smile, looking extremely cocky.
The reporter tried hard to think about it in his head, and there was really no other better word. This guy's progress was at a level that only a genius could handle.
While he was stunned, Yang Mo suddenly reached out and took his microphone, and said to the camera: "By the way, I would like to take this opportunity to announce something to everyone. I am now announcing something as a Nike shareholder. We will indefinitely terminate the sponsorship of JR Smith's shoes. We don't need a shooting guard who lets the opponent score 60 points on his head while he himself doesn't score a single point to wear our shoes. This is a huge harm to our entire brand."
Yang Mo's words stunned the reporter, who had no idea how to respond. At this time, Yang Mo had already handed the microphone to him. He could only take the microphone, hesitate for more than ten seconds, said a few simple words, and then asked the live broadcast room to cut back the signal.
