Chapter 390 Welcome Home
For the outside world, Super Yang's return to his hometown is definitely a highlight, and he will definitely go on a killing spree. There is even public opinion analysis that Yang Mo, who will report any flaws, will definitely get a memorable big data in the Heat, such as 70 points or something.
But in fact, Yang Mo asked Stein for a rest on the plane to Miami.
When Yang Mo asked him to take a break, Stan was stunned because Yang Mo didn't seem to have any fighting spirit at all. In his opinion, Yang Mo should be more motivated. After all, what Pat Riley did this summer was not authentic at all.
Everyone felt that Pat Riley had let Yang Mo down, and that Miami had let Yang Mo down. But Yang Mo couldn't tell who owed whom. In Miami, he was treated like a hero for the first time. He missed and enjoyed the scene of being worshiped and shouted "super yang" in Miami, especially when he was not doing well in New York.
Compared to New York, Miami is paradise.
In addition to the lovely fans, Pat Riley is also one of the reasons. Although Pat Riley bought out Yang Mo, who was just injured, very ruthlessly, after all, Yang Mo was promoted to the NBA by him under tremendous pressure, which is a favor of recognition.
Yang Mo was unwilling to point his bayonet at his former master.
After a moment of surprise, Stan suddenly laughed and said, "I always thought you were a very cold guy, but I didn't expect you to be so tender."
"I'm only cruel to people I hate or who hate me." Yang Mo said coolly.
What he meant, of course, was that Miami was given special treatment.
Hearing this, Stein smiled faintly and then slowly said, "If one day, New York and Miami meet in the Eastern Conference Finals, will you also give up the away game?"
Yang Mo immediately understood what Stan meant. He frowned and thought for a while, then stood up and said, "We'll talk about it later." Just as he was about to go back to his seat, Stan reached out and grabbed him. He turned around, and Stan looked at him with burning eyes: "I won't allow you to rest. From the beginning of the game, I will put you on the court, whether you are willing to face the Miami players or not. As a professional player, you must learn to face it from the beginning. I won't give you time to prepare, and neither will I."
Stan's words were very firm, but after he finished speaking, he let go of Yang Mo's hand as if he had given in, and then looked away.
Yang Mo did not think that Stein was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Instead, he calmed down and thought about what he said. He paused for a moment, then walked to the front and closed his eyes to rest.
Soon, the plane arrived in Miami, it was already late at night.
When the New York players stepped off the plane and walked into the airport corridor, they were all stunned. There were at least a thousand people standing on both sides, holding various banners, the largest of which had yellow characters on a red background that read: Welcome home! Super Yang!
When Yang Mo saw the banner, tears welled up in her eyes before she could even react. At the same time, the fans who saw Yang Mo started to shout in unison: Super Yang! Super Yang!
In an instant, the entire airport was filled with this powerful and emotional greeting, as if the roof was about to be blown off.
Yang Mo subconsciously raised her hands high. Even though her tears had already been flowing out, her movements were so familiar to those she had experienced at the American Airlines Center in the past.
When Yang Mo opened her arms and walked towards the crazy fans, the shouts in the airport became louder and more powerful.
Originally Yang Mo was still hesitant about whether to play or not, but now he has made up his mind and must play. And he will give his all. This is not revenge, but gratitude. He is grateful that there are such a group of fans who have always supported him. They did not give up their support just because Yang Mo wore the jersey of another team, so why should he give up performing for them? Let the supporters see a stronger self, is there a better way to express gratitude than this?
Amid the cheers of cheering that echoed throughout the airport, Yang Mo boarded the bus and headed to his hotel. Along the way, Yang Mo's eyes never left the familiar environment outside the window. He had been here for a year, so it was impossible for him to have no feelings for the place. When the familiar scenes replayed in his mind like a movie, even the initial criticisms from the Miami people turned into beautiful memories.
Yang Mo drove back to the hotel with a smile on her face. When she arrived at the hotel, she found a banner hanging in the lobby: Welcome home, super yang! Thousands of signatures were attached to it.
When Yang Mo got closer, she seemed to see thousands of real fans, as if she heard them shouting loudly: Super Yang!
Unable to hold back, Yang Mo, who never shed tears, had her eyes filled with tears again.
After wiping away her tears with her sleeves, Yang Mo walked to the hotel staff and asked if she could take the banner away. After receiving a positive reply, she immediately folded it and carefully took it into the elevator. When she arrived at her room, she found that it had also been designed with surprises. The entire wall was covered with Yang Mo's wonderful moments in the game, including three-point shots, arrogant celebrations, and dunks over people...
Looking at these pictures, Yang Mo couldn't help being moved again. He slowly walked to the side and looked at them carefully.
That night, Yang Mo slept very soundly, and he really felt like he was back home.
The next day, I rested in the hotel for a day and did nothing. I just stayed in the hotel and browsed the local websites in Miami. I found that the discussions above were basically centered around the theme of Super Yang returning home. Ninety percent of these discussions were about missing Yang Mo. What was more likely than missing Yang Mo was cursing Pat Riley. Without exception, all Miami people thought Pat Riley was an idiot. In the eyes of some extreme fans, even if Dwyane was traded away, Super Yang should be kept. Because in their hearts, the passion that Super Yang brought to them was unmatched by anyone. It was Super Yang who pulled the game back from the wrong path countless times, it was Super Yang who gave them the confidence to be invincible, and it was Super Yang who let them know that no opponent was invincible.
If the Miami Heat were to choose between LeBron James and Super Yang, they would undoubtedly choose Super Yang. However, the Heat's general manager chose LeBron.
On the afternoon of the third day, when the Knicks bus appeared outside the American Airlines Center, it was warmly welcomed by Miami fans. Thousands of fans who had lined up in advance gave Yang Mo the loudest cheers. No matter which team's jersey Yang Mo wore, he was always the irreplaceable Super Yang in their hearts!
Miami fans lined the streets to welcome Yang Mo, but the Heat's top brass had mixed feelings about Yang Mo's return. At least Pat Riley was in a bad mood. He didn't want to admit that he was wrong, but reality told him that he was wrong. He believed that when LeBron James revealed his trump card, he would be able to win back some reputation as a fortune teller. But now, he could only swallow his anger and let the fans curse him.
Although he felt very uncomfortable, he still went to meet Yang Mo in advance when the visiting team players were doing adaptive training.
When the two met face to face again, he thought Yang Mo would at least keep a straight face towards him. But in fact, it was Yang Mo who took the initiative to greet him. Yang Mo said hi to him very enthusiastically, and then walked over and patted his shoulder like before: "Hey, boss, your hairstyle is cooler than before."
Yang Mo was so natural that Pat Riley didn't know how to respond. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Welcome back to the American Airlines Center!"
"Thank you." Yang Mo smiled slightly: "I will use my best condition to present a wonderful ."
"I also look forward to seeing your progress." Pat Riley smiled faintly. Although it was not sincere enough, it was still frank.
"Yes." Yang Mo nodded, and then said: "Please pay attention to my ball-handling and breakthrough abilities. There is a huge difference between me now and before!"
"Okay." Pat Riley nodded with a smile.
At this point, things suddenly became a little awkward. Just when Pat Riley didn't know how to continue the topic, Dwyane Wade walked over.
Wade, dressed in a suit, came over and punched Yang Mo in the chest. He smiled and joked, "Boy, not bad. The box office broke records again, and he also had scandals with so many female stars."
Wade's expression looks much more natural than Pat Riley's.
"They are just gossips. Don't take them seriously." Yang Mo replied with a smile.
"Fuck you, don't think I don't know how many girlfriends you have." Wade continued to tease: "I have seen at least three different women being intimate with you."
"We are all friends, all friends." Yang Mo said somewhat unnaturally.
Seeing that Yang Mo and Wade were chatting about gossip and personal matters, Pat Riley couldn't get in the conversation, so he simply nodded to Yang Mo and walked aside to watch his team's players warm up. As soon as he left, Beasley and Chalmers, two of Yang Mo's former loyal followers, quickly came over and chatted with Yang Mo. It seemed that their feelings had not faded because of the distance...
