Chapter 48: Proud
On the evening of November 3, the Nets' home stadium was completely empty. Not a single one of the 23,000 seats was empty. Some people even crowded in the aisles, making it look like the Spring Festival travel rush. This was the best news for the Nets' owner. It was the first time since Jason Kidd left the team. So, he sincerely hoped that Yang Mo could come more often. No matter how much the fans hated Yang Mo, he liked him from the bottom of his heart and welcomed him to come often.
The game officially started amid the noisy cheers of the fans. When the visiting players were introduced, the Heat players were booed. At this time, Pat Riley, who was sitting next to Yang Mo, whispered to Yang Mo: "Don't be nervous, this is how it is on the road. Just block out the boos."
"It's okay." Yang Mo smiled and shook his head, saying calmly: "The louder they boo, the more afraid they are of us."
Pat Riley was a little surprised that Yang Mo was so calm . He had never seen a rookie with such tough nerves. Michael Beasley seemed a little uneasy in the home game yesterday.
Soon, the game started, and neither side let the protagonist of the war of words start. The starting lineup of the Heat was Magloire, Haslem, Michael Beasley, Dwyane Wade and Mario Chalmers.
The New Jersey Nets' starting lineup is Swift, Yi Jianlian, Bobby Simmons, Vince Carter and Devin Harris.
drop!
As the referee blew the whistle to start the game, the basketball was thrown straight from the center of the court into the sky. Magloire and Swift jumped at the same time... Bang! Swift pushed the basketball aside before Magloire, but Dwyane Wade controlled the basketball before Vince Carter.
Then...drop!
Dwyane Wade requests a timeout.
This inexplicable action shocked the entire audience. No one knew what happened to Dwyane Wade. Was he injured?
In the midst of ignorant speculation, Magloire walked off the court, and Yang Mo took off his jersey and jacket and walked towards the court. Instantly, the whole audience booed like a tide, mixed with many curses, and racial discrimination words such as "yellow pig, go home" were heard.
Yang Mo was unmoved by what he heard, and his heart was very calm. He just whispered softly: "Scold me! Scold me! You will get a lesson."
This was Pat Riley 's design. The reason why he didn't want Yang Mo to start was that he wanted Yang Mo to go onto the court alone, defeat all the contemptuous ridicules by himself, and prove to the world: Yang Mo is not a fake, and Pat Riley is not an Alzheimer's patient.
After walking onto the court and high-fiving his teammates, Yang Mo came to Swift. This was the stepping stone carefully selected for him by Pat Riley. When the two discussed on the plane last night, they had already thought that the Nets would start with Swift. And this physical guy is undoubtedly the easiest to deal with in the Nets' interior. Therefore, using him as a sacrifice is undoubtedly the best target.
"Little guy, are you following me because I want you to dunk on your face?" Swift teased Yang Mo with a look of contempt.
Yang Mo smiled coldly and said, "I want to beat you until you pee."
"Come on then!" Swift said with disdain. He didn't take Yang Mo seriously at all.
Seeing Yang Mo following Swift, all the so-called experts watching the game were dumbfounded: What is he doing? He is tall enough to play power forward, but he dares to play center. Is he eager to be abused by Swift?
No one thinks Yang Mo can have the slightest advantage over Swift. You know, Swift is famous for his physical fitness, while Yang Mo's physical test data is basically considered third-class disabled in the NBA. Comparing the two, the difference is obvious.
At the same time , all the Chinese fans clenched their fists, they couldn't wait to test whether this compatriot had the ability. Among the hundreds of millions of viewers, Monkey and his friends were particularly excited. This was their brother, the brother they had played with for four years, and now he was standing on the highest stage of basketball, how could they not be excited?
drop!
The referee blew the whistle and the game continued.
At the moment the referee blew the whistle, Yang Mo suddenly ran towards . Before Swift could figure out what was going on, Dwyane Wade passed the ball into the restricted area. At this time, the restricted area of the Nets was empty. Yang Mo, who rushed into the paint area, jumped high, caught the basketball in the air, and swung it hard, using all his strength to smash it towards the basketball... Boom!
The basket made a deafening sound, which was particularly shocking when picked up by the microphone at the back.
The moment Yang Mo slammed the basketball into the basket with tremendous force, the originally noisy stadium suddenly became silent, and everyone held their breath under the strong shaking of the basket.
Squeak!
Yang Mo jumped lightly from the basket, then looked around with great dominance, and gently stretched out his index finger and placed it to his lips: Hush!
drop!
Yang Mo's provocative action quickly earned him the first technical foul in his NBA career. Then there was a hurricane-like booing and abuse from the entire audience.
Yang Mo smiled and said he didn't care. This was his goal. It was so fun to be able to make more than 20,000 audience members bark like dogs with just a small move!
Yang Mo received a technical foul and ran back to the half court with a happy look on her face amid boos and curses from the audience.
When this picture was transmitted to China, the whole country was in an uproar. It was so handsome! So domineering! This is what a Chinese man is!
The fans thought Yang Mo was very domineering, but the CCTV commentator didn't know how to explain this behavior. He could only suppress his excitement and said, "Yang Mo's dunk was great and very satisfying. When he dunked, his defender was even outside the three-point line, which shows that his offensive awareness is very good. It's just that... his last move was a little uncool."
Although the commentator said that he was not calm enough, he was cheering in his heart: Yes, we should boo those idiots like this, to let them know that we Chinese are not easy to bully.
But these words are too discordant. As the most harmonious TV station, they can only keep it in their hearts if they still want to keep their jobs.
The commentator had to consider harmony, but Monkey and others, as Yang Mo's brothers, shouted recklessly: Fuck! Brother Mo is awesome! Fuck those Americans, fuck them!
"It's been more than two months since the draft, and I'm finally getting some relief."
Pat Riley, who was sitting on the sidelines, was also in a state of turmoil. The pressure he had endured in the past two months was no less than that of Yang Mo. Now Yang Mo proved his good judgment with this powerful dunk. And the silencing gesture made him vent his resentment. He even wanted to stand up and follow Yang Mo's gesture, or give the middle finger to all the fans in the stadium.
But...as a gentleman who keeps his hair shiny and sleek every day, he couldn't do such a vulgar thing in public.
"See? This is Yang. This is Pat Riley's victory." Michael Jordan, who was watching the live broadcast, shouted angrily to the assistant next to him. He regretted very much. He regretted why he did not trade with the Bucks in advance. In this way... Yang Mo would be his player.
"But... this is just a sneak attack?" the assistant said weakly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a picture came from the TV... Yang Mo jumped high and slapped the basketball thrown by Swift fiercely out of the court, and then roared angrily.
"How... is this possible?" The assistant couldn't believe his eyes.
At this time, the TV was already replaying the previous scene. After Swift returned to the half court, he immediately stopped Yang Mo and asked for the ball. As a veteran who had been in the NBA for many years, he couldn't watch himself being humiliated by a rookie without responding. Devin Harris, who was in control of the ball, saw him asking for the ball and passed the ball in.
As soon as Swift received the ball, he wanted to squeeze Yang Mo away and force a dunk with his height and jumping advantage, but... he underestimated Yang Mo's strength. The moment he received the ball, Yang Mo, who had not been exerting any strength, instantly released all his strength, and Swift also exerted his strength to squeeze Yang Mo... The two forces collided! Poof!
Swift was squeezed out one step away in a panic. Before he could stand firm, Yang Mo came up to him again, squeezing him with force. Swift retreated step by step, without even the space to jump, let alone dunk. Moreover, the distance from the basket was getting farther and farther, and he was about to be squeezed out of the paint area.
If he passed the basketball to his teammates at this time, Swift would never be able to raise his head again. He wanted to play against Yang Mo, but he was squeezed so hard that he didn't even have the space to jump. This was like trying to show off but getting screwed.
At the moment when he was about to be squeezed out of the paint, he gritted his teeth and made a turnaround jump shot... Unfortunately, due to the lack of jumping space, he didn't jump up at all, and at the moment when he barely jumped up to shoot, Yang Mo jumped up like a hungry wolf... Bang! With a fierce slap of his long arms, the basketball was madly pulled to the sixth row of the audience and hit the face of a fat fan heavily, and blood flowed immediately.
After landing, Yang Mo roared to the sky, and then roared in Chinese: "Fuck! Nets fans, are you happy? I am very happy!!!"
Yang Mo’s voice was very loud. Although the audience at the scene did not understand it, when it was transmitted to domestic television through the microphone, the commentators were petrified. They had no idea how to explain it. This... was too discordant!
The fans in front of the TV were clapping and cheering crazily. It was so satisfying! That’s how we should punish those stupid idiots!
