Chapter 55: Rebound Maniac
While most people were paying attention to what Yang Mo and Pat Riley were talking about, the situation on the court quietly changed. Previously, the Heat beat the Nets, but now it's the other way around. After Vince Carter was blocked, he suddenly found himself five years ago, breaking through, shooting, and dunking. Devin Harris also evolved into Iverson, with all kinds of sharp two plus one. When facing Joel Anthony, Najera was like a shark incarnation, taking whatever he wanted.
Soon, the Heat went from leading by seven points to trailing by ten points. All that happened was Yang Mo chatting with Pat Riley off the court for less than five minutes.
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When Spoelstra called a timeout and walked towards Pat Riley with a helpless look on his face, Pat Riley looked up at the scoreboard and then he was obviously angry: What the hell? The opponent can beat 18:2 in just five minutes?
"What's going on?" Pat Riley asked Spoelstra with a stern face.
Although Spoelstra is the Heat's head coach, the one who really makes the decisions is Pat Riley, so he seemed a little timid , and said in a low voice: "Our rebounds were snatched away, and no one could stop Carter and Harris from breaking through the paint. In addition, Dwyane has not found his form yet."
Pat Riley took a deep breath, pointed at Yang Mo next to him, and said, "Put Yang on, replace Haslem, replace Beasley, replace Anthony, and put Dorell and Chris on."
"But this is the case... we only have Yang in the inside line, right..." Spoelstra was a little hesitant. He still felt that Yang Mo alone was not enough to support the Heat's inside line. The average height of this lineup was less than six feet five, which was too small.
"Do you have any other ideas?"
Pat Riley glared at the Filipino, who immediately behaved and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes."
Having said that, he hurried over to get the tactical board to arrange the tactics.
After a while, the whistle sounded and the game resumed. When Yang Mo and others walked onto the court, the fans were stunned: Was the Heat team fooled? They actually replaced five little guys? Did they think they hadn't lost enough?
No one was optimistic about the Heat's lineup, just like they were not optimistic about Yang Mo before.
"Oppa." Amid the boos and jeers from the audience, Girls' Generation stood up together on the sidelines and said, "Come on, come on, come on!"
Nine young girls cheered for Yang Mo in unison, and they are now the most popular girl group in the world. Even Michael Jordan has never enjoyed such treatment.
At this moment, almost all the players on the field envied Yang Mo. In fact, every man with normal sexual orientation envied Yang Mo. Who wouldn't want to sleep with a big woman? Who wouldn't want to have a harem of three thousand beauties? However, there were too few men who could do this. Many men couldn't even handle one woman, and could only silently envy Yang Mo's good relationship with women in their hearts.
"Come on!" Yang Mo turned around, made a V sign to Girls' Generation, and went on stage.
After entering the court, Yang Mo took the initiative to gather his teammates and had a brief discussion: "Later, everyone, take three-point shots when you have the chance. Don't worry about anything. We're playing a run-and-gun game, so we have plenty of ball possession. And even if you miss, I'm still in there."
Yang Mo spoke like a leader, but Dwyane Wade didn't say anything. He wasn't a fussy boss, and he had never even asked the rookie Yang Mo to carry his bag. Of course, this was also related to the time when Yang Mo almost beat Marion to death. After that incident, no veteran player in the team asked Yang Mo to run errands anymore, but Beasley and Chalmers were often ordered around. Once, Haslem even asked Chalmers to buy him a hamburger in the middle of the night.
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As the whistle sounded, the Heat ran like a clockwork machine. When they ran to the frontcourt, the Nets' defense had not yet been in place, and Dorell White, who ran to the bottom corner, received a pass from Chalmers and shot a three-pointer directly... Bang!
Although White is a shooter, he is not a player who can shine as soon as he is on the court. Therefore, the basketball was a failure without any suspense.
The basketball hit the rim and bounced high. Najera got into a good position and was about to jump up to grab the rebound, but at the moment he was about to jump, Yang Mo pushed Najera aside with his butt and easily grabbed the rebound.
After Yang Mo grabbed the rebound, he didn't attack directly. Instead, he threw the basketball to Chris Quinn in the left corner and shouted, "Chris, come and try your hand."
Chris Quinn took the basketball without any hesitation, jumped up and shot...bang!
The basketball missed the target again .
This time, Nahurala stood firm in his horse stance and was also ready to fake a fall. As long as Yang Mo exerted force, he would fall to the ground. Through the previous competition, he also found that although he was strong, he was still a long way from Yang Mo, a rookie. Since physical strength was not enough, he could only rely on his acting skills.
However, Yang Mo did not have the opportunity to show his acting skills. When the basketball was about to fall, he suddenly turned around and spun around Najera's body like a spinning top. The action was full of beauty. Najera had not reacted yet and didn't know whether to fake a fall.
By the time he finally realized that the best position had been taken by Yang Mo, Yang Mo had already jumped up lightly and grabbed the rebound with his long arms.
He grabbed two offensive rebounds in a row, causing the Nets fans to exclaim in surprise . It felt like they were shouting "No, no, I'm going to lose it, I'm going to cum" as soon as he inserted it. That's right, Yang Mo's two offensive rebounds were like pinching their testicles, making them lose the ability to climax.
However, Yang Mo did not intend to stop there. Instead, he continued to throw the ball to Dorell Wright who had already moved to a 45-degree angle, and shouted, "Dorrell, I'll give you another chance."
Wright received the ball and shot decisively ...bang!
The basketball missed the target again, and Yang Mo quickly positioned himself under the basket. Just as he was about to jump, Najera could no longer bear the feeling of being teased. It felt as if his wife took off her clothes and had sex with someone else after just a slight hook, and then praised the other person's skills in front of him.
So, he pushed Yang Mo hard, and Yang Mo staggered and almost fell down.
At the same time, the basketball bounced high and fell directly into the net.
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The referee blew the whistle, indicating that Najera committed a pushing foul, the goal was valid, and the ball possession returned to the Heat.
Shh!
The fans in the stadium booed crazily. They were already upset because Yang Mo got two consecutive rebounds. Then Wright made a three-pointer. Finally, Najera was called for a foul, giving Yang Mo another chance to play. This made people slap their hands. Finally, they opened the bottle cap and saw four big words written on it: Do it again! !
Is there anything more fucked up than this?
Of course there was. After the referee blew the whistle, Yang Mo walked up to Najera with a smile on his face, patted him on the shoulder very kindly, and said, "Don't be depressed, buddy. You almost grabbed the rebound just now, really. The future belongs to you, come on!"
After Yang Mo finished speaking, Najera's face, which had originally only turned blue with anger, turned into the color of liver, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound. If he had not been a good professional, he would have punched Yang Mo long ago.
"FUCK! I've been in the league for nine years, and I still need a rookie like you to teach me a lesson? What do you mean the future belongs to me? Does the future of the senior fitness center belong to me?"
Najera cursed fiercely in his heart.
He could only curse in his heart, but Yang Mo stood out of bounds to serve the ball, which was the fruit of his victory.
