At 7:30 ET, the American Airlines Center Arena was buzzing with people, and the game finally started. When the on-site DJ introduced the home team players, Yang Mo was arranged to be the first to play. According to the rules, this is the treatment of the team's second boss.
In the past, it was Marion or Haslem. Starting tonight, it will be officially replaced by Yang Mo.
When Yang Mo came on the stage, he immediately received loud cheers, and the sound seemed to lift the roof of the arena. Everyone was shouting Yang Mo's name, cheering for him, and cheering for him. It felt like welcoming a rock star.
Same.
This was Yang Mo's first real home game, so he ran to the center of the court amid cheers from the audience, immediately leaned down and kissed the Miami Heat's logo.
This time, the cheers on the court once again climbed to another high.
Yang Mo used this move to tell the Heat fans that I am the guardian here. Tonight, no one can take away the victory from here!
Then, when other players came on the court, they never received such cheers, not even Dwyane Wade, who played in the finale. The protagonist tonight is destined to be Yang Mo, who stepped onto the American Airlines Center court for the first time wearing a jersey.
When the players from both sides were greeting each other, Kenyon Martin arrogantly whispered in Yang Mo's ear: "Rookie, I'm going to kick your ass tonight."
"Wait!" Yang Mo sneered and added another sentence in Chinese: "Silly!"
Stupid?
Kenyon Martin frowned and thought to himself, what is a stupid thing? Can it be eaten?
At the same time, the referee had already walked to the center line with the ball, preparing for a jump ball. Standing on both ends of the jump ball were Joel Anthony and Nene.
As the referee blew the whistle, he threw the basketball into the sky, and the two jumped up at the same time. But the Brazilian was the first to touch the basketball. After all, he is a man with only one egg. A man with fewer eggs will have better jumping ability.
Some, after all, are missing 2 taels of weight.
The man lacking an egg patted the basketball to the left, thinking that his teammates behind him would definitely be able to catch it.
But he underestimated the importance Yang Mo attached to the first ball. Yang Mo suddenly rushed behind him, quickly intercepted the basketball, and then used all his strength to rush forward with the basketball like lightning.
When Yang Mo ran across the center line, the Nuggets players understood something. Iverson, who was closest to him, hurried to catch up. Unfortunately... Iverson had passed his peak. Although Yang Mo's speed came from him, it was also the moment when he was at his peak.
70%, which is basically slightly better than Iverson today.
So Iverson failed to catch up with Yang Mo, and could only stop helplessly, watching Yang Mo rush into the penalty area, and then soar into the sky... Boom!
Yang Mo used all his strength to smash the basketball into the basket!
At that moment, Yang Mo pulled down the basket and nodded. When Yang Mo let go of the basket and dropped it, the basket immediately began to shake up and down. The crunching sound was transmitted through the microphone placed under the basket, causing the surrounding audience to panic.
I was a little nervous, afraid that the basket would suddenly fall apart and hit me.
"Heat fans, are you happy?" After landing, Yang Mo shouted at the top of his voice to the Heat fans who were still a little unresponsive.
Heat fans heard Yang Mo's roar. Although they didn't understand what Yang Mo meant, they immediately gave the warmest cheers.
That's awesome! I just want to dunk them to death like this to let them know that we Miamians are not easy to bully!
Amid the cheers from the audience, Yang Mo turned his head and stared disdainfully at George Karl, who was in a daze on the sidelines. He said a series of words to him like a funny dog: Doo doo doo.
When George Karl reacted and looked at Yang Mo, Yang Mo stretched out his right hand and made a throat-cutting ceremony to him indifferently.
When the Heat fans saw this arrogant and provocative move, they screamed again. It was so high! They love such arrogant stars, and they felt their adrenaline was soaring. It was even better than hiding in bed watching porn movies!
Heat fans liked this provocation very much, but George Karl didn't like it at all. He immediately rushed into the court and pulled the referee and shouted: "Referee, he provoked me, give him a t, send him off."
Send him off!"
"Calm down! Calm down, you go back to the sidelines first." The referee was a little impatient when he called him, so he stretched out his hand to signal him to calm down.
"F**k, how can I be calm? He is going to kill me, how can I be calm?" George Karl was still chattering, as if all the women in the family had been repeatedly raped by Yang Mo, and they were as manic as a rabid patient.
The referee couldn't bear to see him like this and quickly took out his whistle.
Drop! Drop!
The referee blew the whistle twice and gave a t to the provocateur Yang Mo and a t to George Karl.
The two sides exchanged two free throws, and the ball still belonged to the Heat.
Yang Mo readily accepted this penalty. He was not afraid of being whistled for cutting his throat. Anyway, he would only be sent off if he was whistled twice in a game. What was he afraid of?
But George Karl didn't accept it at all. Why? That guy provoked me so much, so you guys gave him a t, and I was the victim and I got a t, what-a-f**king-day!
He complained loudly a few times, and when the referee looked at him impatiently, he immediately closed his mouth and retreated to the sidelines. He didn't want to eat two t's at the beginning of the game, and then ran back to the locker room to watch the entire game on closed-circuit television.
Contest.
George Karl ran back to the bench full of resentment, but Yang Mo did not forget to provoke him: Thank you for assisting me with two points. Coach George.
George Karl really wanted to say die, but he was afraid that the attacking player would get another hit, so he could only pretend not to hear, but in his heart he hated Yang Mo.
Swish! Swish!
Yang Mo stood on the free throw line and made two free throws.
Then he raised his hands and made two V-signs, and the whole audience cheered again!
Heat fans had objections to the team's selection of Yang Mo before, and even abused Pat Riley, but now, they love Yang Mo to death. And it only took Yang Mo less than a minute to do this.
Watching Yang Mo conquer the entire court within one minute, Pat Riley sat on the sidelines with his legs crossed and his face was full of pride. At this moment, he was very happy, even more happy than Yang Mo.
Now, who would dare to say that Pat Riley is suffering from senile dementia?
