Head coach Wang Yuhuai had just thought that Yang Mo might be a talent, but Yang Mo got into trouble.
Yang Mo didn't know why, but he suddenly yelled at several players of the national team: "Do you laugh again, laugh again? I'll beat you up one by one."
China has always been about moderation, and basketball players follow the same pattern. Basically, they rarely shout and vent their passion on the court. There are even fewer people who take the initiative to provoke like Yang Mo, and he also does it to the big bosses of the national team.
Roar.
These big guys of the national team are the top stars in the country. They are the only ones who bully others. How can any newcomer dare to yell at him? Among the five, Wang Zhizhi is better. After all, he has played in the NBA. If he is more arrogant, he will be more arrogant.
I have heard of it and know that this is part of the stadium culture.
But others didn't understand. Zhu Fangyu and Wang Shipeng immediately surrounded him and shouted back at the top of their voices: "What are you talking about?"
"I said." Yang Mo's momentum was not inferior to the two of them. He stared back at the two of them, puffed out his chest, and said word by word: "I will beat you one by one."
"Who do you think you are? You were wearing crotchless pants when I was playing ball." Wang Shipeng raised his nostrils and immediately raised his fists. If Mike Harris hadn't rushed over to separate them, they probably would have started a fight.
Although Yang Mo was separated, he still refused to give up. He pointed at Wang Shipeng and said: "Whether it's fighting or playing ball, I can handle you."
"Okay, kid, come if you want. See how I deal with you."
Wang Shipeng put down these words, turned around, explained a few words to Chen Jianghua, and then took the ball on his own initiative.
As soon as he got the ball, Yang Mo got close to him.
puff!
Wang Shipeng dribbled the ball and pushed towards Yang Mo, trying to force Yang Mo away with his body. But how could Yang Mo's strength be such that his small body could knock him away? Could he knock away O'Neal? Of course not, so he
You can't knock Yang Mo away either.
Bang!
At that moment, Wang Shipeng staggered and took a step back. Before Wang Shipeng could stabilize his body, Yang Mo's long arm had already taken advantage of his unsteady footing to reach over... Bang! The basketball originally controlled by Wang Shipeng was knocked down at that moment, and then Yang Mo's long arm reached out.
Mo rushed forward, picked up the basketball, rushed into the penalty area, jumped high and slammed the basketball into the basket... Boom!
A beautiful one-handed tomahawk dunk.
Although the jumping height is not particularly high, it is very powerful. The impact it brings is unparalleled. At least no domestic player can complete such a high-quality dunk.
The youth team players on the sidelines wanted to applaud, but when they saw the faces of the national team bosses getting uglier than the other, they fell silent in order not to offend anyone, although they still applauded Yang Mo in their hearts.
Seeing this, Wang Yuhuai shook his head. He has been immersed in domestic basketball teams for many years, but he still doesn't know the personalities of these players who grew up in sports schools? The better Yang Mo performs today, the less likely he is to succeed in the future, and even
There's no way to get into the national team. Sometimes you can't get into the Chinese basketball national team just by playing well, and you have to deal with factions. If these people are determined not to agree, no one can get in.
"You dribble so high and you want to be a point guard, shoot your three-pointers well." After Yang Mo dunked the ball, he looked back and said something sarcastic to Wang Shipeng.
When Wang Shipeng heard this, he clenched his teeth, his eyes were filled with anger, and his fists were squeezed so hard that blood could be squeezed out of his palms.
At this time, his dislike for Yang Mo had reached its peak. But at the same time, he also knew that he might not be able to dribble past this kid. After all, this guy was not only nimble in his steps and long in arms, but also had such abnormal strength.
So, he decisively stopped dribbling the next ball. Instead, he handed the ball to Chen Jianghua and asked him to dribble.
Wang Shipeng did not provoke himself, and Yang Mo did not take the initiative to mark him. After returning to the half court, he got into the penalty area and appeared as an inside player. Yang Mo was inside and Mike Harris was swimming on the outside. Due to their defensive system,
It's a zone defense, so even if the other three are not very good, the two can still use their excellent athletic ability to wipe their butts and prevent the defensive system from collapsing.
Because Yang Mo and others tightened their defense, Wang Shipeng finally chose to shoot a three-pointer from the outside...Bang!
The basketball hit the neck of the basket. Yang Mo jumped up high, overpowered Wang Zhizhi to get the rebound, and then passed a long pass to Harris who was about to go down. Harris dunked the ball. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth. No one could have imagined how many times these two people would do it.
We were still rivals days ago.
In the next game, Yang Mo's team actually had the upper hand. When the referee blew the whistle, the score had reached 41:35. Yang Mo's team was in the lead. If Wang Zhizhi hadn't used his height to forcefully eat Yang Mo three or four times, the score would have been 41:35.
It’s even worse. Even though the score between the two sides was 20:5 before Yang Mo came on the field, the national team was in the lead.
When the referee announced the timeout, Wang Shipeng, who was being guarded very ugly, stopped the game directly. Zhu Fangyu and Sun Ye also had the intention of not playing. Seeing this, Wang Yuhuai had no choice but to declare the game to be abandoned and continue to train separately. After all, for him, these days of the national team
Individuality is the key player in the next game. No matter how powerful Yang Mo is, he is still one person. He knows better than anyone what is important and what is important.
Wang Yuhuai announced that the competition was cancelled, and Yang Mo was not angry. Anyway, he was not the one with no grace, and he was the biggest winner so far.
He originally didn't know much about his own strength, but now after competing with these national team players, he probably has a good idea. As long as he regains all his offensive skills, he will have no problem entering the second round of the NBA.
, after all, Sun Yue was selected by the Lakers in the second round last year, and he is much stronger than him. Whether it is immediate combat ability or potential, Yang Mo is only twenty years old this year.
When Yang Mo was sitting by and thinking about his draft prospects, Mike Harris came over and asked: "Hey, buddy, you played really well, why weren't you selected for the Chinese national team?"
"Who knows?" Yang Mo shrugged, speaking fluent English and thinking in pure English.
"Have you ever lived in the United States?" Mike Harris asked curiously: "Why does your English have an East Coast accent? Were you in New York before?"
"No, I have never been to the United States." Yang Mo shook his head. He thought for a moment that he should have got his spoken English from O'Neal. O'Neal is from New Jersey, so he naturally has the accent from the East Coast.
"That's really weird." Mike Harris scratched his head in confusion. His head was full of muscles. How could he understand such a profound thing? So after a while, he changed the subject and continued to ask: "
It seems like you haven’t played CBA either?”
"Well, I am preparing to participate in this year's NBA draft." Yang Mo truthfully told Mike Harris his thoughts and asked: "You have played in the NBA, can you give me some advice?"
When Yang Mo said this, Mike Harris frowned. He scratched his head and said, "I'm not optimistic about your NBA journey. You are very strong and have good rebounding ability. However, your offensive skills
It seems that you have no special skills and no accurate position, and your height is too embarrassing."
Mike Harris frowned, all he talked about was Yang Mo's shortcomings.
After hearing this, Yang Mo lost the little confidence he had just accumulated. He argued hard: "On the defensive end, I can hit people and grab rebounds. On the offensive end, I can also shoot three-pointers. My three-pointers are very accurate."
My dribbling is not bad either, few people can take the basketball away from me."
"But...you are still too short."
"Um..." Mike Harris mentioned his height, and Yang Mo was speechless. As an ordinary person, his height is enough, but for a basketball player, especially someone like him who has been playing basketball since childhood.
Forwards or even power forwards are too short.
Seeing that Yang Mo was a little downcast, Mike Harris comforted him: "But don't worry. There is a Chinese market behind you, and there will be teams that will choose you. At least you are much better than that guy, he was selected last year."
Already."
Being comforted by Mike Harris, Yang Mo didn't feel much better. He wanted to gain a foothold in the NBA by relying on his strength, not the so-called Chinese market. If he wanted to go to the NBA to see the water cooler, he would rather not go.
"Come on, you join me in a duel." Yang Mo hooked Mike Harris.
Mike Harris happened to have itchy hands, so he agreed. The two found a basket, and we started a one-on-one attack and defense.
