While domestic commentators were looking forward to a bright future, Yao Ming scored again, and this time he earned a foul from Yang Mo.
He returned to the half court and was still stuck with Magloire asking for the ball. The moment Alston passed the ball in, Yang Mo rushed out to steal it, but Yao Ming had already taken aim with the corner of his eye.
Noticing his move, he grabbed the basketball first. After receiving the basketball, he quickly turned around to face Yang Mo and bumped into it. Then he deliberately threw the basketball with an awkward movement... Whoops!
The basketball hit the net and the referee decisively gave Yang Mo a foul.
Although Yang Mo was innocent of this foul, he had no choice but who let him be fooled? Therefore, he did not argue and just let the punishment go.
"Kid, you're a little too young." Yao Ming did not forget to tease Yang Mo in Chinese when he stood on the free throw line.
After hearing this, Yang Mo responded with trash talk: "What's so cool about picking up a piece of shit with the help of the referee?"
"..."
Yao Ming didn't react for a while, and it took him a while to realize that Yang Mo said he was just lucky. He wanted to fight back, but Yang Mo had already run to the front and got ready to grab the rebound. Suddenly, he felt choked and extremely uncomfortable. He really didn't.
Have you ever seen any Chinese player with such a bad mouth?
"This kid really doesn't want to suffer at all. With his vengeful character, no wonder he can suppress a group of veteran players as a rookie player. He is too strong."
Yao Ming muttered something in his mind. In fact, he admired Yang Mo. He thought it was a good thing that Yang Mo had such a personality. To play basketball, you have to be more domineering. He just suffered the disadvantage of not being domineering enough. He was often teased and teased on the court.
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Bang!
I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or something, but he, who has always been accurate in free throws, actually missed the free throw. Yang Mo immediately squeezed past Scola and easily picked off the rebound, and then handed it to Mario Chalmers. Just as he was about to run the fast break, he found that Ah
Test and Weaver were already waiting at half court, so they had no choice but to ask Chalmers to slow down and slowly run towards the frontcourt.
On the way to the front court, Yang Mo did not forget to joke to Yao Ming beside him: "You just got unlucky and picked up a foul. In the end, didn't you turn it into a rebound and give it back to me? This is called good and evil will be rewarded in the end."
Do you understand?"
Yao Ming was being chased by Yang Mo and talking trash. He felt that it was extremely noisy. If he knew that Yang Mo would be so difficult to deal with on the court, he would not have invited them to lunch. How could he scold himself after eating his own meal?
Are you saying that eating people is soft-spoken? This guy is very tough-talking!
After Yang Mo said a few words, he sped up and came to the free throw line. Just as he was about to get the ball, Artest came up to him. Sure enough, as he said, the Rockets specially sent him to defend tonight.
"Boy, don't try to score on me. I told you that I will let you see how powerful I am." Artest followed Yang Mo closely while speaking harshly, completely forgetting that Yang Mo gave him a warning before the game started.
His lessons.
Yang Mo originally didn't want the ball to play in singles. Now that Artest has said this, he can't do anything without hitting him.
Yang Mo has such a bad temper. If you dare to mess with me, I will trample you to death immediately. I will never play the role of a gentleman to seek revenge for those who have been working hard for ten years. If you want to destroy them, destroy them on the spot. I will save you from irritating your ears with your nonsense.
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Immediately, Yang Mo blocked Artest with his back. Then he reached out for the ball. Artest kept exerting force behind Yang Mo, trying to create difficulties for Yang Mo's position. But? As for his
A little strength is really not enough. It is equivalent to a seven-year-old child trying to push a strong man. Isn't this like tickling?
It is true that Artest is powerful, but that is also relative to outside players. And Yang Mo is the most powerful center in the history of the NBA. The Shark's peak power is in the NBA, he can block people and kill people.
Buddha, catching the ball is just three steps, one is to shoot the ball, the other is to deflect the opponent, and the third is to turn around and dunk. It's that simple, no matter how many people are hanging on you, I don't want to stop anyone from dunking me.
The peak strength of the shark was condensed into Yang Mo's height of 1.94 meters. The energy bursting out from each muscle can be imagined.
Therefore, Yang Mo easily caught the basketball passed by Chalmers, and then used the inside technique very decisively... Bang! Puff! Bang! Puff!
Yang Mo slapped the ball and kept hitting it in. At the first two shots, Artest could grit his teeth and hold on. After the third shot, he had to relieve his strength because he was so stubborn again.
If the confrontation continues, he will be knocked down directly. Artest does not want to lose face, so he can only release his strength.
Seeing that he had released his strength, Yang Mo stopped pushing towards the inside line. After all, there were four people inside now, one was 2.26 meters tall, the other was 2.18 meters tall, and the other two were about 2.08 meters tall.
The restricted area was very crowded, so I decided not to go in and join in the fun.
So, when Yang Mo took a step inside the free throw line, his shoulders suddenly shook. Artest hurriedly came up and tried to defend closely. But as soon as he came up, Yang Mo's buttocks lifted up... Poof!
It happened to hit his lower body, and he subconsciously let out an "oh" sound and took a deep breath of cold air.
At this moment, Yang Mo suddenly turned around with his buttocks close to his body, and then quickly pushed the ball upwards. The movements were so realistic and so fast that Artest subconsciously jumped up.
Seeing this, Yang Mo quickly moved forward and relied on Artest's body to awkwardly throw the basketball as if Yao Ming had tricked him into committing a foul... Oh!
As soon as the basketball was released, the referee blew the whistle.
Bang! The basketball hit the top edge of the rim, and Rockets fans breathed a sigh of relief. And just when Scola was about to take off the backboard, the basketball actually fell straight into the net... Whoosh!
yes!
When Yang Mo saw the basketball hit the net, he waved his arms excitedly. Then he said to Artest, who had received a foul: "Is this the defensive skill of the best defensive player in the NBA? How come it is so similar to Uncle Wang from my previous neighborhood? He
He is a retired worker, and his left leg was injured in the battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea. Your defensive actions are really exactly the same. Have you also been on the Korean battlefield?"
Being teased and ridiculed by Yang Mo in this way, Artest's old face turned purple. He was so angry that he kept adjusting his breathing. He was afraid that he could not control his emotions and punched Yang Mo in the face.
Yang Mo was not afraid of this at all. If he dared to take action first, Yang Mo would beat him to a crisp in minutes.
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