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"The game finally begins."
After Yang Mo landed, he closed his eyes and muttered silently in his heart, then turned around and quickly ran back to the half court.
For Yang Mo, tonight is his first step on the basketball stage. Those previous duels may not even be considered appetizers.
At the same time, Yi Yiyi, who was sitting on the rostrum, cheered excitedly and kept shouting Yang Mo's name for a while. She did not forget to say to her father: "Dad, wasn't that a good ball just now?"
Zhou Wenhai had a dark look on his face. The better Yang Mo played, the more unhappy he became. He was opposed to his daughter being associated with a basketball player from the bottom of his heart. If this spread, it would be too embarrassing for him.
At this time, the offense and defense of the game had reached half time. ** was pushed to the ground by Yang Mo's back-up singles, and he felt very unconvinced. He relied on his strength to make a living. Although he is a little older now, his strength is still there.
?Now that he is knocked down by an unknown little man, how can he swallow this breath?
Therefore, when ** returned to the half court, Yang Mo was stuck reaching for the ball.
As soon as he got stuck, Yang Mo squeezed in hard. The two forces collided, and he suddenly understood Yang Mo's strength. This surprised him very much, because he actually couldn't get the upper hand at all, and even had some
Unstable footing. If height and weight had not been an advantage, he would have been pushed away long ago.
**'s power has always been top-notch in the country. Tang Zhengdong of the CBA team, that is, the Jiangsu team, can arm-wrestle with him. Now, an unknown boy appears out of thin air and is so powerful.
** reached out for the ball, and Liu Wei quickly passed it over. Now everyone on the court knew that ** was going to regain the court, so they all opened up and let the two of them duel.
Just when the basketball was about to be caught by **, Yang Mo suddenly turned around and quickly walked around in front of **... Bang!
Before the old man could react, the basketball that was close at hand was suddenly interrupted. Then he saw Yang Mo running out, patting the ball that originally belonged to him and running towards the frontcourt.
** hurriedly chased after him, but he was old after all, and his speed was not fast to begin with. Yang Mo had already passed the halfway point before chasing even two steps. Seeing that his teammates had already returned to defense, he simply stopped.
, supporting his knees with both hands and breathing heavily. Looking at Yang Mo running like the wind, he shook his head helplessly and said sadly: "I'm old, I can't stand it anymore."
After Yang Mo dribbled the ball past half-court, Liu Weiyi immediately surrounded him. He quickly passed the ball to Harris on the left. When Harris received the ball and attracted the defensive attention, he suddenly
One accelerated into the penalty area.
Harris knew what he was thinking and lobbed the ball high. Yang Mo watched the basketball flying, jumped up suddenly, caught the basketball in the air and slammed it into the basket... Boom!
Yang Mo's powerful alley-oop made the whole audience exclaim. This was a goal among the top five goals in the NBA. From stealing the ball to fast break and then to the alley-oop, it was as smooth as mercury pouring down the ground.
Amid the cheers of the audience, Yang Mo jumped back to the ground with an arrogant look, pointed at the ceiling of the gymnasium, and shouted arrogantly: "No one can stop me!"
Yang Mo's roar was extremely arrogant, but it caused the audience to scream in surprise.
They just like such arrogant players. Basketball is a passionate sport. If they are not arrogant, can they still be called young people?
Compared with the "boil a frog in warm water" style of play of Chinese players, Yang Mo's style is certainly more attractive.
Powell on the sidelines was trembling with surprise. His hands kept writing down line after line in his notebook: flexible feet, excellent wingspan, keen judgment, quick subconscious, and most importantly, strong playing style.
, he marked this sentence with three asterisks.
Sometimes, the dividing line between stars and ordinary players is not the skills, but the style of play. The chemical reaction that a strong hard-core player brings to the team is endless. Every team needs such players to stabilize military morale. Unfortunately,
The thing is, in today's league, there are fewer and fewer such players.
At this time, in the heart of die-hard Hot Honey Powell, he was already imagining the scene of Yang Mo and Dwyane Wade playing side by side. The Heat's inside line is in great need of such a strong backbone.
He quickly turned on the DV player. He couldn't wait to record the game footage, and then quickly sent it to Mr. Patrelli to let him know how outstanding this kid was.
"Dad, Dad, did you see that? Another dunk!" Yiyi on the podium said excitedly, pulling Zhou Wenhai's sleeve.
Zhou Wenhai looked ugly, but he still managed a smile and said, "I saw it."
"Is it powerful?" Yi Yi quickly asked again. She now urgently needs her father's approval of Yang Mo.
But Zhou Wenhai never wanted Yang Mo to be with Yi Yi from the beginning. No matter how good Yang Mo was at playing, he would not be tempted, but he still said perfunctorily: "Awesome."
Seeing his father praising Yang Mo, Yiyi became even happier.
At this time, the game has continued. The Mingyang team brought the basketball to the frontcourt. Liu Wei was a little too big when passing the ball horizontally, and was directly intercepted by Harris, who had sharp eyesight. After Harris intercepted the ball, he quickly started a fast break, and Yang
Mo also followed. The two men's fast break awareness was undoubtedly the best in the Jinding team. Before the other three players understood what was going on, the two of them had already passed half time.
After halftime, the defensive players immediately surrounded Harris, and Harris quickly handed the ball to Yang Mo. Yang Mo took the basketball and was already one step beyond the three-point line. At this moment, Yang Mo took off without any hesitation...
Whoosh!
The basketball hit the net and made a clean three-pointer.
When the basketball hit the net, Yang Mo still kept his shooting motion, and the audience burst into applause. At this time, the audience's emotions were all aroused by Yang Mo. It only took less than a minute for Yang Mo to beat the three thousand people in the audience.
Many viewers have all become their own fans.
This is fucking called court temperament.
As long as Yang Mo is on the court, he has countless ways to detonate the entire court, whether it is through scoring or defense. This temperament is mysterious, but it does exist. Just like Michael Jordan, no matter how many points his team is behind, as long as he is on the court
, the fans will not lose hope. This is something that is innate, and it happens to Yang Mo too.
"The feeling is all back."
Yang Mo shook his fist vigorously. He was so excited that the feeling came back when he needed it most.
"A natural shooter, perfect!"
Powell excitedly wrote this line in his notebook. He liked Yang Mo so much. He never thought there would be such a genius waiting for him before coming here. He couldn't wait to watch Yang Mo put on Miami
jersey.
This guy can not only hit people in the penalty area on the defensive end, but he can also throw in three-pointers on the offensive end. Isn't this the teammate Dwyane Wade needs most? The two of them must have a wonderful chemical reaction, maybe they are
Next Michael Jordan vs. Scottie Pippen.
"Dad..." Seeing Yang Mo throw in another three-pointer, Yiyi excitedly wanted to say something more to her father, but Zhou Wenhai had already stood up and walked towards the toilet.
