From the moment he won the second pick, Pat Riley actually gave up any hope for this year's draft. In his opinion, the Chicago Bulls would definitely choose Derrick Rose. And the choice before him was
Only Michael Beasley, Westbrook and OJ Mayo.
Beasley is a good player, a data maniac in college. But his off-court problems are too bad, he is not active in training, and his defensive ability is better than nothing. OJ Mayo is also a good player, but only limited to his height
, his position is too embarrassing, he plays the shooting guard position, not to mention the position overlap with Dwyane Wade, even if it does not overlap, there are big problems. First of all, his physical fitness is not strong, and secondly, he is short.
The defense is also so-so. If he is given unlimited firing rights, he may be able to play, but...Miami already has the Heat.
As for Westbrook, he has great potential, but Miami already has Dwyane Wade and doesn't need a second Flash.
Therefore, he had to focus on those non-hot players, hoping to find treasures, but unfortunately, none of these players were treasures. Until...last night, he received a videotape sent by his good friend Powell from across the ocean.
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He watched it and thought it was nothing at first. But when he saw the little man overturning the bus, stealing Yi Jianlian, making a fast break, and finally leading the team to a great momentum, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"That's him!"
Pat Riley shook his arm fiercely, and he couldn't be more excited. He looked at the comments sent by Powell. The comments above were very similar to his judgment, whether it was about Yang Mo's strength, rebounding ability, quickness, etc.
He strongly agrees with his offensive awareness. 0. Until the last sentence, 'a natural leader, a Michael Jordan-like player'.
Seeing this sentence, he couldn't help but gasped a little and muttered: "Powell is not a person who likes to talk big. Does this Chinese guy really look like Michael Jordan? It seems that he must have a good trial training tomorrow.
okay."
The reason why Pat Riley had doubts about Powell's last words was because he hadn't seen the previous scenes of the Jinding team. Before Yang Mo came on the field, the Jinding team was a group of sheep at their mercy. But as soon as Yang Mo came on the field, he dunked
Two baskets later, the sheep instantly transformed into a ferocious army of tigers and wolves.
Early the next morning, as soon as Yang Mo got up, the Miami Heat staff came over to invite Yang Mo to the training facility. This is a great honor for the rookie. Michael Beasley didn't get this treatment when he came here two days ago.
Knowing that the person who took the lead to invite people was Miami's General Manager Fu, if he was not an important person, how could he personally take action?
Yang Mo obviously didn't think the other party's visit was grand. He thought it was the result of Powell's arrangement.
The group of people arrived at the training hall. Pat Riley had been waiting for a long time. He was followed by several other deputy general managers, heads of major departments, and a group of trainers.
Seeing the opponent in such a big fight, Yang Mo seemed to be under a lot of pressure. It would be a big loss if he lost face in front of these people.
"Hello, Mr. Yang Mo." Pat Riley walked up first and said to Yang Mo with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Mr. Riley." Yang Mo shook hands with Pat Riley politely, and then after Pat Riley's introduction, he shook hands with everyone one by one. This posture made it look like he was welcoming a new employee.
Same. Yang Mo couldn't help but be a little surprised, I haven't even drafted yet, how could I be the same as one of my own?
For Pat Riley, Yang Mo is already one of his own. In his opinion, Yang Mo is just an unknown boy. No other players will choose him. When the time comes, he will only need to spend a little money to buy one.
It's a second-round pick, just pick him. It's a small profit but a big profit, so why not?
The two sides chatted for a while and officially entered the trial training state. Before the trial training, Yang Mo emphatically explained to Pat Riley: "Mr. Riley, I am a practical player. There are many things that I cannot show in the trial training.
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"It's okay, don't be nervous." Pat Riley patted Yang Mo's shoulder and said, "We are just doing a simple physical test for you."
Pat Riley's words were extremely ambiguous, and his eyes seemed to be telling Yang Mo: Don't be nervous, we are going to decide you.
Yang Mo was not a stupid person. He immediately understood what Pat Riley meant, nodded, and followed the physical coach to do various tests.
The results of the physical fitness test were very mediocre, except for the incredible strength.
After the results came out, Doug, the physical fitness engineer, handed the form to Pat Riley, who then pulled out two other physical fitness forms from the folder and compared them.
When Pat Riley was comparing, Doug said to Pat Riley with some concern: "Boss, are we taking too much risk in choosing him? His physical fitness is a bit mediocre, and he still plays inside."
"Look at this." Pat Riley said nothing and handed over a form.
Doug took the form, looked at it, and asked, "This is Stockton's side data from that year. What's wrong?"
"Yang's physical fitness is much better than him." Pat Riley said with a smile.
"But...he is an inside player." Doug said very puzzled.
At this time, Pat Riley handed him another physical test sheet and said, "Look at this data."
"This is Shaquille O'Neal's data." Doug was still confused.
"You see, in 2006, Shaquille O'Neal's bench press was 295 pounds. Of course, this had something to do with him not exerting his full strength. But Young's bench press was 325 pounds. No one in the league could achieve this. This
For weighted squats, Shaq did 45 times and Young did 62 times. And this... Young's wingspan is 218. How many insiders in the league today have a wingspan greater than his? They have strength, wingspan, and rebounding.
With his keen awareness, he is enough to gain a foothold in the paint." Pat Riley said confidently: "Let's go and see his three-point shooting percentage."
With that said, he led Doug to the training hall. At this time, Yang Mo was shooting three-pointers non-stop, and at the same time, he was moving back and forth outside the three-point line... Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three points come one after another, just like throwing stones into the sea, one is more accurate than the other.
Wow! Time's up!
The shooting coach who was responsible for recording next to him pressed the stopwatch, then looked at the data with a surprised look on his face, then walked to Pat Riley and said in great shock: "Sir, it's too scary! Where did you find the shooter?
Just by slightly adjusting his shooting hand, he actually shot this number."
Pat Riley took a look at the data and found that in five minutes, he made 289 of 312 shots.
Suddenly, he was frightened. He quickly asked: "Is this result true?"
"Yes, it's absolutely true. This guy's hands are the biggest I've ever seen. He's a natural shooter. He used to shoot in a completely wrong way. I just corrected him a little bit, and he
This miracle was created immediately. If he trains me for two years, he will definitely become the best three-point shooter in NBA history. I am very sure." Shooting coach Tom looked excited, he had never seen such a good prospect.
When Pat Riley heard this, he closed the folder excitedly, feeling extremely ecstatic. Baby! A once-in-a-lifetime treasure! With just this shot, he could be worthy of a first-round pick.
So, he excitedly walked to Yang Mo and patted Yang Mo heavily on the shoulder.
Seeing how excited Yang Mo was, he was a little overwhelmed.
"Man, welcome to Miami!" Pat Riley hugged Yang Mo tightly and was about to jump with excitement. This was the most exciting time in his life, and this excitement even exceeded the birth of his first son.
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