After a series of warm-up activities at the Heat's home court, the game finally started. // Fastest update //
When the DJ at the scene first called out Yang Mo's name in a long voice, the sound in the entire American Airlines Center exploded. Everyone was shouting "super-yang", and the sound wave was drowned out by the wave, as if
An atomic bomb explodes like a mushroom cloud rising slowly.
Today, Yang Mo is not only the ace star of the Heat, but also the city hero of the entire Miami. Everyone likes him whether he loves basketball or not. His pursuit of gangsters along the coastline has won the battle for Miami.
After all, they regarded Yang Mo as one of their own and a cultural totem.
The fans yelled for nearly two minutes before the DJ introduced the next players. Of course, the next players did not enjoy this superhero-like treatment. After all, they did not chase the kidnappers heroically. If the first three were still willing
, Dwyane Wade, who was the last one to appear in the finale, was inevitably a little emotional. Although he had already guessed that this ending would be coming, he was still inevitably a little depressed when the ending came.
A month ago, he was the only king of Miami. A month later, his former younger brother Yang Mo became the new favorite of the fans, and he was given applause and cheers.
When Wade felt disappointed, the game had officially started. Joel Anthony and Dwight Howard stood at both ends of the midline. When the referee blew the whistle and threw the ball up, the two took off at the same time... Bang!
But the difference in talent still allowed Howard to easily pass the basketball to Nelson behind him.
At this time, the Magic's lineup is Nelson, Pietrus, Turkoglu, Lewis and Howard. Although they are not short in height, from the staffing point of view, this is a combination of one large and four small. The four people shoot outside
, Howard was alone inside grabbing rebounds.
Although Howard is the leader of this team, all the work he does is dirty and tiring, and he can only be ranked third or fourth in terms of shooting rights. To use an apt word to describe it, it is the fate of the young lady's body and the maid's life.
The reason why Stan Van Gundy dares to play this way is because he has super confidence in Howard. He believes that Howard can dominate the rebounds.
Howard does dominate the rebounding list, but there is one player on the Heat who is only 0.9 rebounds behind him. This player is Yang Mo. Yang Mo can firmly occupy the second place in the rebounding list with a height of 1.94 meters.
Not only was it a slap in the face to the expert commentators who had previously underestimated his inability to gain a foothold in the paint, but it was also a humiliation to those big men in the paint who were often seven feet tall: I can grab so many rebounds even though I am less than six feet five inches.
, why don’t you die? There’s a use for growing so tall!
After Nelson took control of the ball, he did not rush forward, but moved forward at a controlled pace.
Although the Magic has a strange lineup, their defense is among the best in the league, and they don't play any fast breaks. They only play two defensive counterattacks. They are purely a shooting team, from the first to the fourth position, they are all-weather shooters.
In addition, Howard at the fifth position is a strong rebounder, so he has firmly established himself as a strong player in the Eastern Conference.
I have to say that Stan Van Gundy, a man who looks like a pig and even Armani paid him not to wear his own suits, is quite capable.
Nelson brought the ball to the frontcourt. Facing Chalmers' attack, he quickly called Howard out. After a pick-and-roll, he shot a jumper... Whoa!
Silky and tossed in a three!
After Nelson threw in a three-pointer, Yang Mo originally wanted to comfort Chalmers and ask him to hit back the next ball, but when he saw Wade was there, he decided not to take over in order to avoid any misunderstanding. He went back with his head sullenly.
Run away.
Back at halftime, Yang Mo subconsciously blocked Lewis to get the position. How could Lewis with such a small body resist Yang Mo, and he was immediately stuck. Chalmers saw that Yang Mo was blocked and immediately passed the ball.
Go in.
Yang Mo caught the ball and immediately pushed it in... Bang!
Lewis carried it for a while and then decisively withdrew. He didn't want to have his bones crushed by this wild bull.
As soon as Lewis dodges, Yang Mo subconsciously turns around and shoots a jumper... Whoa!
The basketball hit the net.
The scene was filled with cheers, and Yang Mo just wanted to wave his arms to celebrate with the fans. Spoelstra on the sidelines had already yelled at Chalmers: "Mario, I didn't ask you to give the ball to Germany.
Wynn? Now Dwyane is the core of the offense!"
Only half of Spoelstra's words were meant for Chalmers to hear, and the other half was of course for Yang Mo who was blocked. He meant that Yang Mo should not be blocked and look at Wade.
beat.
When Yang Mo heard this instruction, he felt a little unhappy: My solo fight with Lewis is obviously a very good opportunity for a misplaced attack. Why not let me break the gap at this point? Form a powerful offensive firepower!?
Back at halftime, Yang Mo could only keep running back and forth behind Lewis. He couldn't let him shoot, right?
As soon as Yang Mo ran, it was equivalent to saying that the only person in the penalty area who could contain Howard was attracted away. Then... he naturally took what he asked for.
Bang!
Pietrus missed the shot, and Howard easily picked off the rebound. He passed the ball to Nelson for a shot... boom!
Nelson failed to score again, and Howard once again picked up the offensive rebound and passed it to Pietrus...bang!
The basketball still didn't go in, so Howard jumped up again and picked off the backboard. This time he took the initiative to put the ball into the basket.
Anthony had no way to stop Howard's lawlessness. He could only watch Howard pick off one offensive rebound after another in front of his eyes. He was helpless. This is the difference between a bench player and a superstar.
Joel Anthony felt helpless, and Yang Mo was even more helpless than him. He felt that he couldn't use all his strength, and the current game was not at the rhythm he liked. In this tactical system, all his advantages were hidden.
He could only follow Lewis on a useless run and consume his energy.
Dwyane Wade was like a duck in water. He took over the ball and kept rushing into the penalty area.
In the fifth minute of the game, Stan Van Gundy requested a timeout. At this time, the Heat were leading by 1 point. The reason was that Dwyane Wade was feeling hot tonight, shooting inside and outside, no matter how he played.
Wade was proud of his performance, but Yang Mo looked very helpless. He felt that even Dorell Wright could do the job he was doing. In the first five minutes, he scored 2 points and 1 backcourt rebound.
Under all kinds of frustration, he simply said to Spoelstra: "I have a cramp in my foot, please let Beasley play."
As soon as Spoelstra heard that Yang Mo wanted to rest, he immediately replaced Beasley. Before Wade came back, Spoelstra was as obedient to Yang Mo as a dog. Now Wade
Now that he's back, he has someone to rely on again. He wants to kick Yang Mo away. Wade can win anyway.
After the game restarted, Yang Mo sat on the bench in a daze. This was definitely not the game he wanted. He didn't want to be a mediocre player to play with Wade. He wanted to control the rhythm of the game. He wanted to
Controlling everything, he feels that only when he controls the game can he maximize his talents.
However, there cannot be two tigers in one mountain.
"Do I really want to stay with this team until the day Dwyane ages?" Yang Mo muttered to himself as he watched Wade break through the penalty area and score again on the court.
When Yang Mo was extremely confused, Pat Riley came over at some point. He sat next to Yang Mo and said with a smile: "You are not used to this rhythm, are you?"
"Yeah." Yang Mo nodded without hesitation.
"But you played very well when you first came in?" Pat Riley continued to smile and said: "At that time, you would actively seek opportunities when there were no opportunities, instead of waiting for the basketball to be passed to you to control.
Cao controls the pace of the game."
"There was a big difference in skills between me at that time and me now. I finally mastered some offensive skills, and my technical style gradually developed towards the outside. Now you ask me to give up all this and return to the inside.
Wrestling, I'm sorry, I can't do it." Yang Mo said very directly: "My goal before was to gain a foothold in the NBA, but now I have proven that I can do it. My goal now is to become a player who can also score.
A super forward who can defend, so I have to have the ball."
Yang Mo said it very directly, and Pat Riley felt the very strong will in his heart for the first time.
He scratched his head vigorously and finally said slowly: "I will let the coaching staff design offensive tactics for you, but you cannot exceed Dwyane's number of shots."
"Okay." Yang Mo nodded and agreed. After all, he also knew that this was Wade's team and he was a newcomer after all. It would be good to have a certain degree of freedom!
After Yang Mo nodded, Pat Riley walked to the coaching staff and actively discussed strategies with them. They didn't want to use Yang Mo's heavy tank as a tractor. They could only win by making the best use of everything. But the problem was
, there is only one basketball on the court, which is not enough for Wade and Yang Mo to score points.
Even so, they have to come up with a way to avoid letting the tanks rust in the arsenal, right? This is the biggest trouble for the dual-core team. There is really no way to have both in the world.
