Eric Gordon thought his team would definitely win, but reality soon slapped him in the face.
Starting from the jump ball, Beasley's team firmly controlled the rhythm of the game. Although they did not have a point guard, their determination to play inside was very obvious. OJ Mayo passed almost every ball into the inside.
It stands to reason that OJ Mayo is not a passing defender, maybe because he knows that he has missed the number one pick, maybe because he wants to give everyone an image of passing the ball through this game, so that his success can be smooth.
Could be closer.
Beasley's team focuses on the inside, but Rose's team seems to have some indiscriminate possession of the ball. One moment Westbrook has the ball, and the next Derrick Rose has the ball. The core of the tactics is not clear at all. Everyone is fighting alone. Originally,
The weak inside line was completely reduced to a tool for running back and forth, with no other job except serving.
It was originally unpleasant to be beaten by several inside players from Beasley's team. Of course, it was even more unpleasant to be beaten by several inside players from Beasley's team who still couldn't get the ball and had to run back and forth.
Gradually, Anderson and Ibaka both lost their tempers, and their actions on the court became more and more negative. They thought to themselves, if you like to show off, let you show off as much as you can. After all, we are not the ones who are most embarrassed to lose.
The two insiders have become passive. The already weak inside players are now better than nothing. Derrick Rose and Westbrook can only work harder to break through and cause damage. The more they fight, the more isolated they become. Ibaka and Ibaka become more unhappy and less active.
So we fell into a vicious cycle.
After ten minutes of play, Beasley's team already led by 18 points, 34:16.
Basically there is no suspense, because everyone agreed to only play for fifteen minutes.
Finally, in the first ten minutes, the mood on the court finally boiled over. When Derrick Rose rushed into the paint and forced Brook Lopez to make a foul penalty, Ibaka walked directly to the sidelines.
"No more fighting, whoever wants to fight can be beaten." Ibaka draped the towel on the chair and walked to the locker room.
This sudden change occurred on the court, which caught everyone by surprise. Although everyone present could see Ibaka's dissatisfaction on the court, they never expected that he would give up the game directly.
Once Ibaka left, there was no suspense for the general managers watching the game. Now Yang Mo is the only big man left on the Rose bench. A Chinese with mediocre physical fitness and lack of athletic ability, he can stir up trouble
What storm is coming?
Therefore, some general managers took the scouts and left directly.
At this time, other players on Rose's team also wanted to give up the game. Only Westbrook and Derrick Rose were still tenacious. They felt that the game was not over yet.
When the team was in a negative mood, Yang Mo walked onto the court and said loudly: "Guys, the game is not over yet. Next, we will play run-and-gun and drag them to death."
As soon as Yang Mo's encouraging voice came out, different voices immediately appeared in the team. Ross Westbrook, who still had fighting spirit, naturally perked up. Anderson, on the other hand, directly gave up his challenge: "I want to beat you."
After saying that, he also walked out. As he left, he didn't forget to mock Yang Mo: "Who do you think you are? Little man."
"Who I am is not important. What is important is who you are?" Yang Mo smiled coldly and said scornfully: "You are now showing us what it means to be a coward without testicles."
"You!" Anderson turned around and glared at Yang Mo angrily.
However, Yang Mo refused to throw him away. He turned around and said to Eric Gordon: "Man, come on up. Didn't you say we can win? Come on, let's win together."
When Eric Gordon heard this, he ran up quickly. Before he came up, he didn't forget to roar: "Win!"
Eric came up, and Yang Mo immediately summoned Westbrook Ross and Batum: "Guys, we are fifteen points behind now. Later we can only play fast offense. Whoever holds the ball, who attacks. Who
If there is space, pass it to whoever is available. If we are so strong, how can we still lose to those stupid guys?"
Yang Mo's words incited the blood of these vigorous black players to boil with excitement, and they shouted in their hearts, yes! We are so strong, why should such a stupid guy beat us?
"Leave the rebound to me. Let's run!" Yang Mo stretched out his hand in the center, and the other four people immediately clapped their hands.
"One, two, three, Winer!"
The five people roared at the top of their lungs, and a wave of tyrannical momentum suddenly emerged, sweeping away their previous fatigue.
Looking at the five players of the Rose team, instead of being dejected because of the departure of the two inside players, they became even more energetic. Michael Jordan, who was sitting on the sidelines, couldn't help but be a little dazed, his eyes locked on Yang Mo.
At this moment, he clearly saw his own reflection in Yang Mo.
"Who is this kid?" Michael Jordan turned sideways and asked the assistant next to him.
"A Chinese boy. He plays power forward. He is only six feet five barefoot and has mediocre physical fitness." The assistant briefly described, with a hint of contempt in his tone.
Obviously, Yang Mo failed to catch his eye.
Michael Jordan frowned after hearing this. He felt very familiar with Yang Mo, as if he was the same kind. He then asked: "Is there anything outstanding about him?"
"The bench press and squat data are quite good, and the arm span is seven feet three (two meters and one eight meters)." The assistant continued.
Michael Jordan nodded. He was already interested in Yang Mo. If Yang Mo performed well next, he would definitely use a second-round pick to sign him. If not for anything else, just because he could survive in adversity.
The ability to inspire his teammates to fight is enough to make him an excellent locker room leader.
Soon, the referee announced that the game should continue.
Whoosh!
Derrick Rose made the first free throw.
Bang!
Derrick Rose missed the second free throw, and the basketball bounced high. Brook Lopez, who was under the basket, was about to get up and take off the backboard, but found a strong force coming from his waist. He suddenly lost his footing and moved forward.
He staggered, and when he adjusted his steps and came back, he found that a shadow had covered his head. He looked up and saw that the basketball above his head was gently moved by a big hand... Whoa!
The off-track basketball fell back into the basket!
Before Brook Lopez understood what was going on, a roar came from behind: "Brothers, there are still thirteen minutes!"
When he turned around, he found that the short man was already running towards the front court.
Brook Lopez didn't understand what was going on, but Michael Jordan, who was sitting on top, had a panoramic view of everything. The moment Yang Mo took off and put the basketball into the basket, a figure suddenly appeared in his head, his mouth
Then his name was read out: "Dennis Rodman."
"His ability to predict rebounds is amazing. That Lopez is obviously one beat slower than him... no, two beats." Michael Jordan said to the assistant next to him.
The assistant looked reluctant to believe it. In his opinion, it was nothing more than Yang Mo's blind cat meeting a dead rat and accidentally clicking the basketball into it. And the most important thing is that through the Bobcats' drafts in recent years,
The assistant no longer believes in his boss. Michael Jordan has done a lot of "misleading" things in recent years. None of the players he selected has proven himself.
After quickly running to the frontcourt, the Ross players formed a second and third defense formation under the command of Yang Mo. Yang Mo was in the center to provide support. Once an inside player attacked Yang Mo alone, the players next to him would rush to double-team.
There is no solution, after all, the height difference is too big. Fortunately, everyone is very motivated, and everyone's eyes show the desire to win.
Due to the Ross team's desperate defense, several insiders had to pass the ball out, and OJ Mayo pulled out from outside the three-point line... Bang!
Basketball and iron!
Yang Mo quickly turned his back and opened his arms to block the paint area.
Anthony Randolph at the free throw line wanted to use his athletic ability to rush in and grab a rebound, but the moment his small body hit Yang Mo, his speed immediately stopped, and his body quickly became rickety.
Go down... He clutched his stomach and kept screaming.
Yang Mo didn't care what was happening behind him. When the basketball fell, he quickly jumped up and picked it off, and then passed a long pass to Westbrook who was about to leave. Westbrook rushed to the frontcourt and immediately lobbed the ball high.
Derrick Rose fell from the sky...boom!
A perfect fast break, from Yang Mo grabbing the rebound to Derrick Rose's alley-oop dunk, the total process took less than three seconds, and there were even three Beasley players still in the second half.
In terms of speed, Team Beasley can't keep up with Team Rose.
drop!
Anthony Randolph stood up with difficulty and asked for a timeout. When he charged, he didn't pay attention to the brakes, or he didn't take Yang Mo seriously, and directly hit Yang Mo. A Japanese car hit a tank, the consequences
It is conceivable that of course he suffered the consequences.
Now he felt like his stomach was churning, and he couldn't help but vomit out the medium-rare steak he had eaten last night.
But Yang Mo didn't feel any discomfort at all. At the moment of impact, he only felt a slight numbness on his back, that's all.
"Is this what you mean by strength that's pretty good?" Michael Jordan turned around and asked his assistant with wide eyes.
"Ah? What's wrong?" The assistant didn't see the clue. Although the assistant came from the physical education department, he had never played basketball and didn't know how powerful the collision on the basketball court was.
Just now, Randolph sprinted over as fast as he could and bumped into Yang Mo. Logically speaking, Yang Mo should have suffered a heavier force, but he acted like a normal person and didn't even move his feet. He was hit by the reaction force.
Anthony Randolph held his stomach and stooped. This power...
So perverted!
Michael Jordan had already made up his mind at this time: he must win this Chinese kid in Madison Square the day after tomorrow.
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