While O'Neal and Yang Mo were talking trash to each other, the basketball slowly came to the frontcourt.
Regarding the offense, Yang Mo didn't have the slightest hope. He didn't believe that these guys would pass the ball to him, so he kept wandering around the penalty area, ready to grab rebounds at any time.
After Devin Harris used a difficult breakthrough move to pass Deron Williams, he suddenly made a throw... Bang! The basketball didn't have any accidents. It directly hit the neck of the basketball. The basketball bounced out immediately. Yang Mo rushed
I just wanted to jump to grab a rebound. O'Neal's fat body suddenly blocked Yang Mo's path... Poof!
Yang Mo bumped into O'Neal, staggered immediately, and took two steps back. O'Neal also stepped forward unsteadily. After all, he is the most powerful man in the league today, and his tonnage is there, trying to be squeezed away.
All difficult.
Yang Mo was pushed away by two or three steps. O'Neal took a step forward and protected the backboard with a 'huge jump' twenty centimeters above the ground.
Then he passed it to Deron Williams and said to Yang Mo with a smile on his face: "Little Tank, I am a big tank. If you hit me, you will be destroyed first."
"Damn fat man, you're so fat." Yang Mo said angrily in Chinese. Then he quickly ran to the frontcourt.
Although O'Neal is not as fast as Yang Mo, the Western Team is now mainly playing O'Neal, so Deron stopped after dribbling the ball to the frontcourt, waiting for O'Neal to enter the penalty area and block. After all, this is likely to be O'Neal's last NBA All-NBA Team.
In the All-Star Game, everyone wants him to win the All-Star Game MVP as his career farewell performance.
O'Neal slowly swayed his waist full of fat into the penalty area, and then immediately blocked Yang Mo to get up. When O'Neal blocked Yang Mo in front of him, Yang Mo was immediately restricted and unable to move. This feeling was something he had never experienced before
Passed.
Although O'Neal's strength is not as good as at his peak, his more than 300 pounds of fat are enough to kill Yang Moka.
Yang Mo's body size is only about one-third of O'Neal's, so he looks like a child clinging to an adult's back.
After O'Neal blocked Yang Mo, Deron Williams passed the basketball in instantly, and then they all pulled away and watched him play in singles. None of the players on the Eastern team seemed to want to help. They were even better than other players on the Western team.
He had to dodge further away, as if he wanted to see Yang Mo's joke.
When Yang Mo saw this, he clenched his teeth tightly. He swept his eyes and remembered all the smug expressions in his mind. Okay, you guys will watch my jokes today, and I will see how I will beat you all up tomorrow.
Bang!
After O'Neal hit the ball, he hit it hard. Yang Mo suddenly felt an overwhelming force coming from him. He couldn't help but wanted to collapse, but in order to prevent those grandsons from seeing the joke, he gritted his teeth and pushed his right leg back.
After one kick, he actually resisted and didn't let O'Neal gain even an inch.
As soon as this scene came out, all the Yang Mo fans in the audience screamed.
In their eyes at this time, Yang Mo was Goliath against giants. He was a fearless lone hero and a messenger of justice with love and courage.
O'Neal didn't expect that he couldn't make any progress even though he tried 80% of his strength, so he subconsciously used 90% of his strength... Bang!
The huge force came like a mountain collapsing and the earth was cracking, and Yang Mo couldn't resist it in an instant, and he took half a step back. After all, this was not an attack of pure strength, but also the original habit of tonnage. The two forces were superimposed, and Yang Mo couldn't stand it at all.
It's impossible to bear it.
So, he took half a step back.
Yang Mo only took half a step back. O'Neal was more surprised than anyone else. In his opinion, no one in the league today can withstand the impact of 80% of his strength. Unexpectedly, Yang Mo not only withstood 80% of the strength, but even 90% of the strength.
He only took half a step back.
Surprised, he quickly took advantage of the half-step space, turned around quickly, and then used his strength to suppress Yang Mo's body and shot... Although Yang Mo tried his best to block the shot, the difference in tonnage, height and strength.
The suppression made it impossible for him to touch O'Neal's basketball. He could only watch the basketball fly over his head, and then... Whoa!
O'Neal's goal!
However, he did not enjoy the cheers of the people of Los Angeles, even though he had brought championships to the city for three consecutive years.
There was only sparse applause and cheers from the entire Staples, and the rest were abuses and boos from the women. They firmly labeled him as a villain.
There is no way, in the world of women, the so-called basketball is not important at all. They only pay attention to basketball because of super-yang. They do not allow super-yang to score goals on his head. Therefore, they want to abuse O'Neal.
Their reasons are impeccable.
O'Neal was a little aggrieved. He was about to talk to Yang Mo about this matter. Yang Mo had already rushed to the frontcourt like lightning. When Yang Mo ran into the frontcourt three-point line, he was within three meters of the three-point line.
There were no defenders. He thought his teammates would pass the ball to him. But... obviously he overestimated the ambition of those guys. They decisively did not pass the ball, and Devin Harris dribbled the ball to the frontcourt very slowly.
Seeing this scene, Yang Mo felt chilled.
The entire audience was booed. Although those female fans didn't understand basketball, they also knew that as long as they passed the ball to Super-Yang, Super-Yang would definitely get a powerful dunk.
Amid the boos from the audience, Yang Mo turned around and gestured to Doc Rivers, who was also surprised, asking him to replace him.
Doc Rivers saw Yang Mo's gesture, but he didn't do it because he believed Devin Harris didn't mean it.
Rivers did not make any substitution adjustments. After a few dribbles from the three-point line, Devin Harris immediately took off and shot... Bang!
The basketball was playing again. Yang Mo tried his best to rush forward for an offensive rebound but found himself blocked by the meaty O'Neal. Then he watched helplessly as Nowitzki rushed into the paint and easily grabbed the rebound.
Facing O'Neal, Yang Mo was really passive. Because his advantage was either eaten up by O'Neal or strangled by his teammates. If he couldn't use his speed, how could he play with O'Neal? What a waste!
Back at halftime, the Western Team once again played Shaquille O'Neal. O'Neal used 90% of his strength as soon as he came up. He thought he could squeeze out half a step this time. But in the end, he could not move at all because Yang Mo had suppressed all his strength and resentment.
, with strong support, how can O'Neal do well?
O'Neal couldn't make any progress with 90% of his strength, and he was extremely frightened. He quickly used all his strength to slam into Yang Mo... Bang! This time, Yang Mo was finally knocked away half of his body, and O'Neal quickly turned around and hooked
...shua!
The basketball hits the net!
After O'Neal scored, Yang Mo passed the ball to Harris and quickly ran upfield. With Yang Mo's speed, Deron was no match for him.
In this case, all he needs to do is throw the basketball forward, and Yang Mo will definitely be able to dunk to complete the score.
But Devin Harris remained motionless. Amidst the abuse and boos from the audience, he slowly dribbled the ball to the frontcourt.
Yang Mo finally couldn't bear it any longer. He decisively reached out and called for a timeout. He walked directly to the technical stage, found the on-site DJ, and got the microphone from him. Then he jumped on the technical stage, bowed first, and said slowly: "I'm sorry.
, all the fans who bought tickets to support me, I'm sorry, the fans who used more than 700 million votes to send me to the All-Stars. Please forgive my surname, I will not play this game. But I will still play next year.
Will be back. Goodbye!"
Saying that, he bowed again.
After handing the microphone to the DJ, he tore up the All-Star Eastern Conference jersey he was wearing, threw it into the audience, and strode toward the tunnel.
Seeing the naked Yang Mo walking boldly and alone into the dark tunnel, the audience burst into applause. Everyone could see Yang Mo's grievance tonight. He couldn't get a pass from his teammates at all, especially these days.
Two balls that can obviously be turned into slam dunks. They support the idol's strike. Since they can't get the ball, why are they still playing dumb?
After Yang Mo left grandly, the nearly 15,000 fans in the audience cursed and greeted the parents of Devin Harris and others, then stood up and left the stadium very simply.
They voted for Yang Mo with both feet. Super-yang is gone, and they still can’t stand it!
Soon, Staples became empty, and the lively atmosphere of the All-Star Game was gone forever. It was like a gathering of balloon stars, deserted and miserable.
It is conceivable that the All-Star Game is completely closed this time! The All-Star Game with an attendance rate of less than 30% can be regarded as setting a historical record.
This scene slapped those selfish guys hard in the face. At the same time, it also made David Stern furious: What are those bastards playing? Do they want to destroy the market for women with surnames that I have managed to build with great difficulty?
Why not pass the ball to super-yang!?
David Stern was furious, and the players from the Eastern Team also looked at each other in confusion. They didn't expect that Yang Mo would be so stubborn, leaving as soon as he said he wanted to, and not playing if he said he wouldn't play.
They could feel Yang Mo's anger from the beginning of the game. After all, they had gone too far. No one except Iverson passed the ball to him. Although he could make up for his imbalance by grabbing rebounds, he was still unhappy.
If you are unhappy, why should you continue to feel aggrieved?
