Yang Mo felt that the matter was difficult because he found that Tracy McGrady didn't seem to have any intention of surrendering, and his words were very controlled. レ♠レ Of course, this did not mean that Yang Mo was worried about Tracy McGrady coming to snatch his position as the boss.
, after all, the entire New York management team is his own. Even if Tracy McGrady is at his peak, he may not be able to defeat him.
What he is worried about is that a fight with Tracy McGrady will cause him to lose face. After all, he still needs to learn how to control explosive power from him. Moreover, if Tracy McGrady insists on taking the core position in singles, the team's tactical operation will definitely be extremely disruptive.
Big problem.
Why!
Yang Mo sighed and scratched his scalp, not knowing how to deal with Tracy McGrady.
He lay on the sofa for a while and finally turned on the TV. He felt that nothing could be escaped from the past, and no matter what happened, he had to face it bravely.
Unfortunately, the interview with Tracy McGrady had ended at this time, and only the TV reporter was left interviewing the New York fans. Yang Mo originally wanted to change the channel, but then he thought about it and asked the fans for their opinions.
"...No, although I hate that Chinese guy, you can't deny that he is the leader of this team. To be honest, the results of this year's team are somewhat beyond my expectations. Many invincible teams have been defeated
We kill them one by one. This is a very exciting thing. If that guy is not so arrogant, I will consider buying one of his jerseys." A chubby middle-aged fan wearing Ewing's retro jersey faced him very seriously.
Lens answers.
Am I arrogant?
Yang Mo frowned and thought for a while, he didn't think he was being arrogant.
But the fact is that he has never been low-key.
At this time, the reporter had already interviewed another fan. This fan was wearing Milicic's jersey. When the reporter asked Tracy McGrady whether he would become the new leader of New York, the fan obviously put on a "you tm"
With an expression on his face, he said in disbelief: "Tracy? New leader? That Chinese guy just killed LeBron, and you actually said that Tracy McGrady could take away his leadership position? Although I don't know that at all.
I like this guy, but even if Tracy McGrady comes in his prime, I think the leader is still that guy. That guy is too brutal against the enemy, and the Knicks should let such a strong guy lead. Tracy McGrady, no!"
When Yang Mo saw this scene, he showed a rare smile and muttered in a low voice: It seems that New York fans are not all idiots, there are some who know their stuff.
At this time, the reporter on the screen had switched to another interviewed fan: "Of course I like Tracy to replace Chinaman as the new leader. This guy actually dared to give me the middle finger and tell me to shut up. I was
Spectators who paid two hundred dollars to enter."
"So, will you boycott watching Knicks games?" The reporter rarely found a fan who was fingered by Yang Mobi and quickly conducted an in-depth interview.
"Of course, I will never watch a Knicks game again unless they make it to the playoffs," the fan vowed.
"Um..." The reporter was a little surprised, and then gave a kind reminder: "The Knicks' current record is fourth in the Eastern Conference. If there are no accidents in the second half, they will definitely be able to enter the playoffs."
"Then we'll see then." The fan said angrily, then said "Tracy, come on!" to the camera and walked away.
Obviously, this is a fan who was heartbroken by Yang Mo.
However, Yang Mo had no guilt about this. He even thought it was particularly pleasing to see this guy not appearing in Madison Garden.
Next, the TV station continued to interview several fans. These fans basically believed that Yang Mo was an iron-clad leader and Tracy McGrady had nothing to fear. Of course, they also expressed their dislike of Yang Mo.
From this point of view, although Yang Mo is still unpopular with Knicks fans at this stage, no one dares to question his status. Compared with the various belittling and slander before the start of the season, I don't know how much better he is.
It seems that status is something that can only be achieved with real swords and guns!
After finishing the interview with fans, the TV station conducted an expert discussion session.
Yang Mo rarely paid attention to these programs that discussed himself in the past, but today he started watching them when he was free.
At first glance, I found that the New York media had changed their temper. They actually started to talk about their own advantages, such as strength, rapid progress, strong leadership, etc., although they repeatedly emphasized that Yang Mo's character was very bad.
Friendly. But the trend of black people turning to passers-by is very clear. I estimate that if this continues, passers-by will soon turn to fans.
After watching the program, Yang Mo was a little surprised. Then he looked through some recent newspapers. It was obvious that public opinion had improved somewhat. Compared with the black articles that had previously covered the sky, it was many times clearer.
Why am I so unaccustomed to it?
Yang Mo touched his forehead, but he didn't accept it.
Since the Lu Xuefei sisters were not at home, Yang Mo went to the kitchen to make a dinner and went to bed early. When he woke up early the next morning, he found a slight soreness in his forearm. This was very surprising to him, because since he got the six-pointed star,
I have never encountered this kind of situation since then.
After applying some medicine and rubbing it, I went to the training hall. When I arrived at the training hall, I found that Stockton had already arrived. You must know that he was half an hour early today.
"Not bad, it's improved compared to yesterday. I've only reached twenty minutes." Stockton said calmly, not sure if it was a compliment or something else.
"I..." Yang Mo scratched his scalp, not sure whether he should be happy or not.
"How is it? You can't bend your fingers now, can you?" Stockton said with a mischievous smile.
"No?" Yang Mo opened his hands and grabbed it a few times, then said honestly: "It's just the ligament in my forearm that's a little sore."
"Ah?" This time, it was Stockton's turn to be surprised. He quickly walked up to Yang Mo and said with some suspicion: "Were you lazy yesterday?"
"No!" Yang Mo quickly shook his head in denial.
"Then you are really a monster." Seeing that Yang Mo didn't seem to be faking it, Stockton said a little less interested: "I originally planned to let you practice passing the ball today. It seems that your body muscles are good, so... continue to practice.
tennis."
"Oh." Yang Mo nodded and did not resist. He walked aside and picked up a tennis ball to practice passing.
"There is a game tonight, so you can practice until noon." Stockton explained as he walked out: "But you have to catch six tennis balls this time."
With that, he walked out of the door. As he walked, he murmured: "What kind of monster? It's just a little soreness in my hands after practicing for a whole day? I couldn't even lift my hands back then. Well, I'll let you try six tennis balls."
Taste, I only practiced five at most back then."
Yang Mo didn't know what he was saying, he just silently grabbed six tennis balls and started practicing with concentration.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
His first pass resulted in no hits, which was extremely surprising to him. You must know that yesterday he was able to throw in one or two every time.
Have you regressed?
Yang Mo thought with some worry.
In fact, he didn't know that compared with the difficulty of five tennis balls, the difficulty of six tennis balls was not just as simple as adding one ball. This was simply a geometric multiplication of difficulty superposition mode.
After Yang Mo threw the ball for half an hour, he finally figured out a little bit of the secret to mastering it. It turned out that he had to control his muscle strength in a more detailed manner before he could throw the tennis ball.
After practicing for a while, Yang Mo was finally able to hit at least one target every time, and occasionally hit two or three targets. After all, this is a distance of nearly five meters, and it is very, very rare to achieve this level.
.Middle point guard Douglas also came over to try, but naturally he failed to hit a single hit. The tennis ball was not as obedient as the basketball in his hand.
After lunch, Yang Mo drove to Madison Garden. There is a game against the Clippers tonight. After this game, he will go to the All-Star Weekend.
