Chapter 270 Absolute Privilege
The game resumed, and Devin Harris immediately started to run wild. Although he was thin, Mario Chalmers, who was defending him, was not much better, and Harris's straight-line speed was indeed the best in the NBA. The Heat had only Wade and Yang Mo who could keep up, but these two were now sitting on the sidelines, and one was still wearing a suit. So Harris quickly used his breakthrough to cause damage to the Heat's inside line, and Haslem was fouled when he made up for his layup.
When Harris went to the free throw line to take the free throw, he did not forget to send a provocative look towards Yang Mo, meaning, I scored, come and bite me!
In response to Harris's provocative gaze, Yang Mo gave a cold smile, and his emotions moved the corners of his mouth, all of which were cold. Harris received this smile and quickly turned his head back, not wanting to see Yang Mo's face that frightened him again.
This is Yang Mo's talent. Yang Mo can accurately release all emotions on his delicate face, which is more professional than professional actors. Universal Pictures also asked Yang Mo to try a scene. Except for Yang Mo's unfamiliar sense of the camera, every other performance was perfect, which can be called the performance of the best actor. This surprised them very much , and they took out several scripts at once, trying to find Yang Mo to play the leading role. Yang Mo smiled and said that we will talk about it later.
For Yang Mo, filming is also his career, but he does not want to be a full-time actor, and he still loves basketball more.
In the last three minutes of the first quarter, Yang Mo sat on the sidelines. Devin Harris was also on the court. He had a good touch tonight, scoring 12 points from inside and outside, and the Nets led by 8 points.
Yang Mo mentioned to Spoelstra that he wanted to play, but he smiled and refused, saying that the game was still under his control.
After this period of contact, Yang Mo gradually discovered that this guy really had a big prejudice against her, and he would always deliberately trip her up. Although they were all funny and childish tricks, Yang Mo would still feel unhappy if he used them too much.
Therefore, during the intermission of the first quarter, in front of the audience's surprised and puzzled eyes, Yang Mo directly called Spoelstra into the player tunnel and said frankly: "Tonight is my game, and I don't want my rhythm to be disrupted by anyone, including you. Do you understand what I mean?"
When Yang Mo called him over, he was a little worried, wondering if Yang Mo had noticed something. Now that Yang Mo had revealed her cards, he was a little flustered, but he pretended to be confused: "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean better than me. I don't want Mr. Riley to play the bad game of choosing me or you, but you'd better not mess with me." Yang Mo stared at him very seriously and sternly, "I don't want to be the kind of privileged player who drives the head coach away, understand?"
When Yang Mo said this, even a fool would know what he meant.
Spoelstra was obviously frightened. Although he liked to play tricks on Yang Mo, he didn't have the guts to stand on the same level with Yang Mo and ask the Heat's top management to make a choice. Because Mr. Riley would definitely throw him away without hesitation. Yang Mo was already Pat Riley's favorite, and now he has become a global idol, with an incredible market appeal. Who would be willing to trade him and keep an Asian coach with a relatively good background?
"You're on your own!"
Yang Mo said this to the silent Spoelstra and walked quickly towards the court. Spoelstra looked at Yang Mo's back as he walked away gracefully, feeling very aggrieved. Why can this guy suddenly be above me? Why? I am the head coach!
He was just feeling aggrieved. This was the NBA, where the strong preyed on the weak and strength was king. How many head coaches had been driven away by their best players? He was definitely one of them. If he wanted to keep his job, he had no choice but to obey Yang Mo's orders.
Back on the bench, Yang Mo discussed it with Dorell Wright, who readily agreed and put on his coat. Although Yang Mo had taught him a lesson and had conflicts with him before, he now admired Yang Mo from the bottom of his heart. This guy was not only ruthless to his enemies, but also to himself. He had seen with his own eyes that this guy stayed in the training hall until late at night to shoot two thousand three-pointers. As the richest player in the team, he could still maintain the most hardworking training attitude, which was not something that ordinary people could do. And the facts also proved that his efforts were not in vain. As a teammate, he knew better than anyone how terrifying Yang Mo's progress was in the past six months.
After Yang Mo and Dorrell swapped the lineup, he personally arranged for Joel Anthony to replace Jermaine O'Neal. O'Neal played a whole quarter of the game. Given his current physical condition, he had to rest. Not only would continuing to play not be of much help to the team, it would also increase his chances of injury.
At this time, Spoelstra came over. When he saw that Yang Mo had made personnel adjustments, he subconsciously glanced at Wade. Wade smiled slightly and did not respond. Wade knew better than anyone why Yang Mo called Spoelstra to the player tunnel, because Spoelstra had suggested to him that Yang Mo should be removed together, and he rejected it at the time. However, for the sake of team unity, he did not tell Yang Mo about it. But the truth cannot be hidden, and it finally burned through tonight.
During the period when Wade came back, Spoelstra was particularly suppressive on Yang Mo in substitutions, and basically did not let him play a comfortable game in a row. Although he played a lot of time in each game, he was substituted very frequently, always playing for a few minutes, and Yang Mo was used in various positions, plug and play. In such an obvious situation, if Yang Mo did not notice the clues, then his IQ is really too low.
After Yang Mo found out, he didn't confess immediately because he felt that Spoelstra's deliberate disruption of his game rhythm would make him improve faster. Under this disorderly substitution, Yang Mo became more and more skilled in adapting to the rhythm of the court and the switching of various roles. This was something Spoelstra hadn't expected. It was like pushing someone off a cliff to harm him, but in the end he let him get the martial arts secrets.
And tonight, Yang Mo confronted him completely, and all his evil tricks were exposed.
There were only two options before him: one, to leave resolutely, and the other, to stay with grievance and obey Yang Mo's orders from then on, or even become a puppet coach.
"Come on, guys. We're going to play the run-and-gun tactics next. You must unite closely around Yang. He is your leader on the court, and he controls the rhythm of the court..." Spoelstra came over with a tactical board to arrange the tactics. Obviously, he chose to stay and wait for Yang Mo's orders.
From this moment on, Yang Mo truly established absolute privileges in the Miami Heat. Although this privilege is slightly less than that of Dwyane Wade, its practical significance far outweighs its symbolic significance.
