Chapter 318 Showdown
It’s not that Yang Mo doesn’t allow Dwyane Wade and LeBron James to appear together, it’s just... now they are rivals, and it’s somewhat inappropriate to get entangled with each other when the battle situation is still unclear.
And, especially since Wade called last night and questioned whether he was leaving Miami.
This question forced Yang Mo to think of LeBron James, and he couldn't help but start to suspect whether James was the one who was interfering.
Damn it, if we are divided from within by James, then the next games will be in jeopardy. After all, our strength is not as good as theirs, and the most important thing is to rely on myself and Wade to work together. If James makes the two of us alienated, then it is definitely not impossible for us to be defeated in four consecutive games.
Yang Mo was extremely anxious and quickly picked up her phone to call Wade, but still no one answered.
There is no choice but to go to the training camp to find him.
Yang Mo quickly got dressed and headed to the training camp. When she arrived, she found that all her teammates were there, except for Wade. She ran to ask Spoelstra, and found out that Wade had taken a day off to practice at home.
It is normal for a privileged player like Wade to take leave and practice at home. In fact, this is a disguised rest, because no one knows whether he is practicing at home or not.
It’s over, this time it might really be over!
Yang Mo slapped his head, and a wave of despair surged in his heart.
They are already inferior to others in strength, and now they are divided internally. Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Yang Mo looked around and found that in the huge training hall, there was not a single player who could really share the responsibility. These teammates might be able to add icing on the cake occasionally, but it would be extremely difficult for them to really provide timely assistance.
When Yang Mo was extremely distressed, Pat Riley came over and called Yang Mo to his office. When Yang Mo entered the office, Pat Riley immediately praised him: "Yang, you performed so well in the last game, even better than Michael Jordan. Your progress has exceeded that of any superstar. I can guarantee that in less than three years you will be able to reach the level of Dwyane Wade or even higher."
Pat Riley's praise did not make Yang Mo happy at all. He was worried about how to deal with the current disagreement with Wade. After all, this was related to the future of the playoffs. Yang Mo did not want to be overturned after winning two games. He could not afford to lose this man.
Pat Riley praised Yang Mo for a while, then found that Yang Mo was not very interested. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "Yang, I think Miami is the best place for you. What do you think?"
Pat Riley's words once again revealed his intention. This time he talked to Yang Mo and wanted to seek a contract extension with Yang Mo.
If it weren't for Wade's incident, Yang Mo might have agreed. But now the team has cracks, if the contract is reached at this time, Wade will feel strongly deceived, and the team will not be able to continue, and will definitely fall into endless internal fighting.
This was not the situation Yang Mo wanted to see, so he simply said, "We Chinese have a proverb that says a forest can never accommodate two ferocious tigers. There will inevitably be a rift between Dwyane and me because of the ball possession and status issues, and it is obvious that this rift already exists. I don't have much confidence in our future."
Yang Mo's words were undoubtedly very straightforward, so straightforward that Pat Riley didn't react for a long time after hearing them. After a long while, he stretched out his fingers and tapped the edge of the table twice to ease the entanglement in his heart. This was indeed a problem that had to be faced. As Yang Mo's style of play shifted more and more to the outside line, his worries became more and more intense. Now Yang Mo finally showed his hand. But obviously, he was still not ready for this.
So, after a long while, he finally spoke: "Actually, this problem is easy to solve. We can just play an open offense next time."
"This actually has nothing to do with the playing style. The real problem is that I am getting stronger and stronger, and I must be a leader, and Dwyane is unlikely to give up the position of leader to his former younger brother, especially when he is still in his prime." Yang Mo saw that things had come to this point, so he simply made it clear.
Upon hearing this, Patlet half-closed his eyes and looked at Yang Mo, with a strange expression that was hard to understand. He slowly said, "So, you are forcing me to make a choice between Dwayne and you?"
"No." Yang Mo shook his head decisively and said, "I have made my choice."
"Have you made your choice?"
When Pat Riley heard this, he had half-closed his eyes to test Yang Mo's attitude, but now all his cunning was shattered. He had to expose his inner thoughts and asked nervously, "What is your choice?"
"Leave." Yang Mo's lips moved up and down, making an extremely clear decision.
At that moment, Pat Riley felt a strong sense of loss. He simply couldn't accept this reality. He personally selected Yang Mo against all odds. Yang Mo quickly stood up for him and overturned all public opinion for him. He regarded Yang Mo as his most proud masterpiece. But now, he was leaving. How could he calm down?
"Are you sure you want to leave?" Pat Riley said with slightly trembling lips.
"Yes." Yang Mo nodded, even more firmly than when he first opened his mouth to reveal his cards.
"If, I mean if. If we choose you over Dwyane..."
Before Pat Riley finished speaking, Yang Mo interrupted him: "I'm sorry, sir. I don't want to be a predator. Perhaps Dwyane is more suitable to protect this city than me. The fans have watched him play in this city for seven or eight years, and I have only been here for one year. Compared to me, they are more reluctant to part with Dwyane."
"Have you made up your mind?" Pat Riley took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and asked again: "Have you really made up your mind?"
Yang Mo still nodded, and nodded very firmly.
Although there were some sweat stains on his back and although the decision was very difficult for him, he still made it.
Upon hearing this, Pat Riley could only sigh deeply.
