Chapter 421 Born to be the Protagonist
"Why?" Steve Kerr asked unconvinced. In fact, he was a little disgusted by Chris Webber's decisiveness. He felt as if he was sure to win.
"Once the first-year players send two players to double-team Yang, Yang will completely give up the inside line. In this way, the first-year inside line will be completely offset. The inside line is offset, the outside line is weakened, and the second-year outside line is greatly enhanced because of Yang's joining. How can we not lose when one is strengthened while the other is weakened?" Chris Webber said confidently while counting on his fingers : "Compared to the inside rebounding skills, Yang is a greater threat outside the three-point line."
"That sounds reasonable." Hollins nodded, agreeing with Chris Webber.
Steve Cole also agreed vaguely in his heart, but he was competing with Yang Mo tonight, and he was unwilling to change his opinion all of a sudden, so he chose to remain silent.
Steve Kerr could be silent at any time because he was still not a freshman. However, the freshmen on the court were not so comfortable. Since the sophomore team started running like crazy, they were stepping into a passive position step by step. They had no ability to stop the sophomore team from throwing the basketball into their own basket. Every sophomore player seemed to have magic. No matter how hard they defended, they could always find an open position and hit the ball steadily. Moreover, even if they missed, that damn Chinese guy could grab the rebound as he pleased in the restricted area.
The second-year team seemed to have bought insurance every time they attacked , and they were able to score points in every round. This defensive setback caused the first-year team's confidence to drop significantly, and at the same time, their inability to open up new territory on the offensive end also put them into an endless one-on-one mode.
Gradually, the freshman team fell into a vicious cycle. Their lead was declared bankrupt after three minutes, and they were quickly dragged into the quagmire, and the gap between them continued to increase. With five minutes left in the game, the freshman team decisively implemented a double-team tactic, and the result was exactly as Chris Webber had analyzed. After Yang Mo offset the opponent's inside line, he killed the outside line, accelerating the speed of the freshman's death.
Two minutes later, the freshman team surrendered. The sophomore team replaced their players with substitutes, and only Westbrook remained on the court, diligently brushing up his stats.
drop!
As the whistle sounded, the rookie game ended amid the cheers of the fans. This unique game was finally ended by the slaughter of the sophomore team. Although Yang Mo said that he would support Westbrook to win the MVP in a low-key manner, he was like a firefly in the dark and could not hide his brilliance. But he finally got the super luxurious data of 21 points, 18 rebounds and 4 assists.
The data, which is more gorgeous than the KFC deluxe meal, has made the final MVP suspenseful. Although Westbrook's data is 38 points, 12 assists, 5 rebounds and 3 steals, anyone with a discerning eye knows who is really in control of the situation.
When David Stern walked to the center of the field with the microphone, the fans were already shouting spontaneously and enthusiastically: Super Yang! Super Yang! Super Yang!
Faced with such popular support, Yang Mo seemed particularly embarrassed. He glanced at Westbrook next to him and said with great embarrassment: "Brother, it seems that I have messed up your business again."
"It doesn't matter. If it weren't for you, we might not have won the game tonight." Westbrook replied with a smile: "You don't have to blame yourself first. Judging from the data, I am better than you."
"I sincerely hope that you will be the MVP in the end." Yang Mo said sincerely. He didn't expect that he could steal the limelight from the leading actor by being a supporting actor, just like being a minor role but ending up being the king of comedy.
At the same time as Yang Mo expressed his opinion, David Stern in the center of the venue also spoke. He announced in an official tone: "The MVP of the 2009-2010 Dallas All-Star Rookie Game is... Russell Westbrook..."
Before David Stern finished speaking, the hot-tempered Western Cowboys had already booed loudly. Obviously, the league's arrangement did not satisfy them. In their opinion, no one else was qualified to win the MVP except Yang Mo. It can be said that he changed the course of tonight's game alone. All the dramatic tension bloomed on him. He was like Al Pacino, full of drama, and the light he exuded overshadowed everyone else. Who else could the MVP be given to if not him?
The boos from more than 100,000 people in the audience made the whole scene a mess. In the chaos, Westbrook looked a little embarrassed. He was too embarrassed to even take a step to receive the award. Yang Mo was even more embarrassed when he saw it. He really didn't expect that being a supporting actor could cause such a big incident.
While the two were feeling extremely embarrassed, David Stern in the middle of the field showed a smile as if he had succeeded in his plot. It was obvious that his goal had been achieved. He slowly said, "And Yang Mo from the New York Knicks, super yang!!!"
As soon as these words were uttered, the whole audience cheered and instantly turned into a sea of joy.
Everyone is cheering for this award.
Obviously, the arrogant Yang Mo easily conquered the Dallas audience. There is no way, Western men are honest, good is good, bad is bad. Yang Mo was impeccable tonight, so he is the MVP.
Seeing the whole audience cheering, Westbrook also breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly walked to the center of the venue with Yang Mo, and each of them took a trophy from the staff.
This result is a happy answer for Yang Mo, Westbrook, Stern, and even all the fans. Everyone can accept it. Of course, this everyone has to exclude the first-year players, especially Tyreke Evans. He made a solemn promise to the camera before the game and gave a speech in advance. Now... it's hard for him not to become a laughing stock.
Soon, ESPN reporters came over to interview the two MVPs. After all, they spent 300 to 400 million US dollars to obtain the broadcasting rights, so they should have more interview privileges.
"Yang, how does it feel to win the MVP twice? You have broken the record. No one has ever won the MVP trophy in two consecutive rookie games." The host first asked Yang Mo a question.
"Feeling? I'm used to it. After all, I won the MVP last year. You should interview Russell. He's a rookie and he's already very excited." Yang Mo pushed Westbrook in front of the camera. Obviously, he didn't want to steal Westbrook's limelight at this time. For him, this kind of interview was insignificant. But for Westbrook, it was the best way to get exposure.
"Russell, are you feeling okay?" The host could only ask Westbrook this question, because in his prediction, the person who won the MVP would definitely be Yang Mo, so he had not made any preparations beforehand, and all his questions were directed at Yang Mo. Now suddenly a double yolk egg came, and it was too late for him to cram.
"Um... Actually, I don't feel particularly excited." Westbrook smiled and glanced at Yang Mo, then replied: "Because before the game started, Yang had already told me that he would do his best to help me win the MVP tonight. You know, this guy never brags, so I have always been mentally prepared."
As soon as he said this, the whole audience was in an uproar. Because it was a live broadcast, more than 100,000 fans at the scene could hear their conversation. After hearing this, they finally understood why Yang was so low-key tonight.
"Oh, really? Yang, you determined the outcome of the game in advance, and even decided who would be the MVP? This is incredible, how did you do it?" The host quickly threw the topic to Yang Mo in surprise. Now the whole world is watching Super Yang, if the host doesn't want to be fired, it's better for him to speak more with Yang Mo.
"Can I say it's because I'm too powerful?" Yang Mo smiled slightly, seemingly modest, but actually arrogant to the extreme.
But his words were cheered by the audience. Americans just like this kind of domineering man, and people in the western region like Dallas love him even more. Therefore, even if Yang Mo was so arrogant, he could still get full applause.
After all, he is really awesome, and he is not just pretending.
"Then you are not worried at all that the freshman team can defeat you?" The host continued to provoke. He tried to get more explosive news from Yang Mo. After all, this was related to the ratings.
"Why should I worry?" Yang Mo shrugged, frowned at the camera and replied, "My mind is always thinking about how to defeat my opponent, not how to be defeated by my opponent."
boom!
Yang Mo's words once again triggered long cheers. They were so domineering and manly.
"Are you really not afraid of what might happen?" The host was still unwilling to give up and continued to ask questions.
"Don't be afraid." Yang Mo answered straightforwardly.
"Okay." Seeing that no matter how he tried to tease her, he couldn't bring her to a climax, the host had to settle for the next best thing and continued to ask, "Last time, the media reported that you were going to participate in the Skills Challenge Slam Dunk Contest and the Three-Point Contest next year. Are you going to win all three championships?"
"Yes, please look forward to it." Yang Mo smiled and nodded, then waved to the fans in all directions. His wave immediately attracted screams and cheers from the audience, which was more charming than that of a super singer.
"and you……"
The host wanted to continue asking questions, but Yang Mo interrupted him bluntly: "Okay, guys, there are two MVPs tonight, and I am not the only protagonist, so let's give the rest of the time to Westbrook, his fans are waiting impatiently. I'm leaving first, bye everyone!"
As he spoke, Yang Mo waved to all the fans and walked quickly towards the player tunnel amid applause from the audience.
